Imagine you’re 80-years-old, on your rocking chair, looking at your grandchildren running along in the large garden of your beautiful house, acquired almost 40 years ago. At that time, the house cost you a “small fortune” and (at least according to the stories you’d tell anyone who’d cared to listen), though you’re able to afford... Continue Reading →
A Little Less Timid
From The Unconsoled, by Kazuo Ishiguro: [E]very now and then, he looks back over this life he's led and wonders if he didn't perhaps let certain things slip by. He wonders how things might have been if he'd been, well, a little less timid. A little less timid and a little more passionate.
Life is a Sprint, not a Marathon
I just watched a video on The 99 Percent called Tony Schwartz: The Myths of the Overworked Creative, which talked about how important rest was to people (and to creatives especially). Though rest is something I know I should be getting more of, and something I consciously covet, it's not something I actually do very... Continue Reading →
Airy Trains
There's something about bright airy trains. They're beautiful and certainly something to be grateful for, but I think no one really notices. You should. At least once in a while. ********** Wrapped up in our own thoughts (music, books, worries, aspirations), we may physically live in this world but are not quite part of it.... Continue Reading →
Multitasking and conversation don’t mix.
I came across this article (pictured below, with text typed out for your convenience) while browsing through the magazine Psychology Today while at the library this afternoon, regarding why one may feel not truly listened to when the person whom you're talking to seems to be doing something else, even if that person were to... Continue Reading →
Different, not good nor bad.
Today, I was going through Facebook and looking at the profiles of friends and friends-of-friends. Looking through some of the most bad boy/bad girl profiles, I couldn't help but think what if? In my mind I'm more good boy than bad. It could have been so different though. I remember when I was in Perth,... Continue Reading →
Zeno’s Paradox of the Arrow
I just read about Zeno's paradox of the arrow about how if an the flight of an arrow is made up of many distinct points at which the arrow is at rest. Imagine if you could freeze time when the arrow was moving, then restart time and freeze it again a split second later. The... Continue Reading →
Sky
Just the other day on my way home I happened to look up at the sky and saw this beautiful orange hue. I stopped and looked at it for a while, reminded of the great expanses of unadulterated horizons I used to see so often in Perth. A gentle breeze flew by me; and though... Continue Reading →
Life
A cluttered out leads to cluttered in; life's a swirl now of "what's next?" and "how come?" and "damnit get the f*** out of here!" and "leave me alone!"; but at the very same time it's got "ohmagawd this is great!" and a good "you serious?" and "wow." I sit at my desk plotting and... Continue Reading →
Lix Has Gone Overseas
On a business trip. Belgium -- can you believe it? Back in a week, it's probably as short as most business trips go. But still there were many times I think we both felt that it felt like Perth all over again (four months of not seeing each other!) I still remember when she went... Continue Reading →
Donn, fragments 