So today is Friday, the 13th...*Being "Original" here, yeah...
Have been doing bookkeeping today. Book keeping as completely unrelated to finances, but rather in the direct meaning of having books and keeping them. As in “keeping them on a shelf”. Today is Friday, 13th. There is not a particular sinister meaning to it, but rather conscious decision made that I’m not touching stuff today. Stuff as in work stuff. This is just pure laziness speaks in me and today I’m listening. So given to my beloved self an excuse not to touch things, if they ain’t broken, I’ve been taken in by obsessive-clearance-wave. In simple terms that just means – I’ve been sorting old writings, making some sense in their order, putting some together, binding in one book, getting rid of others, completely or to the archive pit. Re-arranging my “book shelves”. I’ve accumulated so much random stuff scattered around this place, it’s unbelievable. Certain things should’ve been stored away long ago. Certain things shouldn't even ever be written...I do like simplicity and all those bits of creative mess now seem like breadcrumbs left on the table after the wild party. Itchy if accidentally stepped on them barefoot. [~on the other hand - why would anyone wish to climb the party tables barefoot anyway?! ] So I’ve been doing lots of swiping, sorting, copypasting, deleting and saving recently. And now I feel tired. Coz surely going through the heavy cleaning process would leave anyone dreaming of the warm scented bath, and a candle light, and music, and a glass of wine, and a relaxing evening, preferably in a company of sexy masseur on call.
Thought of goodbyes today also. In etymological sense. No doubt many know that goodbye is derived from the phrase “God be with you.” (Google it, if you don’t believe me)…I’am not-native speaker, and to me good Christian wish somehow doesn’t ring a bell of the act of parting as such. It sounds as much wider meaning, like you might want to wish “God be with you” almost to anything, not necessary when someone departs. Like “do your chores. God be with you.” Also it doesn’t indicate if the parting is for good or temporary, in fact, if you decided to be really pedantic you will see that there is nothing of a metrics in this expression, more of infinity.
I compare this with Russian alternative, for example. In Russian when parting, you say “until we meet”. literally. (“do svidania”) somehow Russian variant gives more hope, doesn’t it?
So today is Friday, the 13th…Pink Floyd feels like very well tuned into the day…High hopes and learning to fly…
...Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world ...
Have been doing bookkeeping today. Book keeping as completely unrelated to finances, but rather in the direct meaning of having books and keeping them. As in “keeping them on a shelf”. Today is Friday, 13th. There is not a particular sinister meaning to it, but rather conscious decision made that I’m not touching stuff today. Stuff as in work stuff. This is just pure laziness speaks in me and today I’m listening. So given to my beloved self an excuse not to touch things, if they ain’t broken, I’ve been taken in by obsessive-clearance-wave. In simple terms that just means – I’ve been sorting old writings, making some sense in their order, putting some together, binding in one book, getting rid of others, completely or to the archive pit. Re-arranging my “book shelves”. I’ve accumulated so much random stuff scattered around this place, it’s unbelievable. Certain things should’ve been stored away long ago. Certain things shouldn't even ever be written...I do like simplicity and all those bits of creative mess now seem like breadcrumbs left on the table after the wild party. Itchy if accidentally stepped on them barefoot. [~on the other hand - why would anyone wish to climb the party tables barefoot anyway?! ] So I’ve been doing lots of swiping, sorting, copypasting, deleting and saving recently. And now I feel tired. Coz surely going through the heavy cleaning process would leave anyone dreaming of the warm scented bath, and a candle light, and music, and a glass of wine, and a relaxing evening, preferably in a company of sexy masseur on call.
Thought of goodbyes today also. In etymological sense. No doubt many know that goodbye is derived from the phrase “God be with you.” (Google it, if you don’t believe me)…I’am not-native speaker, and to me good Christian wish somehow doesn’t ring a bell of the act of parting as such. It sounds as much wider meaning, like you might want to wish “God be with you” almost to anything, not necessary when someone departs. Like “do your chores. God be with you.” Also it doesn’t indicate if the parting is for good or temporary, in fact, if you decided to be really pedantic you will see that there is nothing of a metrics in this expression, more of infinity.
I compare this with Russian alternative, for example. In Russian when parting, you say “until we meet”. literally. (“do svidania”) somehow Russian variant gives more hope, doesn’t it? So today is Friday, the 13th…Pink Floyd feels like very well tuned into the day…High hopes and learning to fly…
...Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world ...