Saturday, January 02, 2010
this, i gotta have...
the last book that i finished in 2009 was a dark and darkly comic memoir nothing to be frightened of by julian barnes and as the last minutes of 2009 ticked away i was reading william darlymple's city of djinns: a year in delhi. both incidently are about death and decay. the former a personal decay and the later a city.
it is perhaps fitting that you end a year with books about decay . this is not to say that they are all melancholy and sadness as both have comic moments. although both books' leit motif is decay they were very funny in their own ways.
an example from julian barnes:
Renard recorded in his Journal the death of Tolouse-Lautrec. The painter's father , a known eccentric , came to visit his son and instead of concerning himself with the patient immediately started trying to catch the flies circulating in the sick room. The painter, from his bed, remarked, 'You stupid old bugger', then fell back and died.
and here from william dalrymple's city of jinns.
Ibn Batutta had few expectations of India. The Hindus, he knew, at least refrained from eating pigs (unlike the Chinese or the disgusting Christians of Byzantium), but he had heard that they had other habits the very thought of which made him swoon. "The Hindus venerate oxen' he wrote, 'and it is said that they actually drink the oxen's urine when they fall sick.' Later, on witnessing a sati (the immolation of a Hindu widow) , Ibn Batutta was so shocked he nearly fell off his camel.
and in city of djinns: a year in delhi mr dalrymple mentioned a novel Twilight in Delhi by Ahmed Ali. and commented that the brilliance of this book was immediately recognized by both E.M Forster and Virginia Woolf.
again. from the city of Djinns:
Twillight in Delhi is not only a very fine novel , it is also an irreplaceable record of the vanished life and culture of pre-war Delhi.
mr dalrymple was impressed enough to go and seek the author who was still living in karachi at the time , an angry beaten old man. and i will be travelling to delhi again in february and i would certainly go and look for this book. i usually never like book recommendations by anybody but books mentioned in books that you like always pique my interest. and this i gotta have. for one thing india to me is one of the most fascinating countries in the world and there's nothing better to get my islamic extremist blood boiling than visiting all those mughal tombs and buildings in delhi and agra, still mejestic and proud looking although a mere shell of their former glory.
it is perhaps fitting that you end a year with books about decay . this is not to say that they are all melancholy and sadness as both have comic moments. although both books' leit motif is decay they were very funny in their own ways.
an example from julian barnes:
Renard recorded in his Journal the death of Tolouse-Lautrec. The painter's father , a known eccentric , came to visit his son and instead of concerning himself with the patient immediately started trying to catch the flies circulating in the sick room. The painter, from his bed, remarked, 'You stupid old bugger', then fell back and died.
and here from william dalrymple's city of jinns.
Ibn Batutta had few expectations of India. The Hindus, he knew, at least refrained from eating pigs (unlike the Chinese or the disgusting Christians of Byzantium), but he had heard that they had other habits the very thought of which made him swoon. "The Hindus venerate oxen' he wrote, 'and it is said that they actually drink the oxen's urine when they fall sick.' Later, on witnessing a sati (the immolation of a Hindu widow) , Ibn Batutta was so shocked he nearly fell off his camel.
and in city of djinns: a year in delhi mr dalrymple mentioned a novel Twilight in Delhi by Ahmed Ali. and commented that the brilliance of this book was immediately recognized by both E.M Forster and Virginia Woolf.
again. from the city of Djinns:
Twillight in Delhi is not only a very fine novel , it is also an irreplaceable record of the vanished life and culture of pre-war Delhi.
mr dalrymple was impressed enough to go and seek the author who was still living in karachi at the time , an angry beaten old man. and i will be travelling to delhi again in february and i would certainly go and look for this book. i usually never like book recommendations by anybody but books mentioned in books that you like always pique my interest. and this i gotta have. for one thing india to me is one of the most fascinating countries in the world and there's nothing better to get my islamic extremist blood boiling than visiting all those mughal tombs and buildings in delhi and agra, still mejestic and proud looking although a mere shell of their former glory.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
soldier of love
I've lost the use of my heart
But I'm still alive
Still looking for the life
The endless pool on the other side
It's a wild wild west
I'm doing my best
I'm at the borderline of my faith,
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
In the frontline of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive…..
from sade's great new song Soldier of love...
