False reality

Oh, dear-people in the office look so terminally serious as if cracking a smile would kill them. Feels like being in the wrong movie.

Simplified

I was thinking:

How ironic that pure-blooded dogs are actually restricted by the requirements of their own breed and are not allowed to have an individuality. I couldn’t tell one Golden Retriever from another-they all look alike; they have to if they are to be of value. Mongrels on the other hand, though low in pedigree, make up for it with tons of personality, wit and cunning. They too have no other option if they are to survive. But somehow I’m sure dogs don’t make much of a deal out of it, if at all. Food-happy; caress-happy, owner’s back from taking out the garbage-happy. Dogs do enjoy the little things. Who’s smarter now?

I want to have a dog again. It makes me a better human. 

Morph

What happened to the man who once wrote “Happiness and peace of mind
were never meant for me” ?  Make no mistake, I’m glad he’s gone. But, make no mistake, HTDA will never be even remotely close to NIN.

A picture is worth a thousand words

It’s that kind of day. It’s that kind of week. Yuck.

Associative

A true story a friend told me a few days ago.

A decade and some ago a Mexican guy came to Sofia to study medicine. He barely spoke Bulgarian. One evening he and his Korean roommate (whose knowledge of Bulgarian was equally poor) went to the supermarket to buy chicken meat. As it happened at the time no one of them knew the Bulgarian word for “chicken”. What to do? The best they could come up with was to take an egg and present it to the shop-assistant with the words “We’re looking for the egg’s mother”.

Superb

I already blogged about this song once (and twice about the band) but a few mornings ago, on MTV Live, I caught that unplugged performance and it swept me off my feet with its everything-the venue (a former synagogue), the mesmerized audience, the beauty of the song (undoubted), the gentleness and the perfection of Florence’s voice, the early hour of me beholding it; as if it was all specially arranged to create one absolute unique moment.

And it granted me the happiest 5 minutes for the entire week which makes it definitely worthy of an entry of its own.