Thunder

Woke up at a bolt from the blue. Loud.

2.51 am.

I wonder what causes a thunderstorm?

Are the gods playing with a mortar and pestle.

Heat

All in all, a dog day. The dehydration began early. On my second milestone biking to school my tees were soaked and stuck to the back like plastic on hot metal. I had 3 more miles on this burning road.

When you begin a school-day by collapsing on the lounge attempting to channel fluids over a parched tongue, 'listless' is a safe prognosis. Today, prediction bang on.

The demolition of every ounce of morale was complete with a two hour soccer stint. The humidity and heat seem to hack the insides of my soul while the wise choice of wearing no socks under the brace lacerated my right foot.

Now, this minute, the rains are coming down outside. Some mercy.

I should check on arugula and spinach in the garden, first thing tomorrow. I fear fatality from the heat today.

el cambio loco el mundo

What would you expect from a man who turns around and pulls his pants down on an audience?

Nothing less than the turn around of drug war-torn Bogotá to the "Athens of South America".

That man is Anatanas Mockus, two time Mayor of Bogotá and now front runner for the Colombian Presidential elections 2010.

A brief article on his scorching life.

Highly recommend watching this one-hour documentary, courtesy youtube.

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."

-- Steve Jobs

an old sore

a long-time friend, did something only long-time, interwoven yet impaling congeniality can do... sent me a link to this musty blog. she could instead have summoned brutus.

dog (y)eared link

i abashedly revive an old sore with honest incisions. i revive the feeling of eviscerating discontent when i am at the writing desk. only equaled in pain from the poverty of what i write. i feel muggle-born in a world filled with magicians of prose.

i wish i was humpty-dumpty, who reminds alice in this fondest work of fiction Alice in Wonderland,

"When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean, nothing more and nothing less "

in the least, the surgical incisions will lay me bare. towards that unbearable lightness of being.