But I'm still alive
Still looking for the life
The endless pool on the other side
It's a wild wild west
I'm doing my best
I'm at the borderline of my faith,
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
In the frontline of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive…..
from sade's great new song Soldier of love...
Thursday, December 10, 2009
books for guidance
no, this is not about all those shitty motivational books by the like of fucking deepak chopra or that lateral thinking asshole guy...i hate these kinds of books and i hate those fuckers that read them more. in fact come to think of it i hate everything in this world apart from sex and money of course. and beautiful animals and trees...and books and paintings...shit come to think of it i don't mind this world at all....when i'm not thinking too much about my fellow humans ....
i read somewhere , oh yes i remember now, in the new yorker book of business cartoons. there's one very nice cartoon i like. the caption is the truest thing in the world. it says. money is the report card of life. gets me mad as hell to think that those corrupt bastards in politics get a distinction in their life report card . i'd be happy just to get a strong credit. C+ say. oh i'm not complaining. i do get by. the thing is not to look up too much but to look down at the poor sods that are below you. there are millions of them. may be billions. looking up make one envious and mad but looking down has it's own drawback too. it makes you depressed.
i was having this lunch by myself today and this nice honest looking chinese guy may be in his forties came in. he wore presentable clothes and with a tie on (god, i hate fucking ties and what i hate more is fuckers who wear ties in this hot climate. these fuckers are dumb.) and he was carrying two leather brief cases and one big black garbage bag full of leather goods. he was trying to hawk leather belts and wallets it gets me depressed as hell. i mean this guy is presentable enough . why does he abase himself by going round in restaurants trying to sell this stuff and achieving nothing apart from annoying people who want to have a quiet meal? if i want to have these stuff i'd go to petaling street and buy all those fucking fake guccis or whatever. this poor guy doesn't even know the most basic marketing strategy. you just don't fuck around when people are eating their noodles. that's another good philosophy to get you by in this world.
what makes me depressed as hell is that he's trying to make an HONEST living. but he's not doing it right. he could have done so many other things apart from fucking around in restaurants while people are eating. and if you want to take it in a broader sense this also applies to all those who ring your door bells at home trying to sell fucking water purifiers and all that sort of shits. and all the rest of intruders and touts and spams. they are all the same. they shove things up your nose and i hate this kind or marketing strategy.
i'm not sure if that poor chinese guy was influenced in any way by all those motivational books . who knows i won't put it past those asshole authors to cook up all kinds of demented "can do" ideas in all those books and some credulous folks just gobble 'em up line hook and sinker as the saying goes. i never read any of these books so i may be wrong.
but that does not mean that i don't find some good advise and guidance from the kind of books that i read. more often than not these 'gems' come to you unasked and in unexpected ways. take the three books that are currently in my office. all three are books that you can pick up and read at any page in any order and you may sometimes find some basic truth and 'guidance' from there.i stack them in this order. at the bottom is the giant book of dirty jokes. There isn't much gems in it, in fact it's full of dross and mostly the jokes are gross. but you do find some good philosophical ones like this one: A divorcee took an office job and said. "I hope I'll find sexual harassment on the job". or this;
Two kids were having an argument about whose farther could beat up whose father.
One boy said, "My father is better than your father."
The other kid said, "Well, my mother is better than your mother."
The first boy paused, "I guess you're right. My father says the same thing."
and on top of this joke bible i put the modern day bible. It's The Dilbert Future: Thriving on Stupidity in the 21st Century. unlike the giant book of dirty jokes, this book is full of good advise and a very valuable guidance to navigate our modern and complex world. despite myself, i immensely benefit from it. Take this prediction #31 which is coming into reality as we speak(or blog) now. Note that this book was written way back in 1997 (published under Harper Business :A dicivion of Harper Collins Publishers no less).
