Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Any conjectures?

my altergo has become capable of time-travel.

At 30.11.05, Anonymous joshua said...

i'll meet you in 1922.

 
At 30.11.05, Blogger nomad said...

my alter-ego and I do not speak but sometimes we co-exist.
Mumbai?

 

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Friday, November 25, 2005

watch out for the discrepancy between who you think you are and who you are - or you might end up missing who you could be.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

i guess some of us where never meant to set roots?

Monday, November 21, 2005

Pact

I shall not eat neither sweets (including buns, chocolate and cake) chips nor soda drinks for the next 3 months. I.e. until Feb 21.

Any breach of this pact will result in a fine of 50 Euros to the other holder(s) of the pact.

Exemption:
That which already exists within the confine of my home, although no sooner than in seven days time.

Exemptions for NYE, Christmas and Mother's Birthday are under consideration.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Ode to the Nice Guys

Amen

Monday, November 14, 2005

New paint

Do you remember what songs you listened to as a kid - does the tune still carry into certain aspects of your life?

YAY for my shiny new living room... and regained internet access!

At 16.11.05, Blogger onespring said...

I have always whistled random tunes, never knowing what they were. One day my boss recognized the tune and told me the name of the song, which I realized was a popular nursery rhyme from my childhood.

 

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Tuesday, November 08, 2005

presents

why on earth would you give something in order to get something back
something just doesn't click right

At 10.11.05, Blogger joshua said...

i prefer a potlach.

 

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Monday, November 07, 2005

cure

the cure for fear is genuine passion

Friday, November 04, 2005

distance

I'm not me if I don't go.
I know, but I'm not me if I don't stay.

That's the main impenetrable gulf between two people.
Most gulfs are contrived and/or misconceptions.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Mountain goat

..free, stubborn, and constantly walking up (and down) mountains.

At 3.11.05, Anonymous M said...

You should petition to join the band!

 
At 3.11.05, Blogger nomad said...

there's a freakin band?
figures.

i still self-proclaim the upgrade from sheep to mountain goat this last trip...do not ever underestimate the waldeneering skills of sheep though - they are IMPRESSIVE.

 
At 4.11.05, Anonymous Other said...

Yes, Mountain Goats but they kind of suck.

 

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what did you childhood taste like?


bazooka gum, krembos, fizzy gum... chicken liver and cow tongue.
Seriously.
(picture stolen from http://www.chosencouture.com)

At 3.11.05, Anonymous Sandeatingbunny said...

pelmeni, more pelmeni, mannaja kasha which according to my grandmother was reaaaally good for my future health. I am glad I lived long enough to work out why slightly older people would say such thing to a child.

Also
sand, ink, lego, and boys lot of boys.
No wait that didn't happen until later.





They were all girls.

 
At 3.11.05, Blogger nomad said...

kasha is easy to cook?
I liked the pot more than I liked any type of kasha, played with it for HOURS.

sand - check
ink - ?
glue !
boys and girls - yum, but much much later.

 
At 4.11.05, Anonymous Other said...

Yes INK. I would chew it until it is leaking.

 
At 11.11.05, Anonymous Nir said...

Now look what you made me do... time to pull in some favours and get some imported...

 
At 14.11.05, Blogger nomad said...

I still owe you for last. =)
Just remebered another one; Ricola cough drops- drinking Ricola as tea now as it's the only form I can conjour up.

 

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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes


Source

At 16.11.05, Blogger onespring said...

Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?

 
At 16.11.05, Blogger nomad said...

I am ALWAYS happy to see you. ;)

 

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Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Adventures of Sparrow.

This is unedited/inprogress, but copyright me nonetheless.

Comments and suggestions welcomed though not neccessarily adapted.
It's for Mum's birthday (Feb) as she inspired the idea.


Chapter 1. Seagulls

I am simple said Sparrow. No one notices me. It’s not bad really, I come and go as I please with my little wings. Of course the children do. They notice me. The seagulls get most of the bread, but usually the children throw a crumb my way.

They make so much noise the seagulls. My little lungs can’t make that much noise. Maybe if I could I would yell like them, I would and I would get more bread. It’s hard to say, but to be honest I wouldn’t want to be so loud. Maybe if my feathers were whiter, then they would notice me more. Or… if I was bigger. Sometimes I want to be bigger. Sparrow thought a bit about it. Yes, that’s the way it is. I wouldn’t like to be louder, or whiter. I quite like my voice and the tone of my plumage. Most days I’m glad to be small and out of sight too. Most days. Some days I would like to be as big as a seagull. Just so I could tell them to stop yelling. Ask and have them stop. Even if they heard me over their own yelling they wouldn’t listen to a little fellow like me. Not that I have to influence anyone majorly. It would just be nice with a little more respect Sparrow thought.

Such were the thoughts of Sparrow. Simple and deep at once. On occasion he even analysed the colors of the sky in depth. Maybe this was because of the type of friends Sparrow had. It was also quite possible that Sparrow only had friends that understood simple thoughts. Friends that didn’t have to be heard or seen all the time. Friends that didn’t have to constantly show off their plumage, although some of them admittedly were quite pretty. Nor did Sparrow’s friends smell as horribly as the seagulls. Mike the seagull always reeked of tuna for example. Pete of seal. Probably just the way the world worked. Seagulls did bring the oceans breaze together with the fishy smells, so they weren’t that bad really. They were awful slobs and dropped some tidbits they stole from someone or other at the zoo.

They weren’t bad the seagulls, Sparrow thought. I mean- they don’t intend to do any harm. Their only genuine fault (aside from the fish smell) was that they didn’t think. They just grabbed what they could get, regardless of if some else might want or need it. It doesn’t matter if they want it for themselves, just out of habit they grab. It’s not greed as much as compulsion. Maybe they were born that way thought Sparrow as his mind drifted off.

At 3.11.05, Blogger onespring said...

Diffinally a work in progress, but a great start. Can't wait to read the rest.

 

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