Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Time	Event
12:01a	The Secret to selling tripe. Every morning on my way to work and every evening on my way back, I usually come across kids selling pirated copy of popular books ranging from The Namesake (which I bought) to The Google Story (Which I also bought) to 100 ways to make someone fall in love with you (Or something similar, which I obviously didn't buy). But there's one book which I have often picked up while giving some kid a ride till his next sales traffic stop, and glossed over the backcover of the very charmingly decorated book (I must admit). Each and every single time it makes me shudder inside. And every time I decide to not pick it up again, but I forget. Darn my dementia. Regardless of what such books wrap themselves in and regardless of who the salesman is, I can never allow myself to pick such obvious tripe up. I think Chicken Soup for the Soul was the last and only self help book I ever read, but in my defense, they were good stories about real people and the series was quite well compiled. Oh and of course I moved your cheese. How can I ever forget that gem of a book. Too bad it's out of print now. It was a gift... sigh... Anyway, Scrubs beckons. pleiades Current Mood: weird Current Music: Get Your Way - Jamie Cullum (2 Comments | Comment on this)
12:07a	Another post... A poem by Sandburg that has been playing on my mind since yesterday. (For the sake of reminding myself that there are still some things in life which I can hold sacred.) Last Answers I wrote a poem on the mist And a woman asked me what I meant by it. I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist, how pearl and gray of it mix and reel, And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening into points of mystery quivering with color. I answered: The whole world was mist once long ago and some day it will all go back to mist, Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers Go running back to dust and mist. -- Carl Sandburg pleiades Current Mood: calm Current Music: Photograph - Jamie Cullum (Comment on this)
7:00p	For The Twilight Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost pleiades Current Mood: calm Current Music: Northern Sky - Nick Drake (Comment on this)
9:53p	An attempt These days more often than not the world seems covered with layers of silent snow and I sit here in the kitchen peeling its skin off. pleiades Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: It's Probably Me - Sting & Eric Clapton (2 Comments | Comment on this)
10:39p	Perspective. Thank the funnies for small mercies. pleiades Current Mood: busy Current Music: Fix You - Coldplay (Comment on this)

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