me.... carrying half a wild boar, after hunting it down, with the sole aid of a dog, a machete, some rope and the tarzan of brazil; and yes, i did stick the knife in it, and cut it's guts out...
the pantanal, brazil - 1997

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Doctor Who:
"Logic merely enables one to be wrong with authority."

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this time of year

this time of year
this time of dreary year
this time of dark, dreary year
this time of depressingly, dark, dreary year
this time of repetitively depressing, dark, dreary year
this time of unconditionaly, repetitively depressing, dark, dreary year
this time of year

it makes me smile
a smile profound
i found right here
this time of year

it makes me dream
a dream come true
i dream of love
this time of year

it makes me unreal
a strange unreal
far removed
from this time of year

it makes me me
a me that's free
i finally see
it this timeof year

I can smile at the world, see the good it, realize the potential, stop, sit down, relax. I can revel in the dreams that are mine alone, and those i can share here. i can live through the written word, the spoken, and the felt. i am, now, here, in truth excessively so. i live, choose, look back, think about the future, choose again, and i know now that the only bad choice in life is not choosing.

another week-end of going out, of relaxing, and of work. nothing distinguishing there. friday night was culture night in copenhagen, a completely failed attempt at a framework for some unusual cultural events in the copenhagen night. the result: a large number of open museums, and church services, almost the entire night. all the interesting things being so crowded that any potential enthusiasm was quickly killed.

in retrospect a couple of pints in a pub might have been a a better investment.

saturday a football game. a unspeakable horror of danish football, when denmark beat themselves, in the process giving a welsh team of 3rd division amateurs the victory, on a night when being dansih and a footie fan combined into a sort of embarassing silence. at least i got the tickets for free...

and at least i expect redemption when arsenal, the team of teams kicks rear end at wembley on wednesday (10 days time), a game to which i luckily have tickets, matching those plane tickets that will hopefully take me on a succesful fall drinking-spree in london. for therapeutic purposes, of course.

apart from that i have been spending an unporportionately large time-slice (even for me) thinking about me, what i want, specifically in the region of jobs. you know, sort of criteria-listing in orderr to find the next job...

i mean, it's reasonably short-term planning, because once my knee gets back in order is when the real plans start unfolding. there are still a million things i really want to do, places to go, things to try out.

but a quality of life decision has been to accept the state of my knee, and just plan for the short-term as if it where the long-term. in other words, cease and desist all future plannings, on anything but the fancy dream level (i'll never abandon that :-))

so for now, it's now, literally, that's important. what do i fancy doing for the next year or so, how can i optimally keep moving, evolving, learning, and all the time get closer to that elusive goal; the feeling of rightness that will hopefully one day pervade most of my days.

idealistic, i know it is, but in a pleasant way i think. an optimistic, belief that i can make a difference, and that one day i will.

i'll be back with more of course, and meanwhile i still have dreams and interesting ideas.....

Oh, and a bit of worth while web raving.....