Red

A half glass of red wine at lunchtime was all it took to take me off course.

An afternoon of regret. A night of aimless wandering in a make believe world.

I think this is the start of a lovely relationship.

Shoeless

Was playing basketball at springers leisure centre this afternoon when I realised that even after all these years, I really haven't gotten any better that this game.

I've been playing the game on and off since primary school, but yet I'm rather average in it.

I blame the shoes.

And my asian height.

Not that being asian has anything to do with it (hello yao ming).

I also like ducks.

5. Rather not should

Its 3.46 on a Sunday afternoon and I found torn between doing what I should, and what I rather do.

The should part refers to a tax provision memorandum (i.e. work) that needs to be done by start of business tomorrow.

The rather do part refers to pretty much anything else.

So what to do. What to do.

4. Six words

Sunday's newspaper had a little article about Hemingway's six word short story ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn."), and it got me thinking about the beauty and emotion of the english language. How those simple six words can draw out so much feelings of regret, and sadness.

It reminds me that the written word is powerful. Its a tool that I should harness.

Flicking through fffound for inspiration for a tattoo (something that my mind has fixed on in recent days) and I came across the quote, "Be fearful of mediocrity". Suffice to say, it struck a chord, a raw nerve in my heart.

What am I fearful of? Wasted potential of my life? Experiences and events that have not come to pass?

Lets not be fearful.

Listening to triple j's like a version volume 5; Philadelphia Grand Jury's cover of 99 Oroblems b. Its almost six word short story like; "I have 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one"

I can understand the sentiment on a pure intellectual viewpoint, but goddamit, its a problem that I wouldn't mind.

So six word short story; lets brainstorm.

"Rainy morning, unsatisfying job, slept in"

"To call or not, demonstrating weakness"

3. Sleep

Sleep is for getting healthy.

I know this for a fact as I have slept the following since Sunday night;

Monday 0100 - 1300 - 12 hours

Monday 1430 - 17.30 -3 hours

Monday 1900 - 1000 - 15 hours

Thats 30 hours of sleep,

And I'm feeling much much better for it.

Not prettier though.

2. The word turns on a L

Taxi drivers always ask what I do for a living, and I always want to lie.

Admittedly its often late on a workday and I"m wearing a business suit, often crumpled. So my range of lies is somewhat curtailed in a smaller range.

'Undercover spy' would be unrealistic I suppose. Although that being said, how many honest to god undercover spies would actually admit to being one to a taxi driver? Not a lot. Well at least the competent ones wouldn't, and the last thing you want to be is an incompetent spy.

So that leaves me to "office worker". "Yes", I say, "I work in an office. In my business suit as thus, and with my business hat as thus, and my business'y air of confidence". "I am mr business making a living".

Lies are prettier when they involve rabbits.

1. Hajimette

Hajimette?

My Japanese isn't what it used to be.

A lot of things aren't what they used to be.

So its time for a change.

Post number one. Day dot. One post a day; rain, hail or shine.

Let's bring back the fun.