monday 29 november
I am trying to figure out if guilt is a human invention.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Saturday, November 27, 2004
there's something to it
Each key stroke that provokes a twinge in my spine, contributes to the overall narrative of my labour. How this is true. Even I am not entering any numbers, which are my labour and which narrative they course, the span of my contract and the little fish-bones of the project. I feel this work that I have done and I want to practise it more. However, I have an office and also, staff and a report to submit.
Kai is constructing a public baths. It is muscle-power, long-term and I think it is a good thing. My involvement is voluntary, naturally, but in myself, my will which is my own must converse with my engagement. I am single and rational but I am also a member of a partnership that is greater than myself and of which I, as a skilled functionary, recieve a salary for something which has ambiguous potential and ambivalent applications. The future is not assured. The future, if it may be phrased in so grandiose a fashion, is at stake.
I have the bruises to prove it.
Kai is constructing a public baths. It is muscle-power, long-term and I think it is a good thing. My involvement is voluntary, naturally, but in myself, my will which is my own must converse with my engagement. I am single and rational but I am also a member of a partnership that is greater than myself and of which I, as a skilled functionary, recieve a salary for something which has ambiguous potential and ambivalent applications. The future is not assured. The future, if it may be phrased in so grandiose a fashion, is at stake.
I have the bruises to prove it.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Herbert the foreign citizen who is an accountant recounts a tale
wednesday 24 november
It is a strange thing. Absolutely it is an unusual position, and one that I find unusual to be in. Were I still at home, the bandages would be giving me some personal and national, even, comfort, bandages applied over my lumbar region, my lower vertebrae manually investigated, infra red directed over my kidneys. It is not inconceivable that I would have broken the fast of my invalid nocturne with kidneys on fried bread, dense with iron, to the point now, to the point. Perhaps there is slight bruising, I doubt there is any discolouration at the top layers of dermis. I am tanned for that matter. I am not hurt and I don't think I will even mention it. I write to cause a point for reflection, and that which I reflect upon occupies my mind so that it might as well be a mental bruise. I mark the page in sympathy with the mark I feel is dissipating through my brain. Whichever will be the more permanent.
Yesterday, I was included in the digging of a hole, diameter 3 metres, central depth 1.42 m, circumference depth .66 m. This tuesday, was completely unlike any day previous, this activity foreign to my normal conduct and it was instead of my usual employment during the hours of 8 - 6 (when the sun descends and backlights the flight of ravens, which I observe from the carpark, in my work car, which is unpleasant to travel in until I have let the ac run for a period up to 10 minutes).
Perhaps you know that few places in the world experience civic systems of water and electricity delivery, perhaps you live in these places and are unaware that such organisation is notable for its minority position.
Kai is constructing a public baths. The plans and illustrations are displayed on the info board that stands in the driveway. Particularly, mosaic covers all the surfaces, and where it is clear as it were, there is cement and coconut wood slats with cement guttering underneath.
It is a strange thing. Absolutely it is an unusual position, and one that I find unusual to be in. Were I still at home, the bandages would be giving me some personal and national, even, comfort, bandages applied over my lumbar region, my lower vertebrae manually investigated, infra red directed over my kidneys. It is not inconceivable that I would have broken the fast of my invalid nocturne with kidneys on fried bread, dense with iron, to the point now, to the point. Perhaps there is slight bruising, I doubt there is any discolouration at the top layers of dermis. I am tanned for that matter. I am not hurt and I don't think I will even mention it. I write to cause a point for reflection, and that which I reflect upon occupies my mind so that it might as well be a mental bruise. I mark the page in sympathy with the mark I feel is dissipating through my brain. Whichever will be the more permanent.
Yesterday, I was included in the digging of a hole, diameter 3 metres, central depth 1.42 m, circumference depth .66 m. This tuesday, was completely unlike any day previous, this activity foreign to my normal conduct and it was instead of my usual employment during the hours of 8 - 6 (when the sun descends and backlights the flight of ravens, which I observe from the carpark, in my work car, which is unpleasant to travel in until I have let the ac run for a period up to 10 minutes).
Perhaps you know that few places in the world experience civic systems of water and electricity delivery, perhaps you live in these places and are unaware that such organisation is notable for its minority position.
Kai is constructing a public baths. The plans and illustrations are displayed on the info board that stands in the driveway. Particularly, mosaic covers all the surfaces, and where it is clear as it were, there is cement and coconut wood slats with cement guttering underneath.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
TUTSOI or TUTSAI
wednesday 17 november
the urge to stimulate other's initiative.
hero.
in your own life to seek what it is you find to be beautiful.
the urge to stimulate other's initiative.
hero.
in your own life to seek what it is you find to be beautiful.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Punct
thursday 11 november
Have you read a great story?
Probably going to teach english in japan - i know i know, i know i don't know though - so for life and for the flight, please recommend a book.
The Tale of Despereaux. In this book, the light shifts and turns.
Have you read a great story?
Probably going to teach english in japan - i know i know, i know i don't know though - so for life and for the flight, please recommend a book.
The Tale of Despereaux. In this book, the light shifts and turns.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
In the same place when you said it was a syllabus
thursday, 4th november
It is possible to get seasick on the road her house is off. Where she lives is her house, and her history in this place trails her like a veil of trenchant tendrils, thus she lives in a historic mansion at the hub of the nation's independence. The other tenants know that they occupy the upper stories, and she the ground floor. It is an appartment over the sewerage outlet. It also borders the sea. The ground floor flat has patio doors and a garden that runs to the beach wall. It is a midgey appartment and the midgey overbridge practically scratches its back. So what? After the skeleton, isn't the life in the doing. Yes and she is history, damn, it's salty. You can breathe and smile in this place continuous as a dream. She does. Smile means that you know what this is. Smile means you can wake up tomorrow.
This is a description of ketchup. Which is how it feels when you are seasick on the way to her house. Ketchup. You have turned off the tarmac and you are not smiling.
I think you are listening just fine.
It is possible to get seasick on the road her house is off. Where she lives is her house, and her history in this place trails her like a veil of trenchant tendrils, thus she lives in a historic mansion at the hub of the nation's independence. The other tenants know that they occupy the upper stories, and she the ground floor. It is an appartment over the sewerage outlet. It also borders the sea. The ground floor flat has patio doors and a garden that runs to the beach wall. It is a midgey appartment and the midgey overbridge practically scratches its back. So what? After the skeleton, isn't the life in the doing. Yes and she is history, damn, it's salty. You can breathe and smile in this place continuous as a dream. She does. Smile means that you know what this is. Smile means you can wake up tomorrow.
This is a description of ketchup. Which is how it feels when you are seasick on the way to her house. Ketchup. You have turned off the tarmac and you are not smiling.
I think you are listening just fine.
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