Someone sent me an email, so I have decided to begin writing in this damn fool thing again, absurd though it might seem. If anyone is interested, I am in San Sebastiàn, Spain, but not for long. Those damned jaws of chaos keep dragging me from place to place and I am too weary to stop them. Without a single EURO, I will wander the freeways of Europe in hope that I shall eventually arrive again in Prague. I do not have the strength right now to be caustic. Just to sleep and sleep until I awaken to a sunris...
Damn my luck at only finding the most terribly schizoid of women. Her mood vacillates between totally lovely and completely full of hate. Within the same two hours, we can be walking arm in arm in Munich's gentle evening breeze and also be in a pernicious debate concerning some failing I had 10 months prior. Her scorn seems endless. When I am not the subject of her pointed ridicule, she does her best to find someone (anyone!) else to beat flat, cut to pieces, and feed triumphantly to wild pigs. I should no...
Samba sucks. Sometimes my left collarbone needs a good greasing. I keep thinking about the toothless fish which swims in my dreams. Obviously I have nothing to say today. Okay. ...
After sitting in front of a terminal for most of the day, my brain is in a deflated state. Difficulty concentrating. Plague. Coffee or cigarettes may be the solution. Last night, I created a spectacular pureed vegetable soup (potatoes, parsnips, carrots, leek, etc) which still awaits me this evening. Well, if the woman has not consumed it all. The night before was Panang Curry with eggplant, red bell pepper and carrots over rice. Also damn tasty. If tonight the soup is not enough, I shall whip up some gn...
yeah, this is more fun than working. * If there are 3 wells (love, beauty, and creativity) and you can drink from one of them, which would you choose? that's like asking whether you'd drink coffee, vodka or water if you were dehydrated. * Do you wish on stars? no. * Would you kill someone? yes. * Who are you jealous of? no one. * Who would you marry? no one. * Do you think that the people on the gap commercials are cool? i have never seen a gap commercial. * If you were another person, would...
If I ever complete any novel-length piece of work, I am going to either title it 'The Ballad of an American Dreamer' (yeah, stolen, but I doubt the originator of the title will care) or 'Shithouse Literature'. I am thankfully alone in the office at the moment. Approximately 30 more minutes of non-itchy bliss. I hate that itchy kind of bliss. It never fails to irritate. Then there is the Christie kind of Bliss, but I think she is in Illinois. The Czech d00d working here poked his head in and rattled off a ...
Two nights ago, we attended an 'avante-garde' ballet. I was, frankly, impressed. The music during the first set was fully percussive and incorporated quite nice timbral textures locked in polyrhythmic grooves. Too bad I did not catch the composer's name. Bastard me. The second was a revelling rolick of semi-dark, upbeat symphonic stuff with hoards of balleters scrambling in a frenzy around the stage while a single, white-clad one practised stretches, oblivious, behind the bars of a cage. Near the end, the m...
First day at work. Sunday was a stupifying whorl of one stimulus after another. I arrived in Prague at about 5am. I shuffled sleepily around the city (from Florenc to Vaclavske Namesti to Namesti Republiky and finally to Masarykovo Namesti) and boarded the train to Usti Nad Labem at approximately 7.30. I had a few beers on the way and struggled down dry bread and salami. I fell asleep on the train and missed the stop. Luckily, the attendant awakened me before the next stop and I got on the first train BACK ...
Errr... drank too much rum last night. Wasted day this shall be. Tomorrow I go to Prague. ...
I made the best moussaka I have ever tasted yesterday evening. To satisfy Vesna, layers of sliced potatoes (along with the usual eggplant and my typical mushroom/onion/garlic/tomato sauce) were added to the whole. Suprisingly, it tasted even better reheated this morning. A yummy breakfast, indeed. I finally accurately recorded the monstrously unrelenting bassline of 'Stone Calendar'. The trancelike qualities whilst performing it should be noted as similar to the focal-on-ambulation idea I mentioned in the ...
Damn formatting. Ah well. Tomorrow morning I should finish finally the govno which must be done to achieve a state of employment again. I should be worried silly about money, but I am not in the least. The problem floats by like flotsam as I walk barefoot on the beach, enjoying the sensation of each step on the sand. Speaking of stepping, I have been trying to apply ideas (twisted in my own manner, of course) from Boris' book on Buddhism (specifically on meditation) to my everyday life. Meditation whilst i...
