Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, “This is an interesting world I find myself in — an interesting hole I find myself in — fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!” This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for. We all know that at some point in the future the Universe will come to an end and at some other point, considerably in advance from that but still not immediately pressing, the sun will explode. We feel there’s plenty of time to worry about that, but on the other hand that’s a very dangerous thing to say. – Douglas Adams

And so it’s done. Sent two months worth of work in a brown envelope. This is me casting what I hope will be the beginning of a whole new artistic liberation era for me. Well, or something to that effect. Casting it right into the sea of ample, yet cruel opportunities. Yes boys and girls, it is a vicious, vicious world out there. But like I naively told someone far more senior than me just days back, the world is buit by dreamers. And at the risk of another crash into the painful reality, I’d like to hold on to the blissful tranquility of dreams just a little bit longer.

I have been working. That is how I would sum up these last couple of months. Working a little more than what I thought I would do right about now. I’ve not yet decided however, if this is a good or bad thing. I like what I do and for the parts that I don’t like, well, I understand its importance so at least they’re not pointless. With everything going on, I might even be tempted to say that this is one of the busiest years I’ve had so far. We all know I don’t hit up the party scene but just about all my weekends are booked for something or another. Some thing I want to go. Some things I got to do. Some things that I just gotta get over. I’m hoping that Ramadhan slows things down a bit. Just a bit. Just for now, I think I’d rather be busy than unoccupied.

I’m standing on the roof of a building in that pic, btw. I climbed right to the roof of a building to see and hell yeah touch, some solar panels. This is work. My work. Top of the roof, or by my jaded def, top of the world!

So generally I guess we can say this is kinda the good sorta busy. Maybe not everthing to look forward to, but certainly somewhere to be, someone to see, something to do. Funny, I’ve never relied so much on a scheduler. Heh.

Maybe in all these blocks of appointments, I need to shade off some dates for a vacation. I don’t know. I want to save my leave for some acting gigs slotted for October. But oh, SAR keeps giving me pamphlets to go diving at all these gorgeous places and I do so miss the open water so very much.

hunger crisis in the sahel

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