1. Friends. Keep them near and see them often.
2. Freedom. Be your own boss in everything, at work, at play and in life.
3. Reflect. Take time to contemplate life, yours and others ’.
All is to be mixed in the pot of daily life simultaneously. Money is optional, need only enough to sustain life, too much is to add worry.
“Take your pleasure seriously” - Charles Eames.
but remember,
“Too much of a good thing is can always be bad” - Old English Proverb.
She has a deep voice for a woman, smoky and a bit husky but calmingly soft. Her upbringing in a culture where to be soft-spoken is a virtue made her speak in a measured way, with word choices that have the right gravity to what she means to say.
Not too much nor too less, just right.
Hearing her speak is a relief to the whiny, uncouthness and general lack of care to what one says in these days.
Never a laugh out of place nor a stray pause.
She has her own beat , a rhythm of her choosing, a bit like raindrops.
She does overpronounce her ‘S’s though. Hissing them through her unseen teeth. Unseen while speaking but present when smiling.
He looks thirty but you would know he’s older than that. The manner of his movement through the world is smooth, unhurried and without waste of energy. It looks as if he practiced everything beforehand.
He would be unnoticed in a crowd, only those that pay attention to him moving would see his art.
He speaks clearly, so clearly that even the partially deaf could hear him. Never would anyone ask him to repeat what he was saying.
He does however, has a habit of using words that gone out of fashion, though not that often to humour or to come across as a snob.
Preferring one word if that is sufficient as a response or no word at all. when others speak to him, he would stay silent and the only thing one would see would be his eyes compelling you to not waste him time or tell falsehoods.
Her name is Fauziana and his name is Sani, and both are characters I’m using in my current writing project. Maybe I will trash this work as like the others, or I will complete it. Wait and see.
As I’m reading Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (ZaTAoMM) after reading Anathema, I couldn’t help but draw some affinity between the two. both talks about the scientific method, it’s aesthetics and the aesthetics of the output derived from it.
The nature of Quality and it’s undefined aesthetics.
Anathema touches much on the multiplicity of cosmi, the question between of the universe and the consciousness of the observer. the realisation that if one observes one also alters what is being observed. all this while telling you of a riotous story of intrigue, adventure, comedy and ideas. set in a world in which the scientists, philosophers and learned people lived in isolation to outside world. while also delving much into maths and philosophy. Sounds boring but the author throws in some martial arts action, sociology, a few love stories, science fiction goodness of space travel and mystery. The author himself said that his inspiration was the long now foundation which aims to promote thinking in long terms as in in terms of century or in time-frames of millennium, this accounts for the grandeur of the setting of this book; Ancient metropolis buried under the slow march of glaciers, a train that goes over the polar region. Ancient religions that seems silly. A history, a culture.
While ZaTAoMM tells of it’s author search for a philosophy of value, the question of what is Quality while telling you the story of a father son trip on a motorcycle across America. It’s philosophy seems a bit weak in the face of reason though but that is what the author argues, that reason isn’t much of a deal. The audacity of saying that the basis of western thought is corrupted by the works of Plato, Socrates and Aristotle. The author pleads the case for humanity to return to the pursuit of ereté (excellence). all while telling you that the narrator actually goes mad while thinking of this matter. One suspects that the narrator is actually a recovering manic depressive on his down cycle missing his manic past but I think that is just because I saw Stephen Fry’s excellent documentary on manic depression.
Delving into these two you cannot but connect the ideas laced in them.
Next I’m reading The Algebraist by Iain M Banks, I’ve read it before so I know I’m in for a ride that spans millions of years…
Imagine you are a non-earth based self-conscious entity that has the ability to appreciate music. However hard it is, imagine.
There was news of an artifact that was passing at great speed through space, the artifact was intercepted, it’s every detail recorded and analyzed.
Some of the information was in form of sound and you, chosen as the first of your kind to hear sounds from another culture, unimaginable and utterly foreign. To hear this:
all the troubles that you have shown me is worth squat if compared to the things i’ve read in the papers.
stop feeling sorry for yourself and start making things go for you.
berlari terbang meninggalkan segala kesusahan dan harapan orang lain.
pentingkan dirimu sendiri dan saksikan semuanya meniggalkanmu.
semuanya perlu seimbang dan keseimbangan itu hanya ada padamu dan tidak pada orang lain.
berfikirlah untuk sendiri dan berhenti berharap pada orang lain untuk pendapat peribadi sendiri.
biar berpeluh jerih dalam panas terik kalau apa hasilnya yang akan kudapat nanti milikku.
…
this is what would come on the screen whenever the subject sleeps. the brain scans on the patient shows that the activity centres that is active is only the parts for listening and speaking. the parts for memory, sight and emotions is never active, only the parts for the most basic of bodily functions are working as normal.
the only reason someone would know the difference whenever the subject is sleeping or waking is by the difference in the output of the machine.
once the researcher tried leaving the room for a whole day to find out what the output on the screen was, and what he got was his whole day narrated meticulously.
all his activities, even trips to the toilet and the pickings of his nose was documented.
the main researcher thinks he knows what is going to be the focus of the subject’s narration, but he couldn’t be more mistaken he truly doesn’t know. such as now the researcher thinks the focus would be about him thinking that he know what the focus of the subject would be but actually the topic now is about his friend’s wife.
his best friend’s wife is currently participating in a talent tv show where the contestants are locked up in a mansion and trained in show arts
he remembered last night at his friend’s house while he was watching the tv together with his friend. how his friend who was wearing boxer pants and a t-shirt because it was hot. how his friend who watched his wife sing on the tv was excited in the wrong way. how his wife sang a dangdut number with moves that accentuates and shows her playful coyness to the most extreme. how the hip movements and her singing even elicited a grunt from his friend. how she growled when the show’s vj asked if that was how she sang in front of her husband, “oh! she plays rough!” exclaimed the vj, which was when he noticed his friend’s pink penis head peeking next of his friend’s hairy right thigh. it was when he excused himself and laughingly said that he needed to buy some sausages for his family’s barbecue tomorrow, this was actually a lie.
reflexively he pulls the wires from the sub vocal microphone and
UK’s Capital Children Choir’s Choral tribute to Lily Allen’s ‘Chinese’
Promo for the new Thomas Pynchon book. Soon I’m going to read it.
…Fortunate Son
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