Two stories are swishing around in my head around, not really related but somewhere in my backward mind it seems to fit that this is something that would make sense. I thought about how lucky we are in this generation, we definitely are.
When I was about 21 my mother told me to look at my hands on one side, then turn it over and look at the other. I didn't notice anything apart from the dirt under my nails which I tried my best to hide. My mother showed me her hands, I mean she was only in her late forties, still looking quite youthful, actually both my parents still don't look their ages. But her hands were quite wrinkled, blotchy and looking of age, the years of working taking their toll. Since that day I started to notice the veins in my hand creeping around the back of my hands like some ivy left to over grow at an abandoned house, the blotches and the loss of elasticity of my skin.
'Enjoy the youth you have my son' she said, albeit in Chinese.
These are old words but I was recently rummaging around the house I find an old battered suitcase, it was torn at the side and wrapped in a wonderful reddish brown leather. Even from ten feet you can smell the mixture of mould and moisture of the years. For some reason I thought that because the suitcase looked liked something my parents had brought with them from the old world, I would be allowed to open it. I took a screwdriver to the lock and it pops open and out falls around a hundred photos. I see all the people in my family staring back at me, smiling knowingly as the camera snaps the pictures in black and white, sepia and faded colour. I see my father the same age as me young smartly dressed, boyish like I am now and handsome from the beginning. I see relatives who I have only ever known as old people looking back as happy as my father was in those days.
But what marks us out from our parents? For the senseless posting of random photos of our youth drinking and having a good time, for all the photos we have which we stare back smiling, there are hundreds if not thousands for each one of us and only in the last 5 or so years. We book mark our lives without realisation, without the thought of the future which could change or creep around the corner in the next few years. I wonder when I'm as old as my father, what my children will think when they open up a computer or a web-page with their parents staring back all beauty and youth.
Turn over your hands my beautiful eggs and enjoy the blemish free skin, it may not last but at least enjoy it long as possible.
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting 'Cause I'm not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes These wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for Both a beginning and an end
musik
You've Got The Love- Florence and the Machine
Pow- Lethal Bizzle
Remote Part/Scottish Fiction- Idlewild
Holiday- Dizzee Rascal
Summer Skin- Death Cab For Cutie
Brothers On A Hotel Bed- Death Cab For Cutie
videospiele
Metal Gear Solid- Peace Walker
Every Extended Extra
buch
The Great American Detox Diet- Alex Jamieson
VMware vSphere 4- Scott Lowe
Invincible Iron Man- Worlds Most Wanted
verschiedenes
bbq sardines,
putting Italia 90 away for another 4 years,
my gf understanding it all and revenge her favourite player will get,
A holiday would be nice right now, but as I mature and the more serious I become about life, the more life entertains me into being about business or taking things even more seriously. But the reality right now is I'm stuck at Munich airport smelling like one of the worst things in the world, surrounded by my fellow country men who I have no compunction to chat or make conversation with. This is how it feels at times in China, a mass throng of people heading in a direction that only they know and we all congregate on a single place. I hate to imagine what the water closet facilities are like here. For the moment my flight is delayed which means it will be around midnight until I land in London, 2am before I get home and maybe a few days before I post this article.
This article would want to sound like I'm trying to drum up a complaint and in the some sort of Live Journal sympathy plea. But people know me well enough know the amount of hypocrisy I can live with, this is something I wouldn't do, not here in any case.
Instead to pass the time I write my blog and look around at all the different people surrounding me, they are all holiday makers except the guy to my right, he is sporting a pair of white Apple headphones and reading some book which change his life. I realise I'm staring at myself for a few minutes, except my headphones are a lot more expensive and I haven't succumbed to Apple products. This is my only revelations at that moment, for all the worst things in life, I realise that being stuck at an airport isn't one of them.
Well I suppose I can keep this up for at least another half hour or so, don't get delayed my beautiful eggs.
We stop in every passing place To watch the world move faster than we do Watch it pass with our eyes closed The way we usually choose to
So I'll wait 'till I find the remote part of your heart When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
Some would grant it a paragraph, some would grant it a whole book for the whys and wherefores of it's existence. A seed in a game creators mind, spitting it in digital.