Prediction no. # 31 states;
in the future skilled professionals will flee their corporate jobs and become their own bosses in ever icreasing numbers. They'll become entrepreneurs, consultants, contractors, prostitutes, and cartoonists.
well, that 'future' is now.
and the book on the top of the stack is The Meaning of The Glorious Koran - An explanatory translation by Marmaduke Pickthall. this is a very battered and dog eared well thumbed 'bible' that i got as a present from a fellow student friend a long long time ago. he is now a vice chancellor of one of the most wellknown local universities . for the non muslims and those muslims who are ignorant of the qur'an , let me say this. the Quran is a grim fire and brimstone 'bible' full of admonitions and exhortations. Mostly very logical and 'doable' for the practising muslims but right bloody difficult to adhere to for those muslim bastards who think they know better. every page has something useful or interesting things in it .
take this for example:
And lo! in the love of wealth he is violent. (surah al-Aadiyat verse 8)
or this.
Rivalry in the worldly increase distracteth you, until you come to the graves...(surah At-Takathur ; verses 1-2.)
fair enough. looks like human has been behaving exactly the same since more than fifteen hundred years ago.
i read somewhere , oh yes i remember now, in the new yorker book of business cartoons. there's one very nice cartoon i like. the caption is the truest thing in the world. it says. money is the report card of life. gets me mad as hell to think that those corrupt bastards in politics get a distinction in their life report card . i'd be happy just to get a strong credit. C+ say. oh i'm not complaining. i do get by. the thing is not to look up too much but to look down at the poor sods that are below you. there are millions of them. may be billions. looking up make one envious and mad but looking down has it's own drawback too. it makes you depressed.
i was having this lunch by myself today and this nice honest looking chinese guy may be in his forties came in. he wore presentable clothes and with a tie on (god, i hate fucking ties and what i hate more is fuckers who wear ties in this hot climate. these fuckers are dumb.) and he was carrying two leather brief cases and one big black garbage bag full of leather goods. he was trying to hawk leather belts and wallets it gets me depressed as hell. i mean this guy is presentable enough . why does he abase himself by going round in restaurants trying to sell this stuff and achieving nothing apart from annoying people who want to have a quiet meal? if i want to have these stuff i'd go to petaling street and buy all those fucking fake guccis or whatever. this poor guy doesn't even know the most basic marketing strategy. you just don't fuck around when people are eating their noodles. that's another good philosophy to get you by in this world.
what makes me depressed as hell is that he's trying to make an HONEST living. but he's not doing it right. he could have done so many other things apart from fucking around in restaurants while people are eating. and if you want to take it in a broader sense this also applies to all those who ring your door bells at home trying to sell fucking water purifiers and all that sort of shits. and all the rest of intruders and touts and spams. they are all the same. they shove things up your nose and i hate this kind or marketing strategy.
i'm not sure if that poor chinese guy was influenced in any way by all those motivational books . who knows i won't put it past those asshole authors to cook up all kinds of demented "can do" ideas in all those books and some credulous folks just gobble 'em up line hook and sinker as the saying goes. i never read any of these books so i may be wrong.
but that does not mean that i don't find some good advise and guidance from the kind of books that i read. more often than not these 'gems' come to you unasked and in unexpected ways. take the three books that are currently in my office. all three are books that you can pick up and read at any page in any order and you may sometimes find some basic truth and 'guidance' from there.i stack them in this order. at the bottom is the giant book of dirty jokes. There isn't much gems in it, in fact it's full of dross and mostly the jokes are gross. but you do find some good philosophical ones like this one: A divorcee took an office job and said. "I hope I'll find sexual harassment on the job". or this;
Two kids were having an argument about whose farther could beat up whose father.
One boy said, "My father is better than your father."
