The Magic Carpet
Last week’s post about Moments and eternity sparked a good deal of reminiscing and walks down various memory lanes hereabouts. One of the paths led to the floor. Or rather, my parents’ floors. Persian rugs have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. My parents would save up money, often…
After Life
A long time ago, I watched a Japanese movie called After Life. It takes place in a sort of way station between death and eternity. As far as I remember – and after all, I am getting old, so who knows – the dead would spend 7 days there reviewing their life to choose the…
Shameless Self-Promotion (and Tinks)
Today is my birthday and blogging will be light, due to… Well. It’s my birthday and I intend to do very little but eat yummy things and receive phonecalls from people singing birthday songs in various languages. The festivities started yesterday, with a family party at mor’s. Love the background action behind the birthday cake…
Old and New
To be filed in the ‘oops, I did it again’ category: on Monday, almost immediately after publicly stating that things might be getting better, I re-injured myself (must’ve forgotten to knock wood). As the majority of my brain has been busy dealing with pain and/or been heavily medicated, I’ve been thinking of very little and…
Summer Obsession Update
I believe that I may be – knock wood – slowly emerging out from under last week’s Cloud o’ Calamity. Last Monday’s injury was only the beginning of the deluge (thank you very much for your good wishes), but after this weekend, I have some hope of things starting to turn around (knock wood –…
Better Living Through Chemistry
I hurt myself on Monday. Quite badly. How doesn’t matter, the real issue is that there has been some pain involved (if by ‘some’ you mean ‘a whole lot’). However, the point of today’s post is not whingeing on about the pain, it’s about an experience directly resulting from the pain. To be specific, it’s…
Cultural Pursuits
A long time ago, I decide to acquire a cultural veneer. Not actually become cultured, you understand – that might be too much work and then there’s the possibility of becoming insufferable and pompous. No, as far as I was concerned, a thin layer of culture which could be donned at required moments would be…
The Earth Didn’t Move
Good horror is like good sex. It involves the element of surprise and being taken out of your head into the land of purely visceral response. Added to that should be a nicely escalating excitement, interspersed with lulls in the action to take the edge off, which makes it even more intense when things get…
A Weekend Miscellany
Having Dinner, Being Dinner. The weekend started early, Thursday evening, to be precise. I am not including it in the weekend because I took Friday off, but for the purposes of being at least mildly entertaining in this post. Ken and I went to dinner and after the kitchen obliterated my grilled salmon into a…
Nasty Boys
This past week, I accidentally had myself a small film festival, the theme of which can best described as ‘Nasty Boys’. Something that delicious naturally deserves a review. The Matador. This is Pierce Brosnan’s Anti-Bond, the exact opposite of suave, elegant, principled Good Guy. Brosnan plays a hitman, quickly on his way to a bad…
I’ll Try To Keep It To A Minimum
In case you’ve missed it (I think I’ve only mentioned it once, maybe twice), Big Brother All-Stars has begun. This means that I have entered into my annual summer obsession with watching complete strangers, about whom I have strong opinions, locked in a hamster cage. A cage that this year looks like a 70s decorating…
I Can See Clearly Now
I’ve been thinking about writing a post for a while. It was going to go something like this: I feel like I’m two people. One of me is working very hard to become positive, remain open to possibility and look at what I have instead of what I don’t have – after all, the only…