Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thus Saith the Professor
"Young enough not to care too much
About the way things used to be
I'm young enough to remember the future ---
The past has no claim on me
I'm old enough not to care too much
About what you think of me
But I'm young enough to remember the future
And the way things ought to be"
--Neil Peart, RUSH, "Cut to the Chase" from the album "Counterparts", October 19, 1993, Anthem/Atlantic
About the way things used to be
I'm young enough to remember the future ---
The past has no claim on me
I'm old enough not to care too much
About what you think of me
But I'm young enough to remember the future
And the way things ought to be"
--Neil Peart, RUSH, "Cut to the Chase" from the album "Counterparts", October 19, 1993, Anthem/Atlantic
Monday, September 27, 2010
Epistle
I have found out that I love the mechanics of writing, but I have, and continue to, violate the spirit of the letter.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Absorbing (Again)
Listening:
Nek: "L'Anno Zero"
This is an interesting album. I am not a huge fan of Italian pop/rock, but these songs played non-stop when I was working in Ristorante Papà Giovanni almost ten years ago. There are no words to describe my gratitude and love for the people I worked with back then. This album is the soundtrack of those hallowed days.
Clint Mansell: "The Fountain Soundtrack"
The soundtrack to Darren Aronofsky's masterpiece of a movie "The Fountain". Speechless in presense of this beauty.
Hans Zimmer: "The Inception Soundtrack".
I have never liked Hans Zimmer's music in movies. The atonal "wankwankwank" of the string section is usually a minor nuisance until it gives me one hell of a headache. This however is exceptionally good by any standards for stand-alone listening. Guitars by Johnny Marr. Need I say more?
Nek: "L'Anno Zero"
This is an interesting album. I am not a huge fan of Italian pop/rock, but these songs played non-stop when I was working in Ristorante Papà Giovanni almost ten years ago. There are no words to describe my gratitude and love for the people I worked with back then. This album is the soundtrack of those hallowed days.
Clint Mansell: "The Fountain Soundtrack"
The soundtrack to Darren Aronofsky's masterpiece of a movie "The Fountain". Speechless in presense of this beauty.
Hans Zimmer: "The Inception Soundtrack".
I have never liked Hans Zimmer's music in movies. The atonal "wankwankwank" of the string section is usually a minor nuisance until it gives me one hell of a headache. This however is exceptionally good by any standards for stand-alone listening. Guitars by Johnny Marr. Need I say more?
September
More of the same, I am afraid.
To this, add a shit-storm of uninformed decision making, general incompetence and sightlessness bordering metaphysical anopia.
Could someone remind me which planet I am on again? And, while you are at it, when does the next transport leave?
To this, add a shit-storm of uninformed decision making, general incompetence and sightlessness bordering metaphysical anopia.
Could someone remind me which planet I am on again? And, while you are at it, when does the next transport leave?
August
An uncontrollable free-fall through the days. The month started with a landslide of difficult decisions, pulling all-nighters too many in a row, and simply too much on my plate all the time. If there is a signicant moment somewhere buried there, I have failed to notice it.
The question is: how much more of this I can take? I thought I had reached a limit in early July, but that period seems like a cakewalk compared to this. Should I consider this a challenge? Should I improvise, adapt and overcome? Should I take whatever is thrown in my general direction like I usually do: by the horns and bend it until it screams mercy, or simply is resolved and defeated? No quarter here, mate.
A kind soul noted only a few days ago that I live a "charmed life" amidst an interesting conversation. It is curious to note that I never view my existence here that way. Being pummeled by an endless row of difficult cases, nasty decisions, and trying to get some order into this disarray can hardly be considered "charming" or "charmed". But then, life is what you make it. [With a reference to Mark Hollis]
Get your ducks in a row.
The question is: how much more of this I can take? I thought I had reached a limit in early July, but that period seems like a cakewalk compared to this. Should I consider this a challenge? Should I improvise, adapt and overcome? Should I take whatever is thrown in my general direction like I usually do: by the horns and bend it until it screams mercy, or simply is resolved and defeated? No quarter here, mate.
A kind soul noted only a few days ago that I live a "charmed life" amidst an interesting conversation. It is curious to note that I never view my existence here that way. Being pummeled by an endless row of difficult cases, nasty decisions, and trying to get some order into this disarray can hardly be considered "charming" or "charmed". But then, life is what you make it. [With a reference to Mark Hollis]
Get your ducks in a row.
Friday, September 3, 2010
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