Monday, May 29, 2006

Hello Pot - This is kettle

Trace, this pic made me think of you and all the giggles across the blogesphere. I even got as far as the Ipod incident :-D

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Shed the layers

...of rules, of conformity, of complacency,
of lack of time, of fear, of ignorance,
of reality, bias, of past consideration,
of tunnel vision, control, denial,
of mistrust, elusiveness, rejection,
the mist in consciousness, of solitude and of order,
of vertigo, pre-occupation, comfort,
of prejudice, logic and any misplaced sense of responsibility
of what we once wanted,
of what we should want,
of what we expect,
and behind all of that, at the very center, standing alone, is the answer.
Simply.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Feature

It happens that the sudden revelation of some small detail can bring the greater picture into startling focus. Why should the tiniest disappointment have such a great impact otherwise, if not for the fact that it can make a person realize how that something small had come to mean so much. Too much in the great scheme of things, which in turn begs the question, what is going on with all that other stuff that this would be the one to rock the boat of contentment.
Most of the time it's more than clear, we knew. Somewhere we were fully aware. I guess sometimes, no matter how old one gets, it can still be awfully nice to play make-believe.

:-)

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Throwing it out

Just some "inane", "rambling" thoughts...

Once a personal revelation, one over which one had guarded, has been made, it cannot of course be unmade. It and the act of sharing it are thereafter present in the consciousness of all parties. An interpretation was made on both sides, discloser and confidant, and tucked away in the realms.
In the case of the confidant, it becomes part of their overall impression of the other person, it may or may not (depending on relevance) influence their perceptions and interpretations of the other person's behaviour, reactions, emotions, dialogue, etc.
To what extent or how often is of little or at least less consequence than the greater change, which, regardless of what the revelation consisted of, occurs in the discloser. By sharing, more often than not, the giver is left with a feeling of vulnerability rather than empowerment or relief.
Vulnerable to reality, but so much more so to their own imagination, their own ponderings about how the other is using the information in their own thought processes, how it was interpreted, what associations were made, what tags added on, what conclusions were reached and most importantly whether at any given time something done or said is being interpreted and worse misinterpreted in light of that particular revelation. Judgement aside, truth and reality aside also, somehow, someway those ponderings will throw up a stumbling block and muddy honest/spontaneous action.
Once a revelation has been made, it exists, and to some degree or another, always or occasionally, it becomes a filter through which both parties view the other. What has been said never goes away. To open up and still stay the same is not possible, for better or worse things will be changed.
It is not about judgement, it is not about trust or the lack of it, it is not about repercussions or even about regret. It is about how one personally views that particular titbit of information, how one feels about it and the true reality of the other person's thoughts or interpretations does not play a very large role at all.
Having made one of these revelations, which in itself is easy enough to do; it begins to affect to some extent or another. Whenever we (we used lightly, likely just me) think of it, we are putting it out there so to speak, in thought if not in voice, and it thereby actively and directly becomes part of how we interpret the events of that moment.
It is quite possible to become lost therein. To constantly wonder. To act upon it, giving rise to a scenario where one utilizes the concept of 'the best offence is a good defence' or to use another cliché 'jumping the gun'. Voicing it oneself just in case the other person is thinking it, using that filter as an interpretation of a current event just in case the other person was. Yet, when they actually take the bait, it damned infuriating.
When I disclose, I catch myself wondering in very many of my interactions thereafter, if the other person is interpreting things I do or say light of it, whatever ‘it’ was. Whether they should do so in order to know me better is neither here nor there in that moment, knowing that they are privy to why I might do or say something and worse, that they may be misinterpreting something I do or say due thereto takes residence and often refuses to budge.
I used to begin pulling away instantly, with everyone, like a reflex.
Now, I stay, sometimes, with some people and ignore best I can all those rediculous little voices.
The real joke behind it all is that these previously well-guarded innermost parts are not anything other than real emotions, thoughts and feelings, the kind every other person has. Being used to hiding them however means it can be quite difficult, at least at first, to just throw them out and the more one person catches, the more tempting it becomes to succumb to ‘jumping the gun’.

Believe me, I know!

Don't ask me why, but on occasion, I get asked for advice. For better or worse, I give it. But if there is one thing that drives me crazy, it's when the same people ask the same questions time and again, agree in that moment with what I am saying, yet they never actually attempt to follow it. I shouldn't really blame them when nothing changes, afterall often enough I don't listen to me either. Knowing what to do and still not doing or being able to do it, is not only worse than not knowing what to do, but it's so excrutiatingly boring. For me as well as you.