The other kid said, "Well, my mother is better than your mother."
The first boy paused, "I guess you're right. My father says the same thing."
and on top of this joke bible i put the modern day bible. It's The Dilbert Future: Thriving on Stupidity in the 21st Century. unlike the giant book of dirty jokes, this book is full of good advise and a very valuable guidance to navigate our modern and complex world. despite myself, i immensely benefit from it. Take this prediction #31 which is coming into reality as we speak(or blog) now. Note that this book was written way back in 1997 (published under Harper Business :A dicivion of Harper Collins Publishers no less).
Prediction no. # 31 states;
in the future skilled professionals will flee their corporate jobs and become their own bosses in ever icreasing numbers. They'll become entrepreneurs, consultants, contractors, prostitutes, and cartoonists.
well, that 'future' is now.
and the book on the top of the stack is The Meaning of The Glorious Koran - An explanatory translation by Marmaduke Pickthall. this is a very battered and dog eared well thumbed 'bible' that i got as a present from a fellow student friend a long long time ago. he is now a vice chancellor of one of the most wellknown local universities . for the non muslims and those muslims who are ignorant of the qur'an , let me say this. the Quran is a grim fire and brimstone 'bible' full of admonitions and exhortations. Mostly very logical and 'doable' for the practising muslims but right bloody difficult to adhere to for those muslim bastards who think they know better. every page has something useful or interesting things in it .
take this for example:
And lo! in the love of wealth he is violent. (surah al-Aadiyat verse 8)
or this.
Rivalry in the worldly increase distracteth you, until you come to the graves...(surah At-Takathur ; verses 1-2.)
fair enough. looks like human has been behaving exactly the same since more than fifteen hundred years ago.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
the scale of things
recently i asked a vietnamese friend how happy he is on a scale of zero to ten. zero being a state of total unhappiness and ten the opposite. and he mentioned eight. that is a very high number to me and i'm rather surprised a vietnamese can have such a high level of happiness. i guess they don't give much truck to freedom of expression and all that and couldn't care less how the country is run as long as they can have enough personal freedom to get what they want.
and he basically gets what he want which is chiefly- like most people in the rest of the world want -enough money and enough sex. and in vietnam sex isn't too much of a problem as long as you have enough money. the goat has at least two young mistresses less than half his age that i know of and he just bought a usd220,000 house which he paid for in cash(!) . the house looks terribly crappy to me but it is in disctrict 3 of saigon which is the second most expensive district after district 1 so he is happy. it's the location man, he says.
but here's the thing. it always make me wonder what can make human truly happy. it could be that this vietnamese guy probably say his level of happiness is eight out of ten because i asked this question when he had just bonked one of his young ladies and she was sleeping on his lap (we were in a taxi out of tra vinh) but i've seen him looking gloomy at other times. on a different trip with him he mentioned that he just had a 'big war' with his wife. i should've asked what his level of happiness then.
but when all is said and done there's probably nothing much that can be done. one day you're happy and the next you may not. happiness is just a state of mind and there are infinite ways how one try to achieve this. the problem is to maintain this fucking state of mind. i do try. and when i think about it, the reason why i keep on accumulating books which is growing at quite an alarming rate is just to keep my state of mind at a level of at least say six and above.like most people who are bibliobibuli i read books purely for pleasure (for happiness). does it work? yes and no.
and he basically gets what he want which is chiefly- like most people in the rest of the world want -enough money and enough sex. and in vietnam sex isn't too much of a problem as long as you have enough money. the goat has at least two young mistresses less than half his age that i know of and he just bought a usd220,000 house which he paid for in cash(!) . the house looks terribly crappy to me but it is in disctrict 3 of saigon which is the second most expensive district after district 1 so he is happy. it's the location man, he says.
but here's the thing. it always make me wonder what can make human truly happy. it could be that this vietnamese guy probably say his level of happiness is eight out of ten because i asked this question when he had just bonked one of his young ladies and she was sleeping on his lap (we were in a taxi out of tra vinh) but i've seen him looking gloomy at other times. on a different trip with him he mentioned that he just had a 'big war' with his wife. i should've asked what his level of happiness then.
