There are two chairs in my balcony. Two of those bendable chairs on which you can lay back at midnight, in your underwear and with a cold beer in your hand, and stare at the sky.

They ain't for two. Just for one. One is a spare, or a relief. Just that there are always options.

I like to pretend that they are two space platforms. You can bend them back and aim the black sky above your head and count down to zero.

Fire.

One day I will shoot myself to the sky. To the dark space between the stars. In my underwear and with a cold beer in my hand. I will send messages back to earth, for the people to know how the outer space feels. And when I die, I will be a silent ambassador of earth.

Mystic heated wine.

There is no such thing as karma. Things happen to us not because we did so in the past, but because they just happen to everyone all the times. What people usually refer to as "karma", is the realization of what we did in the past. Life is a tremendously rich environment: full of information, full of details, full of interactions. Lots of things happen to us on a daily basis. Some good, some not very good. This is for everybody. If an individual receives an unfair treatment, something that he has done to another in the past, his intellect recognizes that. He suddenly "realizes" how the other person felt at the time he did so to him. Hence the subject suffers twice, one for being treated unfairly now, and one for treating another unfairly in the past. And the latter part has the bigger and deeper share of the suffering, as it disturbs the image of self, that we need for the well-being of our minds. This extra suffering resulted from such realization I call karma.

Lying is a sin, for one suffers when he lies.

Take a sad song, and make it better.

"I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck.

Ship is sinking
There's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves and lawyers

God's away on business."

God's away on business - Tom Waits

- Pay the hydro bill 

- Use GP for encoding 

- Try adaptive resolution objective function 

- Clean the bathroom 

- Buy some boneless chicken breast 

- Work on the left rotator cuff 

- Forget the shit about the bitch 

- Stay sane.

I'm only two girls short for a threesome, and only 30 grants short for a Gold Wing 2012. Not sure how to prioritize now that I've got so close.

Vaut-il mieux ne penser à rien
que ne pas penser du tout?