Things learnt in the last 7 days

The history behind Hanukkah. That really embarrassing things can actually be quite funny. If you don't take them to seriously. That Ronnie James Dio's first post Black Sabbath album isn't that bad. And that I'm no longer afraid to admit it. That my obsession with isn't probably healthy. So can join the list of all the other unhealthy things. That 2008 needs to be different. But in what way I'm not quite sure. But different none the less.

RIP

What was once new, grew old and not so graceful. And now it is gone. I do not morn, nor cry or shed tears at its passing. After all it was only a website! It's days were numbered. And it knew it.

So life goes on and another load of text, images heads into the great website graveyard in the sky. Long live change!

Broken

It seems blogs are not immune from life either.

Hanukkah

Candles, oil and something new learned.

The awful truth

Tea can be bad for you. Smoking, alcohol, dope, speed, acid, coke even coffee, well ok. But tea?? My happiness in life is shattered. The horror, the horror.

Season change

Snow falls, wind blows, temperature plummets and all I can think off is curling up in front of an open fire with a nice brew and a good old book.

Hard questions

Sometimes you need to ask them. The problem is when you don't have the answers.

Now, who are you again?

There is that moment when you bump into someone in the street, at a party or wherever, and you have no idea on earth who they are. But then to compound matters they seem adamant that they know you. So there you are, racking your brains, thinking who the hell is this, whilst trying (but mostly failing) not to look like a complete idiot.

Take it into cyberspace and you're playing scrabble with an apparent stranger for several weeks until one evening the penny drops and you realize they are not such a stranger after all. Ahhhhhhhh......

Ups and downs, bumps and bounces

Sometimes things seem to just go ok. You don't do anything in particular, you just plod along, keep at it and it all somehow comes together in the end. Then there are other times when, despite all your work, creativity and planning, the whole things goes splat. And then you have a room full of people staring at you, all of them thinking "I don't get it". Bugger.

It lives!

Well its a start at least but mother would be proud. Now where is my apron.....

A question of words

Is it good or bad when you need a dictionary to understand a book written in your own language? Does it mean you are extending your vocabulary at the same time as having a good read, that the writer likes to use words that the average person wouldn't understand in an attempt to sound more intelligent, or that you should have paid more attention to teachers who told you that your command of the English language needed some improvement?

Reflections on the week that was

Positives

Fruit picking and learning how to make sloe gin, getting into reading books again, spending time with my family, cutting down on drinking (despite the sloe gin - it takes months before it is ready I promise), cooking, ok starting to think about cooking.


Negatives

Not applying for a job that I really should have gone for, something thankfully forgotten making an unwelcome reappearance, getting lost in a city I've been living in for other 2 years.

And...
Listining to Dire Straits and quite enjoying it (not sure where that fits in the above).

Weird dreams

I'm surrounded by work colleagues (and random friends) as our director of marketing stands before a derelict building with a sledgehammer. I'm told off for talking and am made to carry a golden handbag. The marketing director then knocks one brick from the bottom of the building and the rest collapses. She then asks us one by one what our salaries are.

Black beauty 0 Me 1

It goes to a knock out decision, but there's only one winner in the end.

The end or just the beginning

But as with many things in life only time will tell.

Alternative career options: The confidence builder

Play scrabble against me and you are guaranteed to feel a super intelligent wordsmith... or your money back.

Sunday morning

Morning? What on earth are those...? The sun is shining and people are moving about. Maybe I should do these more often.

A world of intrigue, corruption, high politics and international diplomacy

Who would have thought that international trademark law and intellectual property rights could be so interesting? And its even worse (and ridiculous in equal measure) when you hear about the details. Now, when was I born again.....?

Alternative career options: The removal man

We move boxes, sofas, futons, ironing boards, tables, chairs via car, trolleys, service lifts and stairs. And as I look round at my fellow movers, I see I'm not the only one actually quite enjoying this. Now where are the tea and biscuits....

I think I'm going insane...