Pulling at the sides of your mind, you can see out of the window and Munich's raining, I open the window a little in the funny way that all German windows seem to open and I can smell the rain. For all the Ikea furniture in the flat, it makes you yearn for wood pine panels, oak breakfast table and the sweet smell of rosemary in the morning from the herbs sitting over the window sill. Some fall in love with it all, the romanticism of living in the country side wishing life was simple.
In truth the sides of my mind melted only for a few seconds, the leaf caught in the wind and all the other flowers blooming throwing more petals into the sky. It's all so beautiful and to juxtapose this against the rainy sites of a New York-esque city with the constant beats of the cityscape. To steal something Scroobius wrote 'it's New York like in old movies'. I would be blindingly lying comatose in this fantasy, but coming back down to earth, the only thing that I would really want is the smell of rain on tarmac. It's worth the experience, its worth the time and energy unlike most of the time sinks I have been 'enjoying' of late, that is a subject for another night. In fact it's worth buying a PS3 just to sample it.
It doesn't matter where you are of what media you are watching/listening/playing, just enjoy the things that mean the most to you my beautiful eggs. Don't forget art is hard. Second star to the right and straight on till morning.
videospiele
Flower
God Of War Anthology
Plants vs Zombies
buch
Catcher in the Rye- JD Salinger
kino
Ringu
Zombieland
Terminator
verschiedenes
olds visiting- nice
Next door neighbour Turkish guys stealing bikes
the single speed bike- 22min special to Grosshadern,
Ikea flowers special, nice to have a proper looking flat,
Electrons passing around at the speed of light, it doesn't matter who said the words or even wrote them down. A blinding animation passing by as if the science of the world had offered up all the answers and our brains were being cyber-hacked.
I wanted to write about all the bowler hats and suits that I had walked past every day to and from the training course, describe them as the snobby yuppie elite, but as I started writing I realised how old those kind of words sound. Instead the line of electrons passing around rattled around in my head, I thought about this while taking a long hot soaking bath. My flannel rinsed in hot steaming water and then placed onto my head the light opaque through the flannel.
I imagine the world would looking in on itself and see all the beautiful lines cris-crossing every day, tracing paths where people were treading across the pavements. The veins of the city, the country, the world. All being part of this and in a steaming hot bath gave me a clear satisfaction about it all. I could really believe that for a moment we all belonged here, less as cogs and wheels of society but more of the blood cells bringing oxygen to the world.
I breathed a bit harder when I was lying there in the bath and took the flannel off and stared into the ceiling, those are the sort of times where you either start taking life serious (or more serious) or run the cold razor down the wrists and forget it all. It was Nietzsche that said that 'The thought of suicide is a powerful solace.'
Don't believe in the system, but believe you are part of it all my beautiful eggs.
“Pressure? Pressure what? Pressure is millions of parents around the world with no money to feed their children.”
“Look, we’re not entertaining? I don’t care; we win.”
"It is omelettes and eggs. No eggs – no omelettes! It depends on the quality of the eggs. In the supermarket you have class one, two or class three eggs and some are more expensive than others and some give you better omelettes. So when the class one eggs are in Waitrose and you cannot go there, you have a problem”
musik
Special Needs- Placebo
Four Winds- Bright Eyes
Whatever Happened?- The Strokes
You Talk Way Too Much- The Strokes
Be Quiet and Drive- Deftones
Running for Life- Eliza Doolittle
Kidulthood to Adulthood- Bashy
Letter From God to Man- Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Love Steals Us From Loneliness- Idlewild
Readers and Writers- Idlewild
FOC- Rodrigo y Gabriela
kino
Memento
Iron Man 2
Harry Potter und der Orden des Phoenix
Cars
Monster INC
buch
Anasi Boys- Neil Gaiman
Googled- Ken Alluta
videospiele
Final Fantasy XIII
Hustle Kings
verschiedenes
the disconnection- enjoying the silence from the internet
