We Have So Little Time...
bitch is a very rare male name.
Very few men in the US are named bitch.
Be proud of your unique name!
source namestatistics.com
Very few men in the US are named bitch.
Be proud of your unique name!
source namestatistics.com
2003-08-06
now for the updating...
As predicted, returning by Tube yesterday was a hellish experience. A mixture of sauna temperatures, grizzly faces, raised armpits and nausea-inducing vapours. Just another day in London's heatwave.
Today, I threw caution to the wind and came dressed to work in a T-shirt and shorts. Everyone is looking at me as if I'm some kind of genious. In half-hour I will descend with Megan into the gym-crypt and pump muscle to the sound of Satisfaction. I'm sure you know what song I'm talking about. It's the one where girls are using drills in the video. Tasty.
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I woke up in the middle of the night with some sad thoughts: feelings of hopelessness because I don't know where my life is going; slight anguish at the thought of never succeeding as a novelist, or even just as a hack. Then The Beatles song "All You Need is Love" came into my head, and as corny as that sounds, I was calmed. I used to meditate and practice yoga a few years ago, and the one thing I came away from that period was the belief that we are responsible to a great extent for the reality we live in... what I mean is that, no matter how horrible your life is, if you allow your survival instincts to kick in, if you face the challenge with self-love, with faith, then you will conquer it.
I know it sounds bad saying this, when so many people on this planet are stuck in horrible lives, but I have to believe it. If not, there's only an endless pit of nihilism facing us... and it's a place I don't want to go.
So "All You Need is Love" is for me a type of mantra, a belief that if I put love into my writing, love into my relationships, love into my view of the world, I can subvert the horrors of greed, cynicism and despair; I can make a tiny garden grow from a plot of dried land. Are you with me?
Today, I threw caution to the wind and came dressed to work in a T-shirt and shorts. Everyone is looking at me as if I'm some kind of genious. In half-hour I will descend with Megan into the gym-crypt and pump muscle to the sound of Satisfaction. I'm sure you know what song I'm talking about. It's the one where girls are using drills in the video. Tasty.
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I woke up in the middle of the night with some sad thoughts: feelings of hopelessness because I don't know where my life is going; slight anguish at the thought of never succeeding as a novelist, or even just as a hack. Then The Beatles song "All You Need is Love" came into my head, and as corny as that sounds, I was calmed. I used to meditate and practice yoga a few years ago, and the one thing I came away from that period was the belief that we are responsible to a great extent for the reality we live in... what I mean is that, no matter how horrible your life is, if you allow your survival instincts to kick in, if you face the challenge with self-love, with faith, then you will conquer it.
I know it sounds bad saying this, when so many people on this planet are stuck in horrible lives, but I have to believe it. If not, there's only an endless pit of nihilism facing us... and it's a place I don't want to go.
So "All You Need is Love" is for me a type of mantra, a belief that if I put love into my writing, love into my relationships, love into my view of the world, I can subvert the horrors of greed, cynicism and despair; I can make a tiny garden grow from a plot of dried land. Are you with me?
Like a Prayer
Someone from my work took the Tube in the afternoon and witnessed two women passing out because of the heat...
in 6 minutes I'm leaving - and taking the Tube.
in 6 minutes I'm leaving - and taking the Tube.