...I'm actually enjoying my job. The men in white coats have been called.

Interference

I'm sitting on the train trying to read but my brain seems to have other ideas. Instead I subsume myself into the myriad of conversations going on around me. English, French, languages unknown, words unknown, meanings unknown. Talk of international schools in Switzerland, Romania and worries that the required stop has been missed. All as the green countryside flies pass me in an instant.

Wednesday morning, 11.39am

Tea, biscuits and its not even raining.

Hypocrites of the world unite

Environmentalists who drive to work. Even on care free day.

Politicians who say one thing. But mean the exact opposite.

People who read adbusters. But then hark on about all the cool stuff they 'really need to buy'

People who preach on how to change the world. But then contradict themselves by their everyday actions.

People who talk about rights. But when they only mean for them.

People who stay silent. When they really need to shout.

Me

Silva rerum

The forest of things: "To capture the world, you have to penetrate it as completely as possible"
Ryszard Kapuściński

Total and unrelenting bombardment

Recent research puts the number of adverts and marketing messages that you encounter each day at a mind boggling 5,000. That's approximately one every 17.5 seconds. No wonder that my mind seems permanently fried these days.

The word is out

Bienvenido, Tervetuloa, Välkommen, Welkom, Mirë se vjen, Ongi etorri, Прывiтанне, Добре дошли, Bonvenon, Bienvenue, Sveiki atvykę, Bem-vindo, Croeso, Uwamkelekile

Nothern realities

Superficially its different, but in its own unique way its all the same. And that isn't a bad thing.

A day in motion

4 trains, 1 broken, 3 buses, 1 plane, 3 cities, 1 hotel, 1 home, 1 welcoming friend, 1 cup of tea, 1 pint, 1 paper, 3 languages, many blurs. It seems in fast forward, but is it actually in reverse?

Repeat after me...

Getting drunk is not funny. It is not clever. It is not good for you. Or your liver. But it is helping keep bar owners around the world in business.

So its not all bad then....

Talking Italian

Another day. Another country. But wow, what a place. For the third time in a week, I'm thinking 'I could live here'.....

Estonian anti drink driving campaign

Quite amazing. They actually stop serving alcohol in the gas stations after 2am... well at least until 7 am...

An evening in Tartu

So this is what university should have been. Great food, great wine, great beer and lots of sitting around talking about lots of nonsense....

au naturale

The thought of jumping naked into a cold lake with some work colleagues didn't immediately appeal to me this morning. But I must confess that it was rather good fun.

Normality returns

So its all finally over. I'm a proud virtual father and people seem to like the baby. Now if only my real life was as easy to fix....

A brief glimpse at the career that never was

The call comes late, and I'm immediately told that I will be put through. Then the Spanish voices kick in and I wonder if I should start speaking. Thankfully I hold my breath and quickly realise that I'm in the midst of adverts and someone talking about the last song that was played (by Ray Parker Jnr of Ghostbusters fame). But then the jingles stop and the serious voices begin. So damn fast. I just wish I had carried on learning Spanish... All I can catch are my name and my job and then it starts. And I suddenly find myself live on Colombian radio.....

The relic

It sat there for two years, unloved, unwanted. A relic of a past long gone and a memory almost forgotten. But there it sat. Waiting. Waiting for the moment that my eyes glanced upon it. Knowing that one day its time would come and it would be read again.

Me be a very bad blogger

Well its official. Its over a month since my last post. Have I been facebooked out? Have I lost the will to live or just the will to write? Has my life become so insanely exciting that I dare not describe it for risk of making people jealous. Or so mind numbingly boring that my head is hung so low in shame that I can't even see the keyboard. Have I been abducted by aliens or gone or even gone off an joined the circus?

Now that would be telling.....

