It took me a long time to get the first words of this blog on paper, but as I sat there with my mind aimlessly wandering I noticed that several keys still have their factory texture. It’s rather strange to think that giving voice to the susurrous murmurings is as simple as assigning individual characters to their respective places. However, it really doesn’t matter what particular topic I settle on because:
"The audience waits in a kind of hebetudinous fixation, perhaps astonished at the perfectly sustained level of mediocrity." - Kevin Kelly
My girlfriend suggested that I talk about how I rescued her rabbit from certain death, but it just chewed through my cell phone cord, so now it’s just an extremely lucky rodent who has been spared twice.
In this sequestered vale of star and spire… shadowed among the embers, furled in flame, the splendour and the sadness of the world. – Fitzgerald
I came across a news blurb about this guy, who just might be on to something:
Danish director Lars von Trier fears he won't be able to make more films because he has quit drinking alcohol and no longer uses drugs.
* I promise you that I am not currently under the influence of any foreign substance, nor are my rather sporadic, if not entirely accidental, strokes of genius derivatives of such an obvious and well proven channel of LSD induced creativity.
It’s quite possible that financial accounts managers make more money selling their advice than they do on the stocks they trade. The long and the short of it is that if you can turn a hobby into something that generates cash… you’re smarter than the guy who isn’t. There is much to be said about how a happy employee is more profitable one. Depending on who is making the argument it all comes down to this; the references provided on a resume will either confirm or refute one’s ability to repeatedly execute a variety of mundane tasks.
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It’s not difficult to form opinions, and weigh in on a multitude of pertinent social issues. I was listening to the radio today, and no matter which station I chose it was either playing Christmas tunes, or some talk show host was talking about volunteering or post-festivity weight loss. I'd much rather be escorted through time and space in a saga such as Interstellar, than in a seasonably dependent drama in which Ebenezer Scrooge is escorted by incorporeal beings. - Needless to say… I have need to busy my mind with quietude.
