A day of
I have words in my head. If I stop trying to pinpoint them and cease attempts to mould them into something seemingly tangible, I think I would be gushing poetry ...
The strangest sensation is, at times like this reality feels as if it is hovering inches away from your skin rather than being in air-to-flesh contact. Like being in an invisible cocoon where only you notice its weight, being on the inside, and the outer existence merely observes your slight detachment.
A day of very little.
It has been Melbourne Cup Day, and I say 'has been' because we've strayed into the timewarp limbo after the actual Melbourne Cup race but it's not tomorrow yet. Yes, we get a holiday for a horse race. Ain't it cool? I don't even like horse racing. Though I'm certainly not complaining about a day off.
Yesterday they got us to wear hats to work. Good for the spirit, or something. I don't have a hat, so I wore one of Cos'. Twas nice of him to bring two - and he won a prize for wearing the other one.
A day of thoughts ...
I have this niggling, ridiculous kind of apprehension (well, not really as negative as the word implies), that now that I've got the blog going that you guys will get to see more of the kind of a nutcase I am - if you choose to read it, that is. :)
From WordNet (r) 1.6 [wn]:
nutcase
n : a whimsically eccentric person [syn: {crackpot},
{crank}, {nut}, {fruitcake}, {screwball}]
Screwball? Heh.
Anyway, I've persisted against pouring out junk as much as I probably could have. The decision to set it up finally jelled when I realised that I was writing more of my thoughts on other websites than on my own. Currently, the rule in my head is "what doesn't go here goes there", but I get a bit stuck with things that could go in both. So I'm guessing that the blog would be updated a bit more often than this.
A day of more thoughts. Some of us have been discussing education and principles of bringing up children on a private Wiki recently. All sparked by Tara's fortune-cookie statement (translated): "All in all, an education that is a little too restrictive is better than an education that is too tolerant."
A day of reality-abandoned conversations with friends across the seas ... do you feel more conscious of the Earth being round when you talk to someone on the other side of the world?
A day of wondering, a day of sweet nothingness.
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06 November 2001, Tuesday, 10:48 PM
Alter ego of dandruff
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