So that's one third of the year gone. Haven't finished anything that I started this year. Hell, I haven't even properly started anything.
There is this type of person who lives for taking apart a problem and striping it down to its mathematical/logical nuts and bolts and maybe expressing an abstract solution; after which point, the implementation of a solution is simply too unbearably insipid.
There is that type of person. I'm not one of them. I seem to simply get bored or run out of whiteboard space in that there early stages. If that's not bad enough, it seems that the current intellectual bankruptcy is filtering through to my primary mode of employment. The memories of sweating through analytical math just seems like a dull throb in my lobotomized brain sinking through the muck and mire of insipid corporate professionalism. But hey, maybe all I need is more whiteboards or even some serious competition.
On the bright side however, I've been caught up in what seems to be a crazy wild-life adventure. The significant other has developed a startling, scary and altogether impressive wild-life photography/ornithology craze. She's also managed to hook up with some equally devastatingly fanatic types, the upshot of which has been us being to Yala, Bundala, Udawalawe on prolonged visits as well as quite a few evenings at places like the Lunawa Lagoon and Boralesgamuwa Wild Life preserve. Plans are afoot to cover the rest of the wild life preserves within the year, I gather from the numerous fanatic-type conversations. It's seems they've taken it upon themselves to 'develop a comprehensive photographic catalogue of the flora & fauna of Sri Lanka'; though at the moment, the mission seems to be more like, 'rush off to some god forsaken corner of the country. Brave tsunamis, rampaging elephants, marauding thieves and rabid mosquitoes and shoot photos of most things who'd think of us as dinner'. Well, not really; its seems to be mostly birds at the moment. Flora, fauna, the open road and days and days on the back of an open safari jeep...
I find myself a surprisingly willing companion/chauffeur/liaison person on these wild escapades. It feels like, I'm hitching a ride on someone else's life. Well, it sure beats trying to get your own.
Whatever happened to that particular genre? Where movies were, you know, just movies. The kind where you could put your brain on idle and still enjoy stuff. Where you don't have to condition yourself to anticipate the next retina-searing special effect. The movies where the boy doesn't get the girl, but it's still... ok. Where violence is plain violence; nothing more, maybe even slightly less. And the mooosic....
Those movies....Like sipping tea in a bubble bath.
A degenerate solution. I'm fast becoming one. On the one hand, the little details of life does a darn good job of obscuring the goals of world domination and immortality much in the same way that a swarm of flies ruins a heavenly, delectable cadbury icecream with honey topping (Note that i have just equated myself to a fly infested dessert, or something like that...); while on the other, my ego and inherent laziness have sealed a covenant to coerce me into chasing after mirages in the deserts of corpoerutopia.
A third of the year is in the final stages of being buried under a himalayan load of bovine excreta. While one has no trouble ignoring a slight smattering of guano, aggregation of the said guano tends to get ones attention, sooner or later. Spewing forth crud, gets to one.
It's no longer clear how to distinguish the puppet from the puppeteer. It seems like a mesh of puppet(eers) each exerting an influence on the other, switching roles periodically. The Puppet-Master set is the empty set. It was all illusion.
e-crud seems to be on the up. May 11th might be a good day to end that. It was the 11th of May that started it, after all.
Surrounded by the tube trains of work, parties, trips, books, birdy pics etcetera? Where have all the people with the ideas gone? Where are the chaps who not merely live reality, but invent it? Might it be that their realm is cut off from the circles of the bum-o-sphere? Would such a person need companionship? Would his peanut alone satiate him?
Conversation is a Dead Marsh. Don't follow the lights. tricksy... Give me an equation instead of conversation. But, hark! I hear orc drums. Dinner with an orc...
Stop reading this drivel; behold a musician, a detective, a creator...
1. A shoulder and neck massage; strong fingers stretching and kneeding those muscles. 2. For someone to carefully remove the skull bone on my forehead and suck out that migraine with a vacuuming device 3.For the itch in my belly-button to go away 4.To make fists with my toes 5.To figure out how to teach algorithms without feeling suicidal 6.A large cool glass of coke 7.To forget that a quarter of the year has simply vanished 8.For christina's leak to miraculously get fixed 9.To think of just one more item to make this a list of 10
It dawns on me that my list isn't even interesting. I will meditate on this. It's probably a good thing that I'll be on vacation from today. There is a good possibility that we'd get trampled to death my olephants or that christina will get killed by one. I have pictures in my mind of huge grey beasts raining down from the sky on a windy day while Nero plays the viola.
