Friday, November 26, 2010

There are innumerable ways to waste your own time. The most frequent one, in my case, is with organizational thoughts. It starts as a little, apparently insignificant thing; like the need to clean the bathroom if a maid is not available.
It has to be deeply cleaned at least twice a month. How wonderful it would be if the thought stopped at that. It is information enough, isn't it? But there comes the tools needed: rubber boots, rubber gloves, perhaps a mask, hot water - and what if the house I am living at doesn't have a boiler system? Water from an electric shower should be hot enough? Should I boil some water before starting anything else? Better to start from scratch.
First: heat up a big pan filled with water till boiling. Oh, wait! Do you have a big pan?
From scratch again.
Go and run some errands with this list: big pan, rubber boots, rubber gloves, face mask, sponge, plastic broom, powder soap, scrubber, squeegee, bucket, bleach - have to remember to wear clothes I absolutely don't care about (going trough my wardrobe mentally now). Remember to wash away really good any traces of bleach: I don't want to spoil dear clothes latter on. Not to forget to take a shower afterward, NEVER before. Then comes the scrubbing; where, for how long, using this or that tool, this or that chemical - but was it clean enough? Better to go trough it all again: sink, floor, toilet, shower, taps, corners, bathtub; soap it, scrub it, bleach it, wash it, flush it, slosh it, squirt it, squeegee it... Remember to ask your brother to sit when peeing or, even better(!), teach him the deep cleaning process! Lets see... what would he need? Rubber boots, rubber gloves, face mask...








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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010

La Ruche

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You sit




You walk




You're standing naked on the play-ground




You kiss her lips, she melts away




Is that her skull?




You're still a clown




Perhaps one day she did feel sad




No one was there




The weeds, my friend, are prrrrrecious




Look way up there, it's not all within
The road is not straight and never will be




Would you not tell me about your plans?







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