Don't

I know the landscape
I know which way to go
Each time I do
I see nothing new
~
Don't, don't, that's what you say
Each time that I hold you this way
When I feel like this and I want to kiss you
Baby, don't say don't
Don't, don't leave my embrace
For here in my arms is your place
When the night grows cold and I want to hold you
Baby, don't say don't
If you think that this is just a game
I'm playing
If you think that I don't mean
Ev'ry word I'm saying
Don't, don't, don't feel that way
I'm your love and yours I will stay
This you can believe
I will never leave you
Heaven knows I won't
Baby, don't say don't
(Don't - by Elvis Presley)

My corner

:-) Saw this poster at Chai's place


The small print reads:
"PRODUCED BY AVERAGE PEOPLE WHO SEEM TO THINK THEIR LIVES ARE INTERESTING...."
:-)
And on that note,
a short picture film about the very small suburb of Copenhagen that is my home.

To view, follow the LINK & go to the top option,
the one entitled Film om Herlev (1:55)
and choose between tortoise, horse or (something green, presumably a frog, in a) rocket depending on the speed of your internet connection.





Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Oh, stuff it!!!

Here's yet another picture, until time and idea coincide.


Happy Wednesday!

Monday, May 15, 2006

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Cheating :-D

When time is limited, I prioritize reading posts over writing them (how could I not?!! with all the great talent around) and now I've figured this really neat little trick! :o)

Lifted this one from Petey
6 minutes of belly-aching giggles:
Evolution of Dance

(PS Don't worry about the Fu, Moanie Moanie comes to the rescue.)

Moving it down: Last one, promise

Lifted from Jerk of all Trades

37.5 %

My weblog owns 37.5 % of me.


Does your Webblog own you?

Friday, May 12, 2006

Moving it down: Midnight

You Are Midnight
You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Move it down: Summer in the City

Just over a month since we were covered in snow and ice,
spring seemed to come and go within little more than a fortnight.
There is only one way to describe the last 4 days:
SUMMER!!!

Saturday, May 06, 2006


Friday, May 05, 2006

Fruitcake :-)

Notice especially the tall guy in the blue shirt and jacket - what a bunch of fruitcakes, too funny!


There's a thought



Most of us, I think, would agree with this the moment the words are read, i.e. that there are some things we would attempt, if we knew for sure we could not fail. Really contemplating the above made me realize just how many things, I might have done, if there were guaranteed success.
Afterall, anything is achievable.
Yet with each new endeavour there is this risk involved. The risk of failure. But, rather than that being the main deterrent, it's seems much more likely to be good old-fashioned 'time' that is the real culprit, the one consideration that most often stops us in our tracks.
We've simply not the time to fail.
To start over and again time and again though surely we could, and so more often than not we stick to sure things and calculable risk at best and as such there may be experiences that we miss out on. And yet in the end it doesn't seem to matter much. If we needed it, really wanted it, we (mostly) did/would take the risk no matter how great. And willingly try again, if we failed. So really the question should be: What would you do, if a limited amount of time was no longer an issue?

Thursday, May 04, 2006

I am him

He was never mine
Both of us ghosts having made a choice
But not knowing what we did would lead us to where we are
I let him watch me -
Compensating for what was done and what was lacking
A scripted melodrama and a part of no great consequence
Offering only fleeting relief to those who will not remember it
Those, who never will find their own
So long as they believe
We are only ghosts

Found one


Oliver Reed

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Tagged - Fantasy Five

Challenged by Kyra to post my Fantasy Five, except it is seemingly impossible
to find a decent picture of
Oliver Reed amongst other equally delectable men,
so though not my top 5,
it's a very good 5, or to put it in another way,
none of these guys would have to run around my bed more than once!
~~~~~
John Corbett
~~~~~
Dennis Quaid
~~~~~
Ryan o'Neil (then)
~~~~~
Gary Dourdan
~~~~~
Robbie Williams
~~~~~
Tag - You're it!!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Shift

Somethings do stay the same and that can be nice too, comforting almost. People known for a lifetime, family, old friends, old neighbours, a little greyer but still the same. And being in a place, where everything is so very familiar and each person you meet knows exactly who you are, or at least who you once were, which is almost as good. Like going back, or coming home. Yet even when it seems as though little or nothing has changed in the time you've been gone, besides yourself, there has still been the inevitable passage of time, day followed day, and a shift in generation somehow occured so that you became your parents, they became theirs, and those little cherubs, who's noses needed wiping not long ago are towering overhead, on their third glass and engaging in lengthy debates about politics and the cost of dental care.

Why me?

"Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.

From the world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
'Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease?!'

To this Arthur Ashe replied:
The world over -- 50,000,000 children start playing tennis, 5,000,000 learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals...
When I was holding a cup I never asked 'Why me?'.
And today in pain I should not be asking 'Why me?' "