Beyond the witching hour

There comes that point during tiredness when you hit a wall. When despite you best intentions your body and mind shut down, leaving no recourse but sleep. But then there are times, infrequent for some, frequent for others, when you go beyond this. When you manage seemingly to conquer the very need for sleep. Tiredness somehow fades away. 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock 3 o'clock and so it go on. And throughout, you find yourself in a strange netherworld when night is day and day is night. And you, you just watch as the clock ticks away. Knowing that ultimately you are on borrowed time. For whatever happens, sleep will win in the end.

Hmmmm....errrr.....can we talk about the weather?

The writers block continues. But its actually more of a 'do anything remotely creative' block. I can't seem to read a book, enjoy a thoughtful film or even have an intelligent discussion at present. Evolution seems to be in reverse and I'm increasing resembling Cro-Magnon man. Except he probably had something to say. Or perhaps grunt.

Add a photo and help a tiger

I don't normally blog about my work, but I'll make an exception today as I actually feel quite motivated by this one.

Less than 5,000 tigers remain in the wild today, but even this small number is now under threat by the possible resumption in the sale of tiger products. So we are prepared to say good bye to yet another amazing creature all for the sake of some tacky rugs and rather dubious herbal remedies.

So, add you photo and face up to the tiger trade (in more ways than one)

Crime en Geneve

Blimey. Will wonders never cease. I'm in one the safest cities on earth and I've just been robbed. The robber was very kind to return my wallet after he'd stolen my money, and at least he didn't kick my face in, but anyway.....

A brief moment at PJ's

The hairdresser tells me about the state of her new council flat in Lawrence Weston in her thick Bristolian accent and I realise I'm happy to be home.

Loss of appetite

Looking back, I've always had a problem with eating. From as early as I can remember there have been times when I just stop. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days. Often there is no discernible cause, it just happens. And then its all over and I start eating again, at least until the next time. But throughout it all you know you should be eating, but you just can't face it. And I've never understood why.

Indecision at my decision

Ho hum. Why can't my mind be clear on this one? Just a bit even, rather than being as screwed up as spaghetti. I finally made a decision today to stay where I am. Horrah, fantastic, top banana..err, no quite. In fact I'm still as undecided as ever. Sure I got something for it and I'm not complaining. But as soon as I've decided to say no to the other opportunity it becomes more and more appealing. Have I made a wise move based on all the available facts, or have I just chickened away from taking a risk in my life....

An old worn cliche (but that generally means there is a lot of truth to it of course), but only time will tell...

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

I expect one thing and then the complete opposite happens. And so I'm faced with the hard choice of saying no, to something I actually want. Shit.

Hello, I'm me.

It all passed off quite uneventfully in the end. Sure there was the usual lack of sleep and nerves beforehand, but as soon as I walked through the door it seemed to come quite naturally. The realisation that I can do this, and do it again, until it all comes good. Amen brothers and sisters. Amen.

Attention deficit

Why do one thing, when you can try to do five. Why read one book, when three will do. Why listen to one song when I have thousands at my fingertips. Why slow down when I want to speed up.

Reflections on a funny Thursday

Hmmm... it didn't start very well, but the end was quite pleasant. I go to the office fearing impending redundancy and leave with the knowledge that my job seems quite safe and another one hovers tentatively on the horizon.

Song for the day

We gotta get out of this place by the Animals

Mental note to self.

Qoute of the day

It might not be the "writing on the wall" but someone has some spray cans and is reaching for a dictionary.

Thanks to Mr. B for that one.

And it begins....

One down and its only Monday Wednesday....

Every bad day has a silver lining

I'm fucked. I'm old and getting older by the moment. My back is killing me. I've had to cancel my holiday. And my employer has announced an impending restructuring.

So today didn't start very well to be honest.

But then I then learnt that my parents have finally given up reading the Daily Mail (A newspaper renowned for its impartial coverage of refugees, asylum seekers, homosexuals, Muslims etc. etc.). They have even tried reading the Guardian. What next??? They start to believe in the inevitability of the workers' revolution??

There is hope for us all. Amen.

Hmmmm.....

