random fact

i dream in code. this time it is php and variants of html. i organise my dream sequences, using CSS. i wake up with a New paragraph (<span></span>) aargh. Advertisements

unwriting

this christmas was/is a white and unseasoned season. maybe even bitter, although it does not feel so. it does not feel like anything, really. the snow is crisp. the cold is timely. the moon pours blue light over the silent(ish) city. the room temperature is adequate. when i am not working, doing something practical, i…

a coffee cup of eternity

the froth on the coffee goes up, then slowly diminishes, as we trade cookies, and looks, and tidbits of very usual lives. some sugar, no cream, and have you heard of so-and-so, remember him from the way back. did you know he was dead? then share a meaningful silence, shake heads and coffee spoons, breathe…

funeral coffee

the kitchen is ever dark, and cold, and cave-like, and sombre. starting the fire, on gas or in the cooking range. the quiet determinism of those present in the house for the morning. the smell of sadness, the unspoken collectiveness of all people waiting. the setting-up of the pots, the pouring of water, the measuring…

the urban myth about comparison

so, here is the myth: if one gets a headache, then the best cure is to break a finger: the headache will stop immediately. or be forgotten. or something like that. well, i have to say, from empiric, personal experience data – this does not work. i got the headache today in the morning. the…

the perfect suspense and antithesis

one of my all-time favourite writers, Douglas Adams, explained the essential existential things succinctly, thus: “We are the ones who will hear,” said Phouchg, “the answer to the great question of Life …!” “The Universe …!” said Loonquawl. “And Everything …!” “Shhh,” said Loonquawl with a slight gesture, “I think Deep Thought is preparing to…

the invisible life of the academic jungle

the university is a very many-sided and complex institution. it reminds of a jungle with plenty of species and life-forms that interact in intricate patterns. so i tried to write some of them down here. just in case. (yes, this week has been quite hectic and totally exhausting, and i need some nonsense to cheer…

that’s it

the gulls are talking to me again – in the morning, and in the stillness of night. the gulls talk to me again through the darkness. they talk so much, they talk inside, they make my essence flow through yours, they make us both go into faraway dreams. the gulls are talking to me again,…

zeitgeist, in a peculiar fashion

when you apologise to sign-posts for bumping into them while walking and reading a book on your mobile device; when you try to unlock your office with your flat keys; when instead of ‘yes’, you say ‘acceptable’; when you set deadline instead of alarm on your clock; when essays are measured in kilograms, not in…

just a song

today, accidentally, i stumbled across this (see below). the accident was caused by a discussion of the meaning of the word combination “aloha ‘oe”, which, it turns out, can mean plenty of things. i liked the story of the song , too.

a letter

dear god, i am only a poet in a world of too many words. thank you for listening to my silences. faithfully yours, me Posted by Wordmobi

empty subroutines

how come that people use questions like “how is [person’s name here]?” without actually wanting to hear the answer, to relate to the subject? has this, too, become an empty phrase in english – like “how are you?” and “take care”, and “i’m afraid, i’m busy”? if you ask me, it is better to indicate…