Tuesday, September 8, 2009
office life (3)
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the bored,
I'm a lengthy monologue
I'm livin' like a dog
I'm bored
I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz
I'm bored
Just another slimey bore
I'm free to bore my well-bought friends
And spend my cash until the end coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the board
I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips
I'm bored
I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
Just another dirty bore
All right doll-face
Come on and bore me
I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips
I'm sick
I'm sick when I go to sleep at night
I'm still sick in the broad daylight coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the. . .
BORED!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
life without father
Regret at the things left unsaid until it was too late seems to be a commonly expressed feeling.
But not everything needs saying. And, anyway, during the course of a normal life the main things will have been said, love expressed, values transmitted. That job will have been done.
Me, it’s the small things that get me: must show him this, must ask him that – an old photograph, a new boat, an unknown bird, a sentence in a book (just now it’s the Essays of E. B. White, which would be right up his street). That job is never done, and cannot now be continued.
That's what gets me. The simple, everyday things.
But not everything needs saying. And, anyway, during the course of a normal life the main things will have been said, love expressed, values transmitted. That job will have been done.
Me, it’s the small things that get me: must show him this, must ask him that – an old photograph, a new boat, an unknown bird, a sentence in a book (just now it’s the Essays of E. B. White, which would be right up his street). That job is never done, and cannot now be continued.
That's what gets me. The simple, everyday things.
Monday, March 9, 2009
life on the ocean blue
Did you know that the round-the-world record for a sailing boat is faster than that for a motor boat? Well, it is.
50 days, 16 hours and 20 minutes for the sailors aboard the maxi catamaran Orange II (seen below on another record which they also hold).
60 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes for the petrolheads aboard the futuristic trimaran Earthrace.
More astounding of all, however, is the 57 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes which constitutes the solo sailing record, set by super-Frenchman Francis Joyon on the fabulous Idec II.
Yep, that's one bloke, all by his lonesome, circling the world on a sailboat a neat three days and ten hours faster than a full crew in the most advanced motor boat the industry can come up with. How cool is that?
50 days, 16 hours and 20 minutes for the sailors aboard the maxi catamaran Orange II (seen below on another record which they also hold).
60 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes for the petrolheads aboard the futuristic trimaran Earthrace.
More astounding of all, however, is the 57 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes which constitutes the solo sailing record, set by super-Frenchman Francis Joyon on the fabulous Idec II.
Yep, that's one bloke, all by his lonesome, circling the world on a sailboat a neat three days and ten hours faster than a full crew in the most advanced motor boat the industry can come up with. How cool is that?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
literary life
You're The Catcher in the Rye!
by J.D. Salinger
You are surrounded by phonies, and boy are you sick of them! In an
ongoing struggle to search for a land without phonies, you end up running away from
everything, from school to consequences. In this process, you reveal that many people
in your life have suffered torments and all you really want to do is catch them as
they fall. Perhaps using a baseball mitt. Your biggest fans are infamous
psychotics.
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