Good news: Looks like I will still have a job in a few weeks time
Bad news: I have no idea what that job will be...

Tea anyone?

Looking for a hole

Any size will do.

New horizons

Ho hum. Change is in the air once again. And amazingly it is not of my doing. Again. So the magical mystery tour continues unabated. Excitement, trepidation, you name it I've got it. Where next.....

Apt quote

Never believe anything until it is officially denied
Claud Cockburn

Humility..

..begins with the letter H, but then so does hubris.

A story of a poet

When the late Tawfiq Zayyahd, the former mayor of Nazareth, became a member of the Israeli parliament, his Hebrew was not very good. One of the government members shouted, "Where did you study Hebrew?" and he replied, "In your prisons."

A Monday thought

For people who want their straight lines to be straight, life itself is the problem.
Natalia Ilyin

Post no. 225

And just like post no. 1 I'm faced with the inherent problem of what to actually say.

Waiting rooms

The magazines, the table with the chairs arranged around them, the pictures of mountains and people looking healthy, the leaflet rack with advice on everything from pregnancy to weight loss. And the waiting of course.

Words from the toilet wall

I'll be your mirror in case you don't realise the beauty you are.

Hmmmmmm.

Exactly.

Bored, Bored Bored

Oh dear. I've been sitting at my desk for approximately one hour and I'm already beginning to pull my hair out (people who have seen me however will know that I don't actually have much hair to start with). Half my team are stuck in the Netherlands due to the storms we have been having here in Europe, whilst the other half seem to have given up on the whole silly idea of 'coming to work' entirely.

10000000 million green bottles standing on the wall, and if one green bottle was to accidentally fall There'd be 9999999 bottles standing on the wall....

A short reflection on death

I found out this evening that someone I once knew passed away last year. I didn't know them very well, a couple of emails, a dinner at someone's place. That's all. I wouldn't have thought a moment more about them until someone mentioned, in passing over dinner, that they had died. People die every day, and yet I feel nothing, but now I do. Feel. No matter how much we hide it, there is humanity in us all. Thank God.

Just another day in the eternal city

Mad, formula one wannabe, chain smoking taxi drivers moaning about the traffic and the abnormally warm winter. Beautiful buildings popping up around every street corner. The pace and bustle of a big city. More coffee than you can shake a stick at, and I don't even like coffee. A language that I can't understand, but one that I'd really like to.

One day in and I really like this place. And the evening hasn't even started yet.

Amen.

Living the dream

But the question is who does the dream belong to?

The same old story

Too much time. Too little time. Too busy. Too bored. Too happy. Too sad. Too hungry. Too full. Too content. Too restless. Too closed. Too raw. Too self loving. Too self hating.

Yes, the holiday season is over and melancholy has returned. Maybe its the grey skies, maybe its the lack of sleep, maybe its that time of the month, maybe its just me.

Lost

Speaking English. On an Italian Train. In Switzerland.

There is a message somewhere here.

02:48

What am i doing. Here. At this hour. With a gin and tonic. Typing. Slightly pissed.

Why am I not. In bed. Fast asleep. With a good book. A water bottle.

02:51 f**k knows.

Things I learnt over the holiday season

- That Ross-on-Wye and Hay-on-Wye are two different places. Although I am still convinced that Ross is more than capable of holding a world renowned literary festival. Despite its seeming lack of bookshops. Probably.

- That knitting is bloody hard. I mean Jesus. Whilst I am very happy with my seven rows of a square, it might take a while to knock out a jumper at this rate. Knitters of the world I salute you.

- That my scrabble game needs work.

- That Bath ales are actually brewed in Bristol. OK so that probably doesn't sound earth shattering, but it surprised me. Or at least it did after my fifth pint of the stuff. Yum.

- That my brother loves me. And that I love him.

- That I know some bloody amazing people around the world. Bristol, London, Berlin, Helsinki, Geneva et al. Wow. We're all on our own journeys, and are travelling at our own speeds, but I know we'll all meet at the other end.