random and irrational

hey, i have had the greatest of times on buzznet. yes, me! those of you who have gotten to know me a bit better and have my email or phone number will continue to be able to contact me... but then, chances are that you are doing what you like doing, and we never know what tomorrow will bring. this is a fact, and perhaps the only reliable fact that we say about the future is that it is uncertain. not that uncertainty is a bad thing in any way... uncertainty provides for surprise, and surprise is something that we tend to like. the thing is that besides surprise of the good kind, there are also other kinds of surprises, those of the more unpleasant nature. life happens, we are born, we die.

at this point i would love to brag a bit, but you know... that will be for later, when i am dead.

oh man... have i been on a grand adventure. come to think of it, it just began.
yes, i have been busy, and i keep on being busy. i have wondered far and wide... and yes, los angeles, london, geneva, paris, tokyo... all of those places are on this map and then there are the places not on that map. fiction is being good to me, it is loving and spoiling me.

all right folks, here it is:

until further notice i have parked this blog and will not be posting pictures, videos or journal entries.

reason: i need a break, and as a matter of fact, i have not been uploading much to this site for some months now. it is not because of the problem that many are reporting with slow loading times for the pages. i am not here often enough to notice, and then i have a pretty high bandwidth on my side.

have fun, be merry, and i hope that buzznet soon gets their bandwidth and load problems solved.

alll things web 2.0 merry and wonderful, but when i am not being paid to create content, i do not see the need to stress myself about it. on the other hand, i like the idea of share and share alike, but there is so much wonderful content out there being created by so many wonderful people here and there, that frankly this all gets to be a bit too much for me...

love always, ask questions later.

it is like this, i have been busy. mostly i have been busy trying to get my feet to touch ground again. high as a kite does not quite describe the state of affairs.

since february i am blogging under my civial name. you know that one on the passport and that kind of thing, and fairly much neglecting the blogs running under the pseudonym, this one here is included in the latter category. sorry friends, my apologies and that sort of thing is really on the order of the day. i keep on being faithful to the "kitchen sink" since that is the one blog that i write with mostly my brother in mind. my brother and a few close friends and family are the ones on my mind when i write them posts for the kitchen sink... i like doing those. "fluage" is poetry most of the time, it is a lot of abstraction.

now, i do not link from here to the other blogs. i do like the protection that the pseudonym offers me, and it is also very likely that you may not even like what i write under another name. there i am both more non-personal and i do write about non-fiction topics and stuff that has to do with business and being a geek of sorts. if you are one of them real geeks, chances are that you may know me anyhow by the other name, if not, or if you want to know... ask. i will send you a link via email for your own use, but i will not publish it, and damn well expect you to not either!

this is one of the reasons for the low key picture and blogging activity. it could also be that i am damn lazy. your pick.

do not ask.

the month of may barely began and already it seems to be coming to an end...

my most daring dreams are absolutely simple. i want to keep on living and writing. i want to experience this world and its life, and for no reason or rhyme, i want to write about it...

come to think of it, march went by faster than anything i could have imagined. strange is that it is february that is the short month.

other than some unexpected last minute changes in travel plans, there is no major change from the schedule through the month of may. my new project has me rather busy and not talking or writing about it much.

although my love affair with photography keeps on going strong, i am not uploading much here or elsewhere right now. most of the photography that i have done recently has been for clients, and most restricted to portrait photography. it has been really nice to see my work appear on the front cover of a publication. yes, this is the place to brag about it! as a general rule i do not otherwise publish the photos that i take for a client. however i will try to beam up a few more pictures. for some odd reason the ones that i did beam up using my mobile phone did not get here. perhpas some things have changed in the way buzznet operates, and i have not noticed it.

so, it is raining outside, and just when i thought that i knew how things would be shaping up in the next few weeks, a new surprise announces itself.

i am back with full internet access again, however i am totally immersed in work, some of it rather urgent. all is well on this side of paradise.

promise to keep me busy, very busy!

