Trying something new-TBT

Daybreak

 

I have finally decided to  list 3 beautiful things on a daily basis. I am inspired by Clare’s Three Beautiful Things project!

1. Getting the time to apply the new tea-pink nail color-finally! Its been weeks!

2. Cracking the spine of my oh-so-new book–’Burnt Shadows’. Signed by the author as well!! (long story-next post)

3. Finding myself admiring a topaz pendant in the middle of the bustle of Liberty Market–just minutes after work! I loved the excitement and release of the ‘unexpected’!

Cuz health matters, matter…

I have been thinking about memories a lot lately…and in connection with prospect of losing those memories…

 

I will expand on this…not that I have forgotten what I want to say…I want to be more sure what I am fearful of..

A friend wrote a piece on Alzheimers’ disease…It is one of the symptoms of aging that hits many families that is widely misunderstood.

I am a superhero *swoosh*

and on a separate note, I dig ‘Heroes’.

don’t you find it confusing?

This constant tug-of-war for your attention-the ads on tv, the Radio Discjockeys on your way to work, the smses promising the ‘world’s best ringtone’, the billboards insisting that your comfortable car is actually ’so last year’…

I do…and overwhelming too.

ze month-long week a.k.a. Spring Break oh-ate

wowee, this has been a pretty jam-packed week. I’d write more, but I’m going to lose power (courtesy of local electric non-supply company), so i’ll come back in a few hours to elaborate.

Stay tuned!

Anywhere but here, now.

Take an avalanche of discoveries,  couple it with a hailstorm of tasks and you have my day in a nutshell.  Forget William Butler Yeats, it is I who craves an escape from reality. I have this darn interesting book by Milan Kundera resting in my desk drawer, ‘Shantaram’ gathering yellowing on my bookshelf, and ‘3,000 years of Black Poetry’ on loan from college library and what am I doing right now? Defining ‘escape from reality’ for a man whose poetry sounded better ‘before’ the course, and has now been slapped on with a healthy helping of ‘convoluted’ jargon, hence totally killing the experience in the end.

Ick. Yucky month, yucky day.

war woes…

Cafe by Meiroun is a comforting image in a very uncomfortable present.

I made a huge mistake of ‘watching’ the news today, that too Al-Jazeera’s series ‘Children of Conflict’. A fourteen year-old casually remembers her grandmother, who voluntarily gave her life in a suicidebomb attack, making bread the morning of her death. Surveying her life in skeletal Gaza, its no surprise she is convinced martydom is the way to go for herself. Zero amenities, zero security, sporadic education, toddlers toting toy guns…Life is painfully raw for these children.

I wonder where God is, and when will us humans get our act together?