Friday, May 28, 2004

Sandra just ended her day. She dropped by. I will work until she wakes up and then most likely get plastered again. Its funny how I enjoy hangover mornings.
The last post is Life the text I was talking about earlier.

Barbecue on Monday looking forward to that and the bank holiday. Even if I am going to do some work. climbing on Saturday that'll be quite fun.

State: chillin'

It had been a while I had not asked myself interesting questions. I was only criticising , although constructively, what was around. However, I was not looking in. Was I doing what I wanted? Or was I getting lost?

And it had to be in night of little sleep and even less caffeine in which I was asking myself what I really wanted.

And to my mind sprung the words of Khalil Gibran.

"Look at the island that saw my birth. From there I sprung to the world, with a song and a riddle; a song for the heavens, and a question for earth"

And it is in this sentence that I found the struggle of the prophet, and hence of the whole human race.
I am air, water, earth, and fire. All in one entity. Air allows to fly. Water quenches my thirst and makes me feel human. Earth gives me a reference for life, a surface and a measurement. Fire gives me warmth and burns me inside with the need to control everything else.

What a subtle concoction did the great alchemist create, from those four elements to create the human being. That my own barriers: sky, sea, earth and, fire conform me. That my brother is my equal, and our fights are the same.
That our fight is between sky, to which we owe our spirituality, and earth, that questions us endlessly over who we are and, what we are doing on her.

What is our life but this equilibrium between the one and the other. And of course a prayer never to reach it. For he who knows how to, ceases to live. He becomes wise, and no longer finds interest in the four elements. He knows more. He aspires to the alchemy, the refined chemistry that conforms the human being and everything else. And few are those capable of keeping such a secret. And fewer are those capable of understanding it.

Alone is the wise man, for the air of his words is not enough to free the air in which he flies inside himself. Alone, because no one drinks of his water, that distils knowledge and fraternity. Alone, because his feet are not enough to reach the distant lands that his thoughts have reached. And alone, because the fire of his passion isn't a firefly compared to the flames of hell that burn him inside.

Sometimes I would like to be wise. Others it would be the worse of my nightmares. But I always thought that if I listen to my brother perhaps the equilibrium can be reached. If for that step I end up alone welcome shall that loneliness be for it could never be otherwise.
Got up really late cause I got to bed late too before I went to bed I took this picture of Birmingham. Blessed are the moments like that. There is so much energy in a sunrise.



The night was good. Lots of fun lots of drink.

Spoke about the unspeakable again... I just hate the situation. Well no recent news which is good just carying on with the work.

Larry-o-key was quite fun. Spoke with lots of people. Masacred a couple of songs.... Showed my blog to more people.... I just haveto carry on working as all I have done is gone down the pub for lunch.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

After prayer and lunch the mood has improved a lot. Back to work and hopefully I will have the document ready for tomorrow. The images will be definetly sorted by then.

I just enjoy this work of prodding in to the obscurity through a little keyhole.
A single ray of light which can be crafted to the needs of what is seen. I do like I get all romantic about this stuff because I guess its my true pasion.

I normally have a hard time explaining this to my girlfriend. But passion and intellect are hard to combine. O how I dread the moment of equilibrium.

Anyhow Sandra is dropping by soon. A few beers are at stake... lets drink and celebrate for the morning will come with its problems that we can not foresee...

State: I am ok.
Got up at the standard late time. Dragged my-self to the office. I am sure if the technique I am using works and it is all very dishartening. Spoke with Marivi. She doesn't like the idea of me blogging.

In the dark our that this week is being. It is one ofthe only conforts that I get. Perhaps once things get back on track things will be fine. Human interaction feels like a bit too much at the moment. I just want to chill the fire that burns me inside.

I will post my text about life. It is pretty much how I feel at this moment.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Long and eventfull day. Particularlly in the afternoon as I had news from Eva. Childhood friend of which I had completely lost trace of since I left Spain.
It was weird dealing with that in Paralel with the unamable. very weird. I have taken steps to improve the situation the anger is still there and that is not good at all. Not good at all.

Hopefully the visit to the laundry tonight will ease my nerves. Normally the purgatory, as I call it, has the inverse effect but you never know.

I just wish the unspeakable was non existent. But I guess life can not be perfect.

State: Up the wall but some steam was let go.
Sandra just woke up and came to make me a visit... I fed her some breakfast... she could not sleep at all as the night was active on the Rota... Exam time... people are crazy...

Spoke about the unspeakable... I have anger in my inside...
The conversation was indeed interesting last night.... got us up until 2 am or nearlly... beer... onion rings... wine.... pizza... and politics and the whole world. I have to admit I enjoyed the night. The morning was a bit rough but nothing that could not be handeld.

The picture is not from last night... but it gives you an idea....



Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Finishing gently my day in the office. I am glad I got to see my girlfriend around lunch... She is still in the middle of ther exams and has a lot to do.

On my side I will go and meet two frineds in a Pub trying to unwind after a long days work...

Hopefully interesting conversation of politics state of the planet and life in general...

General state: Driving up the wall....
la la la la she drives me up the wall....

Monday, May 24, 2004

One of My hobbies is cooking.... last tuesday we(Sandra, D,...) decided to cook toghether so that we all had a proper meal...

This is a carrot soup in a few pictures:

We start by frying a choped onion in some olive oil.





Then add some dried Ham



Then the carrots... and after a bit the red pepper



Cover in water and bring to the boil...



When the carrots are soft take out of the fire and use the blender...



Thats it.....


playing around with this blog client a bit to see how things work....



That was me in the Alster... taking advantage of the lighting from a public street map.
Here we go.... blogging again... after a few days sapen in Harburg with Michael back in my good old office in the UK... My girlfriend is in the middle of her exams.... good luck to her...