but when all is said and done there's probably nothing much that can be done. one day you're happy and the next you may not. happiness is just a state of mind and there are infinite ways how one try to achieve this. the problem is to maintain this fucking state of mind. i do try. and when i think about it, the reason why i keep on accumulating books which is growing at quite an alarming rate is just to keep my state of mind at a level of at least say six and above.like most people who are bibliobibuli i read books purely for pleasure (for happiness). does it work? yes and no.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
the love bug
one thing i noticed about the classified column in my favorite magazine the spectator is that all the people advertising for friendship and love are mostly in their fifties and without exception above 40. and to be fair, they are also looking for mates in their age group so i guess these are genuine loners looking for genuine relationship , long term or other wise.
and it also mirrors the demographic of the spectator readers who are of older age group or those younger ones with sufficiently mature brain cells to understand the spectator humor. and the love bug column where these old geezers are pining for their soul mates are a lot more fun to read than those in most other magazines or newspapers . not that i make a habit of reading these kinds of columns but sometimes you do find some surprises there.
take this lady for instance. this is what she wrote;
Stunning , extremely elegant city professional lady, 60. I have everything and yet nothing without someone to share with....
how on earth can a lady of 60 be stunning is quite beyond me. and i'm referring to physical beauty. elegant may be but stunning? in my book a girl of 18 or twenty can be stunning without trying, even if she doesn't wish to be so but try as you might once you're past say 45 sorry ladies.... try philosophy or something for happiness. physical beauty is for the young ones.
as expected men are much better at this kind of games. some of them are probably quite honest. one reads Unattractive, miserable old man, with no interest what so ever. Needs to meet desperate slimish , attractive lady 50+ who has an unrealistic expectation.
i expect he would he get an avaalanche of calls. and i like this one best
Tall, bald ugly dentist, would like to meet tall interesting , intelligent woman for dates and so on.
that just about correctly describes most dentists but that's life. not everybody is brad pitt. just a fact of life. but all the same i just wonder why do people need to go this far to find love and sex?
and it also mirrors the demographic of the spectator readers who are of older age group or those younger ones with sufficiently mature brain cells to understand the spectator humor. and the love bug column where these old geezers are pining for their soul mates are a lot more fun to read than those in most other magazines or newspapers . not that i make a habit of reading these kinds of columns but sometimes you do find some surprises there.
take this lady for instance. this is what she wrote;
Stunning , extremely elegant city professional lady, 60. I have everything and yet nothing without someone to share with....
how on earth can a lady of 60 be stunning is quite beyond me. and i'm referring to physical beauty. elegant may be but stunning? in my book a girl of 18 or twenty can be stunning without trying, even if she doesn't wish to be so but try as you might once you're past say 45 sorry ladies.... try philosophy or something for happiness. physical beauty is for the young ones.
as expected men are much better at this kind of games. some of them are probably quite honest. one reads Unattractive, miserable old man, with no interest what so ever. Needs to meet desperate slimish , attractive lady 50+ who has an unrealistic expectation.
i expect he would he get an avaalanche of calls. and i like this one best
Tall, bald ugly dentist, would like to meet tall interesting , intelligent woman for dates and so on.
that just about correctly describes most dentists but that's life. not everybody is brad pitt. just a fact of life. but all the same i just wonder why do people need to go this far to find love and sex?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
culling books
the other day as i usually do, i picked up a book at random but this time not from those nicely lined in book racks of my three thousand or so books in my personal library (and still expanding) but from the stacks of books under my bed which are waiting to be put in their proper place on book racks which i couldn't because they are now full and turned out this book is other colours ,a collection of 'essays and a story' by orhan pamuk.