16-18 february: in italy

24 april to march 6: most likely out of communication with the whole of civilisation

15-22 april: in france

24 april to 8 may: in portugal

25 - 28 may: out of communication

meanwhile, feel free to see what kind of noise i do put out here:

http://intutum.suprglu.com/

it is great to get comments. i will answer soemtimes...

what am i up to?

i could say: the usual.

writing, breathing, sleeping, eating, aikido, and zazen. in between i also write a few invoices and pay some of the bills, and do a bit of politics. you know, the usual. still the next few weeks and months are packed with work and that thing that i call my life. a bit of travel is in the program once more.

i will keep on blogging with a more intimate and personal note in the "kitchen sink" on blogger, and i will continue to ignore political correctness in "random democratic parallax."

there are a lot of plans on the drawing board and i do not know which ones will actually gel and firm. as dreams turn into realities, i will keep on posting and bragging about it.

for some odd wicked  reason, i just discovered that this buzznet thing has improved a great deal since i started my own adventure right here, long long ago, in march 2004.

i like blogging and i like to do it with pictures sometimes... pervert, that i am!

buzznet has however a feel to it that makes me want to use damn strong language, so i do get the likes of sidsars and his verbiage decongestion right here, now and immediately.

so, now that i have a dozen or so blogs scattered throughout the Blogosphere, what the fuck am i going to do with one more?

but then today i also discovered that virgin radio on iTunes is pretty much to my liking, although i could do without the bloody adverts. i like the music, it reminds me of everything that i associate with having had my office on Picadilly and makes me feel much less of a language exiled freaked colonialist.

so, what am i going to write here?

stay tuned. what i will not do is to repost my other posts as i did this morning. that was just a test and a mild introduction to my prose.

hey marc... the interface sort of sucks. can i use ecto to post on this journal bit? you know, i love ecto.

also posted in kitchen sink

i woke up at 6 in the morning on the couch with the diaries of Paul Klee (1898-1918) resting on my stomach, reading glasses still on. after being out with the boys last night drinking, smoking and eating, i came home overstuffed in every sense of the word. poured myself a fernet-branca that i promptly proceeded to spill both on my sweater and Paul Klee's Tagebücher. the book i had just bought yesterday while on a stroll to catch a few rays of sun that took me over to the Zentrum Paul Klee for a coffee and a few lines of notes.

frenet-branca is medicine in my cabinet, and after having devoured a huge steak, drunk a few biers, and smoked a cigar... really, the whole of my 55 kilos were overwhelmed! still, there is nothing like a book that i absolutely want to read to bring me back home early. that is, sort of early, a bit before midnight. it snowed last night, and by the time i returned home the town as very silent and wrapped up in a ten centimeter thick snow blanket. i love this snow silence, it does away with the grayness of the winter, and it brings in a cold warmth that is everything of a contradiction, it is pure and simple pleasure, the ones that i thrive in.

the bitters ought and it seems that they do help the digestion of all that animal protein, but the concoction is also rather high in alcohol. in spite of all of this, i must have read over 30 pages before i dozed off, exhausted and satisfied. i have developed a fascination with journals, in particular, artist's journals. Paul Klee is however my latest discovery, and as a writer i am always fascinated by the bits and pieces that make up character. having myself started with painting and drawing at the same time that i started writing, i do maintain a fascination for the image world and am slowly giving in to my absolute need to draw, and to use color. bit by bit, i am putting my life back together. it is a bit like de-fragmenting an hard disc, it is necessary maintenance.

around 8 in the evening when i went to join my colleagues on our friday night weekly round table at one of the most uncool restaurants near the university, i took the trolley bus. it is rather convening that the line that goes by here is the same one that goes to the university, so i enter the bus and somehow get myself totally lost in my own thoughts, and when the bus stops at the train station i do not even look around. the bus drives on and goes past the intersection where it would have turned right to head up the hill to the university. when i realized this i got up and walked up to the driver and notice that i am the only passenger in the said trolley bus. feeling like a totally absent minded idiot, i smile at the bus driver, and remark on the fact that i have failed to get out at the main train station. he tells me that there had been an announcement on the loudspeakers, i heard nothing, saw nothing. this is how loud the engines inside my head do run. he stopped at the next station just past the intersection, and i walked up the two stations to the university instead of waiting the 7 minutes until the next bus up the hill. already then it was snowing, and already then there was this snow white silence in the deserted streets. it was the kind of picture that you want to put on xmas cards: white, idyllic, pastoral even.

at our very uncool watering whole, the one pizzeria without a restaurant website, and where the restaurant owners also are the waiters, we tend to discuss all and everything, especially we are to be counted on for exchanging technology war stories. yesterday we were on to testing the "MMS" capabilities of our mobile phones... nothing that i will ever go into any detail.

for some reason, here i am today looking back at yesterday and in absolute need of yet another coffee. i have no plans for today other than the plans i had yesterday. besides i have a few books to read and a few books to write, and a whole lot of rubbish to throw overboard.

i may log my very own complaints every once in a while, here and there. in the whole, all is going as it ought to be going. i remain one lucky, happy bitch.