A day in my life.

Ok, this is a stupid idea I got of the internet. Take photos of everything you do during a day. So that's what I've been doing today. I'm actually quite looking forward to going through the photos tonight and find out what it is I actually do during the days. I'm sure it'll look a lot more boring and pointless when comprised to a few photos.

Wish you were here?

I was waiting for the train yesterday. On the other side of the tracks sat a group of drunks. They were sitting on the grass, looking like your average punk (one had a mohican) and they were pissed out of their heads. And I was standing there on the platform feeling like part of the establishment more than I've ever felt part of the establishment before. I found myself wondering how they make their living. What they do when they're not drinking. If they're really alcoholics or they'd just chosen an unconventional time to drink.

Actually, I wouldn't mind sitting down, nothing to do, having a bottle of red wine. It's just that I've not got enough time to drink right now. Only tea. Still no pyramid teabags.

Legal responsibility.

I do think about it sometimes. My legal responisibility vs. my moral responsibility. One imposed from external authority, the other a gut feeling I can't really describe the origin of. Weird.

Anyhow. I'm out of pyramid teabags. This might not seem like such a big deal, but it is. I went to my local supermarket, intent on buying Citrus pyramid teabags, but they didn't have them, so I ended up with standard teabags, "citrus fruit flavour". It's just not the same. Once you've had pyramids, you don't want to go back to standard. I've been robbed of a everyday miracle.

A moment of surrender...

I love those moments that somehow mean more than other moments. Like leaping from a trampoline and knowing there's no way back. And even if you crawl out of the pool, the disturbed surface of the water will give you away. I think this is why I love "A bigger splash" so much. Then again, your moment of surrender might just end up in someone looking at you, distracted, saying; "sorry, what, love?".

Excitement killed the cat...

I just can't deal with the internet. It's making me nervous. From the second I turn the computer on until the moment I've finally gone through all the places where people tend to leave electronic messages for me, I just feel like I need to throw up. It's really becoming a bit of a problem as a lot of what I do during my days is sorta internet-based. The result of this is considerable weight-loss and general paranoia. I might write a book about it and sell it as the revolutionary new diet scheme. Oh, but crap, I've already given away the secret. Oh well.

As for the more normal and healthy aspects of my life... I'm eagerly anticipating the release of Brokeback Mountain to cinemas here (due late October, god damn it). Someone told me about the film, so I checked out the trailer on the... internet... and the bloody music alone was enough to make me want to cry. I've never cried in a cinema before. I'm looking forward to a new experience.

Another day, another teabag...

I'm still obsessing over my pyramid teabags. Whoever invented those must be a genuis. The pyramid teabag is one of the little miracles of everyday life. I like those. Everyday miracles, sorta. The world we live in is so utterly weird that the best thing to do is just to find a really comfy sofa and observe it all from a secure distance.

Yesterday, I was observing the faulty seatbelt in my workmate's car, the amount of unwanted newpapers gathering on my kitchen table, the flowers on my balcony that insist on surviving through what must be described as divine intervention due to the extent of neglect their subject to. There's plenty of things to ponder over if one only takes the time to do it. Which I don't really, because I've got so much to do I can feel myself getting closer to a heart attac by the second.

Are you lonesome tonight?

Jesus was born at a time in history that suited his purpose a little bit too well for me to be able to believe in the divine aspects of him. This obviously presents a bit of a dilemma for me as a Christian. I was thinking about maybe going to a priest to talk about this. Or a rabbi (I've always been attracted to the Jewish faith), or an imam (Islam is fascinating). But as usual, I'll probably end up doing nothing for a few years until I forget all about it.

On a more trivial note, I've been buying these Lipton pyramid tea-bags lately. Well, once. The citrus version. What's the slogan again? Something about infusion. Anyhow, I think they're just great. And how cute! A pyramid! In my mug!

Reader to rider.

I've only been blogging for two days now and already it's given me an enormous sense of purpose. I've yet to figure out certain fundamental functions on this site, but there's no hurry. It's not like the world's going to end tomorrow, and even if it is, the stuff I don't know about blogger.com is hardly going to be the thing on my mind anyway.
I'm one of those really cheerfull people who are disturbingly preoccupied with the thought of doom. From my window I've got the most amazing view over the second largest lake in this country, and whenever I happen to look out, for my inner eye, what I see is the four riders of the apocalypse riding through the skies above this lake. Nice.

Pomo blogging

I absolutely DETEST blogs. Let's face it, ya'll; No one is that interesting that people will be wanting to read about them. Unless they read to be read in return. There's no such thing as a free lunch. So it's with the greatest irony that I created this blog.
Well, I've also got existential motives. People today seem to think that you don't exist unless your name is somewhere on the internet. Well, I typed my name into Google's seach engine, and all I got was a load of American family tree hippy crap and a page about sailing. Well, I'm neither American nor a sailor, so I can only conclude that a sailor or an 18th century American has hi-jacked my identity and I need to blog in order to get it back. So there.