The Wall, The Blackhole and the light at the far end of the tunnel.
When you run into a wall, try again. It might not be there the second time.
The best way to deal with your demons is simple upright honesty.
In 24 hours, I re-discovered why i love Jena so much 
And wish me luck for Monday.
Resolution time – Again 2.01.0.
Keeping in touch with the strict traditions of Loonville, here I look back at last year and enumerate the resolutions for the next.
In the year that slowly crept under my carpet and vanished before I knew it, Mandarin , Deutsch and French are the languages I didn’t learn, no pretty chinese girl yet (I did find a pretty chinese boy ! ) and didn’t discover a new band that I liked.
But, but, but I did leap off a 12 foot high platform, head-banged at a Metallica concert, played a kick-ass gig, went backpacking in Central France (twice now ) and realised German kids think I am an absolute clown ( Do I see a career there ?) . Not a total disappointment I guess..
Ok, resolution time again, and I am keeping it reasonable this year.
1) Find a guitar.
2) Play it !
3) Pour a bucket of water on a sleeping somebody.
4) Launch the “Obama for God” campaign.
5) Learn to love Polytechnique.
Have a great evening and do start the fantastic new year with the worst hangover ever !!
And when the sun goes down
Smug Alert !!
So much of human nature is left purely to chance. We swim through time, moment by moment, each an eternity in itself, shaped by every single one of them, shaping every single one of them at the same time. It is need wonderful to look back at those myriad moments that has led us to this minute of reflection.
I was at the Petit Palais earlier today. While I found a new mistress , the central point of this post is Bacchante . The “Femme piquée par un serpent” and “The Girl and the Scorpion” are much more popular works of art with a similar theme, though I dont see why. I never thought much of sculpture as an art . It must have something to do with my misconception that anything physical is not as ‘cool’ as the more abstract art forms. The same reason why music and writing still rank ahead of canvas and stone. But then in May this year, Dimman and Johann Tobias Sergel began to change the way I perceived art in stone. And Bacchante today reaffirmed my new found love with marble.
It is strangely exciting with sculpture. I simply do not know the masters. I form opinions and pass judgment on gut alone. I have been quite dismissive of the Venus, not so impressed with Nike, didn’t care to look a second time at Spring and loved Rodin. I am rediscovering the joy of learning the alphabet and putting words together. I can’t wait to go back to Mahabalipuram, Thanjavur and Rameshwaram now and look at the work in stone.
Amazingly, it took two 19th century sculptors to reach across time and space to prod me into looking at something right. But then so have Syd, Wagner, Joyce and a truckload of others before them. All those Disney comics especially. I wonder how I would have turned out in an alternate universe with Marvel and DC comics. Hopefully a lot less smug !!
Savitri
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
Savitri, my love.
P.S. - Savitri is my antediluvian six-stringed wonder.
