solitary

Alan Parsons Project. That's what's playing on the radio. Radio ? no no, not the radio, on the computer. FM stations tend to be a dicey matter.

It's after lunch at the office, there's no one around. The corridors lie un-stalked - people don't seem inclined to. Maybe because it's friday.

Alan Parsons Project - The Definitive Collection. It's a two-CD pack. It cost quite a bit - more than what I'd typically have spent on music, but my trip here is winding down, and I'm making impulse/emotional buys. This would be the time to ask me for a big favor.

The cover has the picture of a seashore, with a half-sunken aquarium with 1. a broken porcelain vase 2. a statuette of a topless someone 3. a couple of starfish 4. a toy soldier in red uniform coat and cap

Friday afternoon. After lunch. Empty corridors and a sunny deserted patio. The children aren't out playing. Traffic has started trickling in on the road outside. In a couple of hours, the road will be choked with cars. As the light fades, so will this corporate section of the city bleed out people

I like aquariums. I had one a long time back. It was very rewarding to line the glass floor with sand, and fix in the plants and watch the fish swim around exploring the place, and at some subconscious telepathic level, my heart would tell the fish, "Meee !! all that you see!!! I made it all for You!! you like ? "
( choice of upper-case letters not incidental )

There's a bunch of yellow petalled flowers sitting in a clear plastic cup of water on the shelf . They are from last weekend. Last friday, when I got to my desk, there was a long-stemmed yellow-petalled flower sitting on my desk ( and on everybody else's too, they were put there by the Management, there's no romantic angle in the story, except for the stapler .. )
The petals were closed around each other in a tight embrace. After putting them in the plastic cup of water, they opened up. Now they are of the texture of dried old paper, and their edges are turning brown.

And the water. Swirling water gently moving the stalks of plants & slender weaving fish. The whole thing was terribly harmonious and soothing. The first chapter of Moby Dick mentions the how the narrator would seek out large water bodies for succor when the day-to-day existence was getting too irksome.

Civillized -from old european - means to put in a box.
Civillization is a huge machine clunking and wheezing. Culture is the software,the programs which describe/prescribe/limit the possibilities of each component. There is only so much 'Culture' one can take, hence the large water bodies. Or small ones, captive in amber colored glass.

A friend had asked me once, do you believe in 'God is Truth', or do you believe in 'God is Good' ?
Well of course, if there is a God, he/she/it would definitely be good, by definition, but you notice, the question has Good with a G.
I figure the former people are usually not people persons, because a lot of human interaction does not follow teutonic correctness in purpose and execution, and is not usually consistent. These are the people who are usually left wondering what to say next, or rather, what would be the proper thing to say next, while the latter kind are already yakking away with consummate ease. Hence, not people-person types.
The latter are the kind to believe in co-incidences, lottery tickets and mercy.
Of course, I'm deliberately not answering the question.

The blog explosion is percieved to amplify creative stuff coming out of the heads of the people. It should ideally create a 'sea' of creative parts which can then be searched and components isolated and re-assembled into the next literary Picasso or van Gogh(although I personally believe it's headed more towards Dali)
I believe it simultaneously dilutes the content.
The hypothesis of a million monkeys sitting at keyboards was never tested for lack of infrastructure. Not so anymore.
Differently, an explosion of 'creativite material' is supposed to stem from folks reading stuff on other peoples' blogs, and deriving ideas and inspiration from that. Then creative output is then expected to spiral, re-re-inforcing itself and riding on positive feedback, to touch the upper most levels, wherever applicable.
But mostly, posts tend to be echoes - rehashes of material read elsewhere, opinionated rehashes, language translations, or irrelevant and/or redundant altogether. The spiral tends more to diminish as it races to cover all versions/ possibilities/ combinations of ideas.
The next work of Shakespeare, spontaneously created out of synergy of a million minds ( 75% of them seeking porn, sadly ), is of no use if it is distributed over ten million blogs.
In the meanwhile, to restore lost faith in technology, there's Flickr...

Electronic Arts, the video game company, has made a game based on the Godfather novel. The Don, Sonny and Hagen look like they did in the movie. For someone who has a Mafia logo embedded in his brain, I find the new development, well, disturbing. I am going to find having to shift my affections to be a little wrenching. The demo clips I saw on the net seem glorious indeed. I have a friend who would read the Godfather before all exams. Godfather quotes are cool. The word consigliori is cool
We of course, have to forget that the good Don Corleone was a crook.
Leaving Mafia for this, would make sense. However, Mafia is my first love ( I am irrevocably geek ), thus my dilemma rages ...

It's past midnight and I need to get some sleep. So does my post. But I will not let it get any, instead, I'm going to sic it on y'all.

And oh, I'm clean