Saturday, 22. September 2007, 23:31:39
plane, air, thoughts, travel
...
What's a moment in the air worth?
Is it just yet another trip, another drink and another jetlag? What
are the reasons that drove you so far away from home?
A moment in the air. The roaring sounds of the jet engines tearing you
away from the earth you used to walk on just a few minutes ago.
Raising you above, showing you the place below you, looking like the
postcard you never sent home.
Flying away, home, recalling the moments of your last few days, that
filled you with joy. A little sadness, mixed with the orange-crimson
colors of the sun, falling below the horizon. What was it that drove
you to an unknown place? Was it the desire to run away for just a
little, curiosity, or simple love? You're a traveller, alone in your
thoughts. A trip back from the nowhere, flashing back the moments of
your past, mixing up a knowing smile in the pool of memories and
regret. What is it that you left behind you? The smile and the kiss
goodbye from a loved one. The warmth of the afternoon streets and the
warmth in your heart.
At those moments, those peaceful and empty moments of clarity - all
you see is the mixing colors of the sky and the whiteness of the
clouds, that used to be above you. You see the night sky chasing you
and slowly taking over. You see the sky slowly fade from black, then
into the purple of the dusk, slowly to the light blue of the day,
fading away from you, and then into the little stripe of crimson red
sky. Right there - where the sun used to be. Like a rainbow, stretched
across the whole sky. Peace engulfs you - and the dark thoughts fade
away. Colors like children's paintings and candy. That's the colors of
your most precious memories.
Who are you, my little traveller? What are you chasing, what are you
running away from? You can see your life in such a different way. Bad
is fading away and the good brings back yet another relaxed smile on
your face. You close your eyes and let life get back into your
exhausted body. You can see it now, all there, all yours - there is no
good and bad, no joy and sadness. Just the little smile again, brought
up by the memories of two loving eyes.
The little lit-up places below, connected with each other. Pretty
shapes of light, shapes of where other people live. Is there someone
looking up for you? Is there a couple, staring in each other's eyes,
like you did just a few hours ago yourself?
The light changes then, the sky slowly becomes candy blue, in the
colors of the rising dawn. The night slowly fades away, despite the
fact that you should've been engulfed in darkness. There is no
darkness where you're going. There is no darkness in what you just
found in yourself.
The plane goes down. Down through the thick carpet of clouds that has
covered your home. You get into that cover of pure white, like a baby
put to sleep in the soft, white cradle. The purity of the clouds
engulfs you. You look out and you see the little shards of ice, the
little drops of water - glittering in the blinking lights of the
airplane's wings. Like a blitz-light in the club you'll go to.
Flashing moments, white reflections of the tiny particles shining
in the fog. Like the glitter in the look of your loved one, like a
diamond necklace on the neck you used to kiss.
What does it matter where you started from? What does it matter where
you landed to? You've found the colors of your life in those few
hours. You've found the smiles and the warmth of those gentle
caresses. You've found yourself, again - the happiness within you and
the smiles that will wake you up in the morning.
You live. You love. You know.
Yourself.
Friday, 21. September 2007, 11:58:55
On my list:
Scheme (for playing around)
OCaml - cause it kicks the proverbial ass.
Need to fill my boredom with somehting, right. Bye-bye C++
Tuesday, 18. September 2007, 18:53:06
I've been told that I'm bad with people in my last post. And that I shouldn't be, because people are good and nice.
Umm, well, no. I tend to disagree. Expecting feedback that shows me that I'm wrong.
Tuesday, 18. September 2007, 00:00:25
people, speech, annoyance, internet
...
I hear that blogging is hip nowadays. Everyone and their little brother is doing it - a reason enough to stay away. Just like facebook. But then again - people often tell me I'm a weirdo. Including me mom.
But what the hell - sex is hip too, everyone doing it, I tend to stick with the crowd on that one - so what the heck. Blogging it shall be.
Now - someone would write somewhere around here that this blog contains my personal opinions and it does not express the views and opinions of my employer, subordinates, colleagues, friends, or me mom, for that matter. Fucking DUH. I'd bash in the face the first one that's stupid enough to think that, especially if they work with me or moreover if I work FOR them.
The problem is that people nowadays are too jumpy about what they read. But mostly about the things that other people wrote. And the Internet, the proverbial series-of-tubes, being more of a flame-war medium than some countries' parliaments, does not really help the issue. And they get offended. Or they very well pretend to be offended, because directing the writing towards concrete audience is too bloody hard when everyone and their little brother pretends to read it. Seriously.
When you don't like a book - you don't buy it and you don't read it. How you knew you wouldn't like it is another topic altogether. But no - you can post comments on things you didn't read, because we can't have a way of knowing if you even skimmed through the damned thing. So there you are. Freedom of expression - sure - go my little friends, this blog is totally open for comments to anyone. Just don't expect me to care about them way too much. Oh - I can hear you now - you'll start me another witch-hunt because I write stupid shit on the Internet and I don't even read the comments. And because I use mildly inappropriate words here and there in my downpour of sheer wisdom. Don't worry - I'll read them all - they make cool bar stories sometimes. Although I'd rather talk about the curvy girl on the next table, no offence.
It's also amazingly easy to pretend to react to an imaginary issue when you read that 3rd party's wording of what someone else said. That's the moment where everything goes haywire and you see that uber-cool, outraged comments from people that don't talk much even when they've got a couple of beers and a crowd around them. Well, it's a fun thing to watch. Flame-wars aside, that's the funniest thing to see online sometimes, when you just don't want to do anything to mind that precious brain of yours. Just be careful - intellectual osmosis is waiting at the click to "next page", ready to suck you mind too. Yup - the "next page" is a Mindflayer, you little geeks.
The innocent personal opinion of a single person will escalate to your own people jumping against you, waving a pitchfork and saying - "you're making us look bad". Yeah ... but I don't see you talking to the press, now do I? Admittedly - being in the position where your words get too easily mediated to way too many people implies you having some sense of responsibility. And watching your tongue. It's fun to get bashed by the people that can't get even close to that though. It's really fun how many people around you'll find to just not realize how much sense they don't make. So sit back and indulge yourself - watch the fireworks show as it goes. And if you feel creative - orchestrate your own. You might not be the lad that does Rammstein's light/pyro shows but in that virtual environment, it's pretty easy to come close.
Hammer down the inexperienced, mesmerize the simple-minded, be your own god in your small virtual world where you win. Right - because you want to win big and in the virtual environment your win is as big as your imagination and your ego are, combined. Fun for the whole family. Just don't expect me to be impressed.
Oh - and spellcheck, for the love of all that's holy. That language has been crippled enough already.