Sunday, August 31, 2008

the coin

ah, my coin will have just one face now.

bye-bye "two faces on the book" problem.

another lesson learned from this experience is got when i try to link the issue, again, with dark knight the movie.

isn't it interesting friends, that it is better to have one face than two. as long as the one you have suits different kinds of mask, just in case the drama you are about to perform requires you to play a role different than the usual one. nothing bad, just for the sake of the story.

the end of august

the end of august has a talent to unite the five of us back home. jack, jim, will, vahd and niki. what a cozy feeling to get together again. and interestingly to me, it happens in a coinciding weekend when the four months meet: august, september, sha'ban and ramadan.

in fact, there is something about the end of august which is special to me.

some of you may know, yanni, a greek composer, arranged a blissful rhapsody named "the end of august". this tune is one of my favorite songs. it is from an album which yanni recognized as a clear and honest album, and consistent in its mood, "in my time". although instrumental, the title alone speaks so clearly that you can almost feel the human being behind the music.

there are still many things to tell about my end of august. it is more than simply an anticipation of september, when a new story shall begin. the end of august also marks a birthday of a friend of mine. and i sincerely want to wish her a happy and meaningful birthday. she's a healer.

i wish all of you have a good story to memorize and to reflect about your end of august too...

Monday, August 25, 2008

baia mare

these photographs were taken by a friend in maramures, romania.

going home.

and, together.

i lost contact with this friend for more than 3 years ... but i am pretty sure that no other mihai grigorescu in maramures would take pictures like these, and titled them like such.

the clues are clear for me from "going home", "far above the clouds" and "one of these days".

foarte frumosa.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

two faces in a book

a friend asked me how it started that i have two accounts in the facebook. both under the same name. i said i dont know. in fact i didnt realise it at all. not until one day i failed to log in and discovered that my email username and password didnt match.

then i knew, that for sometimes i have been using two different keys to open and walk through two different doors, without even noticing that the interior landscapes of "the room" were not the same. i ignored them, and simply took it for granted that i have my two accounts in the facebook. two, which i thought were one.

and then in an ocassion, i checked my facebook, and as i looked at my profile's picture i saw the one appears there was not my usual picture. so i must have logged in to my alternate facebook account. and it was true. names of friends waiting in line for my approval, messages from last november which i didnt happen to read, plenty more stories and news that i left unchecked for a long while.

in that instance i felt sorry. first because for a long time i didnt reply - not even read - those messages, approved the invitations, and all other things that i was supposed to react to. and second, which is more important to me, because i was unconscious of my dual memberships.

can you imagine, it feels as if you comfortably forget what day or month it is. you simply walk into and walk out of an elevator, and you dont know if you arrived at the right stage or not. until you see the faces of those who care about you, looking at you with a rare look, asking, or rather confirming, that you are not exactly you.

Monday, August 11, 2008

bats are nocturnal

i feel it would be just appropriate to reward myself with a bit of entertainment tonight.
there is a strong sense of longing to return to gotham city to meet bruce wayne. and to converse with alfred again. especially after the day that has been long, as if monday, wednesday and friday are compressed into one. and without tuesday in presence.
bats are nocturnal.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

the only poem

"this is the only poem
i can read
i am the only one
can write it
i didn't kill myself
when things went wrong
i didn't turn
to drugs or teaching
i tried to sleep
but when I couldn't sleep
i learned to write
i learned to write
what might be read
one nights like this
by one like me..."