i came to orhan pamuk rather late and i must thank one 'pessoa' who first made me aware of this writer several years back. i very rarely care for book recommendations from anybody until i 'met' pessoa in one book forum. we had a fight over something and i challenged him to name some of his favorite books and much to my delight he came up with a list of about fifty or so books about 40% of which were completely unknown to me -at that time. the reason why i asked him to name his favorite books is simply because i will know immediately if he's a good reader or not by the list of books he considers his favorite.this is the easiest way to find out if someone is an idiot. the fact that he used pessoa as his 'avatar' after fernando pessoa which at that time was also unfimilar to me indicated that he is a very well read man and a book addict.
and you can't find a more book obsessed person than orhan pamuk. i once read somewhere that he would feel literally sick if he is kept away from his reading and writing. for those of us who are unfortunately inflicted with the curse of inordinate love for books and have become book addicts, one of the chief worries is what to do with all the books we keep on collecting although knowing full well that we'll never ever going to read most of them in this lifetime. and it was a pleasant surprise to find one of the essays in orhan pamuk's other colours is "How i got rid of some of my books" and unlike my usual approach to reading -for pleasure- i approached this article as some of us would read all those 'book for dummies', namely to find solutions to our particular problem.
but in the end i get nothing of the kind out of it. the essay is what one would expect from orhan pamuk. a very interesting and meandering thoughts about favorite writers and his love of books. he would never write anything remotely pedestrian like all those boring DIY articles in book for dummies but he did mention that he managed in the end to dispose a laughable 250 books (out of twelve thousands in his library!) . and i find it very funny that those he considered unfit for his library are those books as he put it in the last sentence of the essay
This is how my Turkish literature shelves are quickly losing works by half-witted, mediocre, moderately successful, bald, male degenerate writers between the ages of fifty and seventy.
i came to orhan pamuk rather late and i must thank one 'pessoa' who first made me aware of this writer several years back. i very rarely care for book recommendations from anybody until i 'met' pessoa in one book forum. we had a fight over something and i challenged him to name some of his favorite books and much to my delight he came up with a list of about fifty or so books about 40% of which were completely unknown to me -at that time. the reason why i asked him to name his favorite books is simply because i will know immediately if he's a good reader or not by the list of books he considers his favorite.this is the easiest way to find out if someone is an idiot. the fact that he used pessoa as his 'avatar' after fernando pessoa which at that time was also unfimilar to me indicated that he is a very well read man and a book addict.
and you can't find a more book obsessed person than orhan pamuk. i once read somewhere that he would feel literally sick if he is kept away from his reading and writing. for those of us who are unfortunately inflicted with the curse of inordinate love for books and have become book addicts, one of the chief worries is what to do with all the books we keep on collecting although knowing full well that we'll never ever going to read most of them in this lifetime. and it was a pleasant surprise to find one of the essays in orhan pamuk's other colours is "How i got rid of some of my books" and unlike my usual approach to reading -for pleasure- i approached this article as some of us would read all those 'book for dummies', namely to find solutions to our particular problem.
but in the end i get nothing of the kind out of it. the essay is what one would expect from orhan pamuk. a very interesting and meandering thoughts about favorite writers and his love of books. he would never write anything remotely pedestrian like all those boring DIY articles in book for dummies but he did mention that he managed in the end to dispose a laughable 250 books (out of twelve thousands in his library!) . and i find it very funny that those he considered unfit for his library are those books as he put it in the last sentence of the essay
This is how my Turkish literature shelves are quickly losing works by half-witted, mediocre, moderately successful, bald, male degenerate writers between the ages of fifty and seventy.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
i had a dream....
what a strange dream! it's quite atypical of my normal dreams of girls -who are not my wife- having all sort of shenanigans with me and what is worse is the dream was in english... a sure sign that i'm turning into one of my most hated creatures...the wog! oh what a dream! and it was not 'i had a dream' kind of that most famous black man on earth (and who recently slipped down to the second- after barack obama) who was shot dead for his idealistic dream...no, mine is a whole lot down to earth, mundane but disturbing to me none the less.
