Say three words

Some of the most important things to say come three words each. 

 

I need food

I can’t breathe

Try to remember

Wash your clothes

Eat your vegetables

Book out day

Go to hell

Go f*ck yourself

I love you

This is the end; this is the beginning

At any point in time in your life, you are either in a problem, getting into a problem, getting out of a problem, or a composite of all three.

Last week, I was getting out of a problem. Now that I’m out, it feels pretty damn good.

Today, I don’t know whether I am getting into a problem or out of one. We’ll see how it goes. I shall be gone for two weeks, at least. Do not miss me!

Blue shirt, white tie

This guy is really cool. He’s clever, fit, creative, and has a great sense of humour. Throughout the interview, he gave me insights on things I never would have thought about, impressed me with his business sense. He had creative solutions to common problems in the industry, and had valuable contacts that would have assured success. 

I didn’t hire him, because he wore a blue shirt with a white tie. The kind of blue you see on mineral water bottles, the kind of white that’s so white, it’s blue.

And it was such an atrocious tie.

If I were to tell you

If I were to tell you about her, it would be like describing fire to the first peoples of the world. I would say, it is hot, like the sun, but only much hotter. It is red, like a poppy flower, but a red that moves and shifts in hue. It moves and shifts, like water, but you cannot contain it in the cup of your palms. It consumes wood like a hive of termites will, but leaves behind something black and grey, and finer than sand. When the wood is gone, it, too, is gone.

The first peoples of the world who have not seen fire would think it is like the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes, or a sum of them all. But they have not looked upon the flowing red of a fire, felt the warmth of it, or watched the wood being consumed. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. 

But then, fire comes into the world again, many times. They look upon it, feel it, use it. They then see that while it is hot like the sun, it is not the sun; while it is red like a poppy, it is not a poppy; while it flows like water, it is not water; while it consumes, it is nothing like a hive of termites, but something different from each or a sum of them all. They then call it ‘fire’. 

When they tell others of fire, the others know not of it, and they then go back to telling them of the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes, even though they know through their own experience that the others will not know fire as they do, no matter how they describe it with all the words in the world. 

She is like the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes. She is like fire, but that is just the beginning of it.

Apocalypse Now

It’s a war movie. It’s not a war movie. It’s about Vietnam. It is Vietnam. To me it’s the story of a man’s descent into madness, and the heart of darkness. (It so happens that the film was based on a book of that very name.)

 

But the maddest (read: craziest) line in the 200-minute long film has to be Bill Kilgore (Robert Duvall)’s- 

“Charlie don’t surf!” 

 

I guess you gotta have seen it to get it. Ta!