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Time wont tell, time tells nothing, it locks its knowledge away in meticulously maintained, bar-coded and sequentially numbered  zip lock bags, silently awaiting the next decisive moment to materialise at which point it stretches out its hand plucks the moment from space and tosses it into its coffers with all the others. That moment you refer to as time standing still is just time itself pausing your existence briefly to replace your reality with the backup copy that was running on a six second delay loop.

Time has no reason to offer us anything, time is a depository not a library, a drumbeat not a melody, an indexless flat file vault not a relational SQL queryable treasure trove of memories, it is time that is the true omnipotent being, not some needs-no-introduction, preceded by legend airborne dude with a beard and no second name. (more…)

My difficult relationship with anything loosely resembling a career continues.

Over the past few months I have been attempting to convince myself and those around me that I am capable of performing repetitive tasks for financial reward, although I had been relatively successful with this, this charade came to an end yesterday when me and those that aren’t me came to an disagreement regarding how much of that reward i should receive for performance of said tasks.

So once again I found myself in that space that I had occupied with some happiness between November 2002 and June 2006, no steady income, no communicable goals, no responsibilities that cant be taken care of blindfolded… but it all feels just a little different know, although I’m well aware that you aren’t surprised that I don’t really understand why it feels a little different.I am hoping that the reasonable amount of routine and discipline I let creep back into my life will create some sort of spark that will keep me away from the non productive aspects of what I was doing before. I’m hoping it will help push some of those ideas to places that exists outside of moleskine pipe-dreams.

There are people around me too now, some of them i like “a lot” and many of them inspire me to get off my ass to do something other than pay for the next bottle of red (occasionally).

Let me know how it all goes will ya?

Feeling at leat a little better and with the “you are in Italy” meter ticking ever louder I decided to indulge in that great tourist with a plan activity “the day trip”. (more…)

Despite the never ending heatwave I managed to haul my ass around this town several times. Assisting me in this endeavour was several centuries of sensible town planning.

The entire centro storico of bologna is made up of porticoed buildings which allows for plenty of shade and places to sit and also maufactures pleasing breezes which tickle the sweat on your brow and somehow trick you into thinking that 40 degrees C aint so bad after all.

In contrast to this is the town’s main square, piazza maggiore, a slab or concrete big enough to have a footy match in. (more…)

Venice is not the city to head for if you are on your own and the type of person that enjoys the company of members of the opposite sex but is unable to acquire said company at the drop of a gondolier… however, it is a pretty place so for those out there who plan to spend some time here, learn from my finite but poignant wisdom (more…)

I spent most of today in Trastevere, the place has me hooked.. its the cliched image of a narrow lane, a small dimly lit cafe at the bottom of a run down building, cobbled alley with garbage, cats, beggars and locals enjoying a frascati,.. family discussions flowing from the windows in the upper floors and washing strung on lines betwee the buildings… but its real and there is street after street of it just waiting to be seen. (more…)