1st December, 2006
When you get a writer’s blog, which is the same as a writer’s block when you are writing your blog, then you have to assume meaningful tactics to jump start your engine. One way I discovere, was to write to one of my friends and explain that the reason I was avoiding everything else, was due to a surplus of negative energy which for some reason had taken roots in my otherwise sane olfactory canal lobes. So, I used the opening of my epistle as a beginning to this latest addition in my diary. This is how it read:
‘It is a very casual day for me. I thought this morning i would invoke in me the extra burst of energy to enable me to get off my lazy bum and begin writing something worthwhile, but all i could do was stare at a certain aging and graying foto on my webpage and hoping that it would stir in me, ideas and allow my imagination to run wild. However, an hour passed by and lo behold, i was right there where i started. So, i concluded, that what I really need inspiration in my life.’I can understand where inspirations come from, and I hope by the 14th of this month, things will look and seem worthwhile.
Abraham Lincoln once said, "And in the end, it is not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."As my boss once told me that “A person with twenty years experience may only be a person with twenty times ‘one’ year experience”So is that what we are looking forward to in life? Just carrying on with doing what we have learned best to do? Thinking our life process has nothing better than enjoying good food, moderate sex (if at all) and a good night’s sleep.
Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing, because he could only do a little.
For, good judgment comes from experience. Experience nevertheless, comes from bad judgment.
It comes down to not about how MUCH Education people obtain, but how aware those people are with the knowledge and learning they have grasped.
I was recently at my very old and dear friend’s ’30 years in Dubai’ party at his house and I was lucky enough to sit next to a man, a connoisseur, and very adept in the pros and cons of absolutely fine wining and dining. I won’t mention his name otherwise the cat will be out of the bag. I can give a couple of hints, he used to be a DJ in FM92, and also my ex boss. Comprendo!
He talked about the special Chardonnay and explained the difference between ‘Oaked’ and ‘UnOaked’ wine.
The French Chardonnay which was the original chardonnay used to be very slightly oaked. The word ‘oaked’ stemmed from the fact that the wine in the past were kept in oak containers and took on a ‘oaky’ flavor. The Americans (our big brother) loved the taste so much that they deliberately added slices if oak pulp into the wine to enrich this flavor. He explained that the French idea of Chardonnay was better, as the French were the ones who only knew how to drink wine. I have tried many different types of Chardonnay, but to tell you the truth, I just don’t care. Give me a couple of glasses of wine on a Thursday evening and a bout of Tchaikovsky’s “1812”, then I am all yours. Which tells you how cheap I can get and also, I am no mean connoisseur.
This also brings me to the story of my ‘nose’. Yes, Nose!I knew I was pretty well endowed with a large but quite pretty ‘nose’, but I never thought it an impediment until people started calling out and saying, “how are you both?” and ‘give my regards to your other half” and it turned out that being single, my other half was no other than my good ol’ nose. However, things came to head when I wanted to purchase train tickets, and the guy insisted (albeit jokingly) that I had to buy two tickets otherwise I would be demeaning the only good thing I had left in me. You guess it right, man. Sylvester the nose! I really need more of these ‘nose’ jokes in as much as a fish needs a bicycle.
Well, the weather is very much cooler, and although, today being a Friday, and I would have loved to spend the evening in the bar at Kempenski’s at the Mall of the Emirates, I thought I would take a rain check , and complete this blog instead.Take care friends, and until next time I have enough material to bore you’ll, you guys can have a breather away from me. Good luck.
‘It is a very casual day for me. I thought this morning i would invoke in me the extra burst of energy to enable me to get off my lazy bum and begin writing something worthwhile, but all i could do was stare at a certain aging and graying foto on my webpage and hoping that it would stir in me, ideas and allow my imagination to run wild. However, an hour passed by and lo behold, i was right there where i started. So, i concluded, that what I really need inspiration in my life.’I can understand where inspirations come from, and I hope by the 14th of this month, things will look and seem worthwhile.
Abraham Lincoln once said, "And in the end, it is not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."As my boss once told me that “A person with twenty years experience may only be a person with twenty times ‘one’ year experience”So is that what we are looking forward to in life? Just carrying on with doing what we have learned best to do? Thinking our life process has nothing better than enjoying good food, moderate sex (if at all) and a good night’s sleep.
Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing, because he could only do a little.
For, good judgment comes from experience. Experience nevertheless, comes from bad judgment.
It comes down to not about how MUCH Education people obtain, but how aware those people are with the knowledge and learning they have grasped.
I was recently at my very old and dear friend’s ’30 years in Dubai’ party at his house and I was lucky enough to sit next to a man, a connoisseur, and very adept in the pros and cons of absolutely fine wining and dining. I won’t mention his name otherwise the cat will be out of the bag. I can give a couple of hints, he used to be a DJ in FM92, and also my ex boss. Comprendo!
He talked about the special Chardonnay and explained the difference between ‘Oaked’ and ‘UnOaked’ wine.
The French Chardonnay which was the original chardonnay used to be very slightly oaked. The word ‘oaked’ stemmed from the fact that the wine in the past were kept in oak containers and took on a ‘oaky’ flavor. The Americans (our big brother) loved the taste so much that they deliberately added slices if oak pulp into the wine to enrich this flavor. He explained that the French idea of Chardonnay was better, as the French were the ones who only knew how to drink wine. I have tried many different types of Chardonnay, but to tell you the truth, I just don’t care. Give me a couple of glasses of wine on a Thursday evening and a bout of Tchaikovsky’s “1812”, then I am all yours. Which tells you how cheap I can get and also, I am no mean connoisseur.
This also brings me to the story of my ‘nose’. Yes, Nose!I knew I was pretty well endowed with a large but quite pretty ‘nose’, but I never thought it an impediment until people started calling out and saying, “how are you both?” and ‘give my regards to your other half” and it turned out that being single, my other half was no other than my good ol’ nose. However, things came to head when I wanted to purchase train tickets, and the guy insisted (albeit jokingly) that I had to buy two tickets otherwise I would be demeaning the only good thing I had left in me. You guess it right, man. Sylvester the nose! I really need more of these ‘nose’ jokes in as much as a fish needs a bicycle.
Well, the weather is very much cooler, and although, today being a Friday, and I would have loved to spend the evening in the bar at Kempenski’s at the Mall of the Emirates, I thought I would take a rain check , and complete this blog instead.Take care friends, and until next time I have enough material to bore you’ll, you guys can have a breather away from me. Good luck.
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