I'm getting lazier, aren't I? I feel that the frequency with which I have been blogging has totally decreased. Each time I decide to write something, I yawn, then stretch, and promptly forget about it entirely. Well, not entirely.
One side-effect of being a blogger is that every experience is filed away into a section of the mind with a figurative little sticky noting how it will fit into a post. Not exactly that way, it's just more of a subconscious occurrence, and most likely not exclusive to just bloggers. Writers, artists, thinkers. Anyone who takes an experience and opens it up for analysis, further experiencing that experience and tasting the fruits that are found when one delves into the matter deep enough.
This morning I think I fell in love again. Seriously, the moment I stepped out, I was totally wrapped by the warmth of the morning. While noone wants to hear about the warmth anymore (What warmth? We're talking about bloody suffocating HOT), this was that warmth that reminds you of the tenderness of Spring, or the approach of Autumn. Again, not every one of you will know what I am talking about, as our climates vary globally.
There was such a strong wind, and it was the type that made you believe that you could be in a movie scene where the wind (fan) is streaming through your hair, and the sun is just rising, and the world is bereft of its regular calamity, a temporal world of serenity. The fact that you aren't in a movie scene with the fan blowing makes it even more beautiful. Because it is reality. For however temporary that moment was, it was still there.
So that was my morning, other than the "good morning"s to the old guy walking past from his early morning walk through the park, and to the other one watering his garden.
Lately, I have been bugging my friends with the Twitter updates on horoscopes. I don't know, I find them interesting. Especially when they're very apt. And what I am talking about is the characterization of each zodiac sign, not the "today you will understand the meaning of a wild encounter when you lose more than you expected to but gained everything back." types. Regarding those daily horoscopes, I have had my own theory for a long time. My theory goes like this: All the journalists or reporters or psychics or whoever they are who are paid to write up these horoscopes get together at a bar. Get drunk. Then they start writing. While continually drinking.
"OK, gimme that pen. This is what it's gonna be like: Aquarius will meet a dark handsome stranger..."
"Yo man! I'm Aquarius! I don't want a dark handsome stranger, I got my sights on that blonde over over over....over there.."
"Whoa, that's one hot babe man!"
"Yeah that's what I'm talking about. Write something about her for me will ya?"
"OK buy me another round duuuude. Yeah *gulps* Ok scratch dark handsome...Stranger. Ahhhm. Bright... and full of light! WOOP!"
"YEA BRO THAT'S WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT THIS CALLS FOR A DRI..."
"...Yo man that babe is coming here...."
" @#$@ That's Barb! You @#$! She's on our team you fool."
"You sure?" *squints*
"Yooooohooo boys, whatchus star...star....star *hiccup*ing at me for? Did ya write the the the first scope yet?"
"Ahh. Barb what's your sign again?"
" Um.........ca....caa...caa...."
"Cancer?"
"Um...no....ccccccaaapri"
"Capricorn! Eh Bill.. where youat man. Get yer face outta that mug. Yeah Bill listen write this. Capricorn meets Aquarius for best results."
"What the beep man? Beshht weshults? Thish shom kinda exam or what? Kiddin me man..."
"No Bill, ah jusht write it aite.."
One side-effect of being a blogger is that every experience is filed away into a section of the mind with a figurative little sticky noting how it will fit into a post. Not exactly that way, it's just more of a subconscious occurrence, and most likely not exclusive to just bloggers. Writers, artists, thinkers. Anyone who takes an experience and opens it up for analysis, further experiencing that experience and tasting the fruits that are found when one delves into the matter deep enough.
This morning I think I fell in love again. Seriously, the moment I stepped out, I was totally wrapped by the warmth of the morning. While noone wants to hear about the warmth anymore (What warmth? We're talking about bloody suffocating HOT), this was that warmth that reminds you of the tenderness of Spring, or the approach of Autumn. Again, not every one of you will know what I am talking about, as our climates vary globally.
There was such a strong wind, and it was the type that made you believe that you could be in a movie scene where the wind (fan) is streaming through your hair, and the sun is just rising, and the world is bereft of its regular calamity, a temporal world of serenity. The fact that you aren't in a movie scene with the fan blowing makes it even more beautiful. Because it is reality. For however temporary that moment was, it was still there.
So that was my morning, other than the "good morning"s to the old guy walking past from his early morning walk through the park, and to the other one watering his garden.
Lately, I have been bugging my friends with the Twitter updates on horoscopes. I don't know, I find them interesting. Especially when they're very apt. And what I am talking about is the characterization of each zodiac sign, not the "today you will understand the meaning of a wild encounter when you lose more than you expected to but gained everything back." types. Regarding those daily horoscopes, I have had my own theory for a long time. My theory goes like this: All the journalists or reporters or psychics or whoever they are who are paid to write up these horoscopes get together at a bar. Get drunk. Then they start writing. While continually drinking.
"OK, gimme that pen. This is what it's gonna be like: Aquarius will meet a dark handsome stranger..."
"Yo man! I'm Aquarius! I don't want a dark handsome stranger, I got my sights on that blonde over over over....over there.."
"Whoa, that's one hot babe man!"
"Yeah that's what I'm talking about. Write something about her for me will ya?"
"OK buy me another round duuuude. Yeah *gulps* Ok scratch dark handsome...Stranger. Ahhhm. Bright... and full of light! WOOP!"
"YEA BRO THAT'S WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT THIS CALLS FOR A DRI..."
"...Yo man that babe is coming here...."
" @#$@ That's Barb! You @#$! She's on our team you fool."
"You sure?" *squints*
"Yooooohooo boys, whatchus star...star....star *hiccup*ing at me for? Did ya write the the the first scope yet?"
"Ahh. Barb what's your sign again?"
" Um.........ca....caa...caa...."
"Cancer?"
"Um...no....ccccccaaapri"
"Capricorn! Eh Bill.. where youat man. Get yer face outta that mug. Yeah Bill listen write this. Capricorn meets Aquarius for best results."
"What the beep man? Beshht weshults? Thish shom kinda exam or what? Kiddin me man..."
"No Bill, ah jusht write it aite.."
