Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Overdue

It has been a very lazy week. I've been spending my time procrastinating very effectively. As you may well know, procrastinating is quite easy, but doing it effectively is something else altogether. Besides, I've managed to keep Dhara waiting for my response, which is a delightful experience in itself.

I wish to talk about two issues. The first of these is something that goes by the term "truth." To tell you the truth, I don't have much of an idea what that means. If I did, there would be no room for discussion, and therefore, no reason to write about it. But there was a time when I did know what it meant. Call it childhood innocence of sorts. Or maybe ignorance. In those times, truth could be equated with fact. Something happened. You say it the way it happened and you were being truthful. Plain and simple, quick and easy, just like that.

Now, I see everyone peering at this amazing creature through huge convex lenses, not the good ones, but the ones with chromatic aberrations and scratches all over. That's the reason why the truth is so colorful.

I think the problem with the human adult is that (s)he has opinions. Most of the time, these are carelessly mixed with facts and figures to produce speculation and wilder stuff. It's almost as if you mixed hydrochloric acid and whatever else to come up with aqua regia. Ooh! I still remember a bit of high-school chemistry.

My personal view of the nature of truth remains almost what it used to be when I was a kid - the truth involves facts. This allows arguments that are based on literal interpretations of the spoken sentence. For me, this is a good thing, because these are the kinds of arguments I win.

Let me come to the point before I ramble on about something else. Why this obsession with "truth?" First, because I want to state that everything I say in this blog is the truth. And second, it is the truth from my point of view. That last part is important.

The second item on my agenda is a discussion of the term "work." Work is what you do when there's nothing else left to be done. Some people get away without doing any of it. Lucky.

I worked hard today. I watched several movies, listened to music, blogged, chatted on the telephone and had several meals. Phew! What a tough day!

I plan to get some more work done now, and besides, I think this post is long enough as it is. Rats! I wanted to respond to Dhara's comments, didn't I? Oh well, maybe next time.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

A Lot of Frumious Noise, Nothing, and a Towel



We started out to do some serious Duerf writing. Unfortunately, the Deurf-ness constricted and refused to manifest itself in a form more causal than pig-headed meta-physical-ness. Since void is all that comes to mind (oxymoron, ahem), void is what shall be described. Or, more properly, an excuse why I must write general nothingness instead of vapid something-ness.

Casual claims his cranium clocks only after his subconscious rooster crows, that is, a point in time occuring not before than his rising from post-nocturnal-slumber. And that he can't resist the said slumber, his addiction to boiled leaves in water not withstanding.

Challenges are set. Something good must evolve. He will discover the subliminal psychoanalyst in himself and return to poke jibes at me. However, until his ego and super-ego come to terms of mutual agreement and decide to settle for the the small space in his upper cranial cavity, he shall stall and drag the interpreter of his neural spaces (yours truly) to that highest place of culinary decadence, where delicacies are prepared with utmost love by brajwashi.

ps: Dreading the next post by Casual. Give me Vogon poetry any day. Shall go find a towel.