It was my birthday yesterday. And as the old cliche goes, I am now officially a year older and none the wiser. Of course, there are people who might want to be nice and say that can’t be true. So, to prove those good hearted folks wrong, here’s a picture of a birthday gift I gave to myself. A helpful background note: This would be the sixth of such gifts to myself. And I’m not even a half decent player.
P.S. This is what I’m currently trying to learn. 🙂
Hello and good evening / morning / afternoon / late night to everyone who’s reading this right now. About an hour ago, I had a meeting with a software company who wanted their website completely overhauled – new design, new content, new everything. (New and improved, if you will.) So I got home and got a drink. That’s generally what I do before I start thinking of what to write. And that’s when the brief, let’s say, is absorbed. So, while Mr. Jack hung around the coffee table, I remembered that they wanted the website to have a very comic strip kind of feel. I still don’t know why they want it that way, but they do. So I did the next thing I do when my system absorbs something from the brief. I poured myself another small one, and sipped gently.
It was this gentle sip that reminded me of my favourite cartoonist in the whole wide world. Mr. Gary Larson. I remember a time when I was much younger when I’d spend most of the time in my then day-job lapping his cartoons up. He was so irreverent. He cartooned everything from religion to politics to people to superheroes. He spared nobody. And I’m glad he did.
This was a wonderful evening – with Mr. jack and Mr. Larson. I thank you both dearly.
Categories: books, politics, religion, strange people, writing
Tags: comic strip, far side, funny, gary larson, hilarious, humor, humour
I know, I know. I’ve probably been doing one post too many on John Lennon and The Beatles, but it’s the man’s birthday today, you know. So I had to, nay, really wanted to write this one.
Here was a man who came out of nowhere and formed a band that changed the way the world heard its music. A man who believed in his ideals and ideas. A man who was not afraid to stick his neck out for what he believed in. A man who was at once open as a book and closed as a locked trunk. A man who chose the handshake over the fist. A man who loved peace more than war. A man who was at once vulnerable and witty, loud and introverted, calm and cantankerous. A man who died too early. A man I believe in.
Happy birthday, John.
Categories: books, music, politics, religion, strange people, writing
Tags: beatles, birthday, happy birthday, john lennon, lennon, music
So, after months of thinking and procrastinating, I finally started
work on the novel.
Was a massively rainy day yesterday, with no electricity for the large part of the day. Which basically means that my century-old laptop wouldn’t come on. Which, in turn, means I went back to the good old pen and paper to get the writing done.
It felt great to go back to the rudimentary devices in our type-happy times. 🙂 Even though I know it’s going to be a pain in the future, typing the whole thing out. Ah but what the heck. I love paper-pen!
Anyone out there still using pen and paper?