Monday, March 21, 2016

New Mexico's No Breeze

"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.


- Who else but the random and interesting personality of Hunter S Thompson

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Last Christmas


I know they all are, but boy, this was one helluva fast year.
It whizzed by, I swear. With the speed of the worlds largest roller coaster, but also with it's ups and downs, curves and thrills, illusions and what not. The worlds largest.

Boiling everything down into one concept is frowned upon in this house, but we partake of that every now and then. For if I were to squint my eyes and look at this years timeline, the biggest single "boiled down" event would definitely be the move.

We moved countries, nay, continents. Lively New York is now tattooed on the skin of my life, like the past always is. The present, believe it or not, belongs to a sunny island country.

That's right. I live in an island country now. From an island city to an island country. Common first words, drastically different second ones.

I miss New York, of course I do. But also so excited about this change. The girl and I moved knowing what we wanted, aiming at it, trying to get it and eventually getting. It's been harder settling down than we thought, but that's cause we jumped in head first - we don't know any other way to live unfortunately.

Bought a house, bought two cars, bought more office shirts, some furniture. When all I wanted to do was buy a surfboard. So yes, harder settling down than we thought. This grown up stuff isn't for the faint of heart eh?

Well, 2016 seems to be whizzing in and I'm sensing a thrilling sense of the wonderfully unexpected coming with it. It's going to be a shiny new roller coaster this one, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the weather forecast will be a happy, jumpy "sunny all year round".

Wish you the best year ever.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Dessert Island Questionnaire

This year. 2015 they call it. It's a number as random as a name. Could have called it 999 or called you pooh (unless you're already called pooh and then this analogy fails).

But regardless, this year... it's different. Or rather it's going to be different I mean. Nothings happened so far, but I give it 3 months. After that, I know it, I can feel it in my spine, in that electric galactic force that pulsates through us ...it'll get real. Nice real. Lovely real. Beautiful real...you get the picture.

I'm not psychic in any way... quite the opposite if anything. For example, I'll be all excited for a trip, ready to board a flight and it'd get cancelled. Last minute. And till that freaking last minute, I would have a stupid smile on my face, not expecting a thing. I trust the universe I suppose. Also I'm just basically a numbut.
But for some reason, I'm getting a massive psychic (numbnut) feeling. And I checked, not drunk. Its been building up. So I don't really know what it is, but I thought I'd mention it.

May the force be strong with you.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Child In Time

Man, time flies. But It didn't always do that. When I was in college or maybe school even, it seemed to drag. Crawled, and at times slowed to miserable panicky nothingness.
Not always of course. But most times or at least times that mattered and stuck like memory tags in my memory reel.

And then it somewhat started to gather steam. Walked, then power walked, jogged and now it's on a real tear. I can't stand runners but this is personal.

And now I'm standing here in my mid 30's and I don't know how I got here so bloody fast. The girl thinks this smells funnily of a mid life crisis. This thinking that is. But I say it's only normal.

But if this gets me a ferrari then why not.

Monday, July 7, 2014

High Hopes

Did you hear? Crazydiamond's back (CD does a stoopid version of "guess who's back? shady's back")
No not me, fools. The real Crazydiamond, or rather his friends.

As you've most likely heard - Pink Floyd is going to release a new album this october. The first since 19 freaking 94. Since the ringing of the Division Bell had begun.
And in answer to the girls' first question on this - yes, I am obviously going mental.

I'm going through all 5 stages, or is it 4. I'm already thinking they won't be able, to be as good as they were. A revival never is. Plus they're old and probably don't like psychedelic lights anymore. But at least they're trying, no they're giving it all. In fact everything points to them being epic, cause theirs was always old wise music. And they've only wisened. They're going to soak in all these 20 years in the middle, roll it all into a long big joint and puff it out into the best emotional mesmerising roller coaster of an album we've ever heard.

Epic.

In the meantime, I'm going to take the cue. If they're back, I'm going to be back. In this guise, here on the infamous internet blogosphere. For the audience which is a whole number 1. Me. Cause this could be my album my rolled up puff, my cocoon reimagined.

But how to type while you're biting nails in anticipation.
Oh god I sound like a teenage girl. How to slap this teenage girl out of me.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

A song used to live here

Sufficient time has passed Watson. Sufficient enough.
To peep out. To start with the ramblings but without the old baggage. With new taunts and with newer brethren still. Or hopefully without even a mouse noticing (We don't care much for the world). Starsky might go so far as to call it a new beginning. That chap was always of the disillusioned variety. A romantic though, but like all romantics...

Yes, a song used to live here. And we've come around to renew it (resing it?). To dust the premises, clean the windows and awaken the old. Take up residence (Retake up?). And gladly fail at doing it all over again. For what's a farce without the well intentioned aim towards failure.

Ah...

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Me And Bobby Mcgee

"oh"

oh?

"oh, you're such a happy go lucky girl you. I love how the stars glitter around you. I love how all the words you whisper have a bounce, all the thoughts you preach have a sting and all the strings you weave have a happy ending. How the blues sit far away, afraid to come near. You're something else you know... and all this, even before you smile. For your smile is pure magic. The kind that doesn't sneak up and just touch your heart, but grabs at it. It clobbers you senseless and then makes you want to thank it for doing that. And no one knows this, but its my cocoon.

Wow. But then why the oh?

"Cause when you're sad the world stops"