they say your dreams reflect your collective inner subconscious concerns and desires. and some say it merely depends on what you ate the night before, or because you don't wash your feet before you go to bed or some religious nuts would say because satan piss in your ears...
but let's see. what was the last food i ate last night?. Pineapple. doesn't seem to explain the dream. did i wash my feet before i go to sleep? my feet are always clean. i wear flip flop slippers in the house and i don't go walking barefoot anywhere and sometimes wash them before coming out of the toilet...so i can consider that yes, effectively i washed my feet.
did satan piss in my ears? my wife always read passages of the Quran before she drops off beside me and although the Quran is not my bed time read i consider i was close enough to the holy book so i assume satan won't be hanging around near me. so, no satan urine in my ear.
and that remains the last thing. my subconscious desires and concerns. i'm a normal man. my normal aim in life is just like all of us... sex drug and rock and roll...or variations there of. the last thing i did before i went to sleep last night was to watch the late and great gore vidal on you tube . and read APOLLO magazine (Oct 2008) article on Prince Hans-Adams II of Liechstentein art collections which is considered to be one of the world's gtreatest private art collection. all these have absolutely nothing to do with the dream.
so there's one thing left that can explain it. it's the office work! like most of us poor salarymen, we bring our office worries to bed. but i always take a cavalier attitude towards office work. my motto is do your best but fuck them if they don't turn out the best. but the funny thing is i don't have any worry ith my office work. i could do them in my sleep!...hey that's proably the answer!
i dreamt of being tasked to chair a multi agency multinational meeting on a topic which i was absolutely unprepared for. we came to this office and led to a meeting room which had a BED in it. as some of the members arrived one or two tried the bed reclining or sitting on it. and all the participants in the meeting were WOMEN. some were quite beautiful and many were CHINESE. i was very flustered because i didn't know any of these women and i didn't know what the agenda was and no knowledge or experience on the topic at hand. and instead of documents and files i only brought a PILLOW to the meeting....
they say your dreams reflect your collective inner subconscious concerns and desires. and some say it merely depends on what you ate the night before, or because you don't wash your feet before you go to bed or some religious nuts would say because satan piss in your ears...
but let's see. what was the last food i ate last night?. Pineapple. doesn't seem to explain the dream. did i wash my feet before i go to sleep? my feet are always clean. i wear flip flop slippers in the house and i don't go walking barefoot anywhere and sometimes wash them before coming out of the toilet...so i can consider that yes, effectively i washed my feet.
did satan piss in my ears? my wife always read passages of the Quran before she drops off beside me and although the Quran is not my bed time read i consider i was close enough to the holy book so i assume satan won't be hanging around near me. so, no satan urine in my ear.
and that remains the last thing. my subconscious desires and concerns. i'm a normal man. my normal aim in life is just like all of us... sex drug and rock and roll...or variations there of. the last thing i did before i went to sleep last night was to watch the late and great gore vidal on you tube . and read APOLLO magazine (Oct 2008) article on Prince Hans-Adams II of Liechstentein art collections which is considered to be one of the world's gtreatest private art collection. all these have absolutely nothing to do with the dream.
so there's one thing left that can explain it. it's the office work! like most of us poor salarymen, we bring our office worries to bed. but i always take a cavalier attitude towards office work. my motto is do your best but fuck them if they don't turn out the best. but the funny thing is i don't have any worry ith my office work. i could do them in my sleep!...hey that's proably the answer!
i dreamt of being tasked to chair a multi agency multinational meeting on a topic which i was absolutely unprepared for. we came to this office and led to a meeting room which had a BED in it. as some of the members arrived one or two tried the bed reclining or sitting on it. and all the participants in the meeting were WOMEN. some were quite beautiful and many were CHINESE. i was very flustered because i didn't know any of these women and i didn't know what the agenda was and no knowledge or experience on the topic at hand. and instead of documents and files i only brought a PILLOW to the meeting....
