Jul 25, 2005

Who are you?

Now children, the lesson for today is - take responsibility for your reality.

This whole search for identity thing is actually an attempt to escape it. So you're sitting around waiting for your more fun life to begin? Well guess what?

This is it. Search no more. This is who you are. And this is what you do. Work with it. There is no inner rock star biding its time waiting to jump out playing air guitar. Or you would already be trying out for INXS.

The challenge is to now find the fun. Not in a ..."back when I was..." or a "...soon when I become..." way. But right now. With your life the way it is. With the people you are with. That's identity.

To put that much better, here's a piece from "Louisiana Manifesto" by Jean Nouvel on display at the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humlebaek, Denmark. (see more about it here, a blog entry by Dina Mehta)


Let us identify ourselves.

Everyone bears a potential world within himself or herself.

Let us be aware of our potential, which is equal to that of any human being - largely unexplored, often poetic, therefore disquieting.

No more corsets, no more ready-to-wear lives!
No more architecture-by-numbers that turns us into numbers!
No more cloned cities, global offices, pre-occupied homes!
We want to be able to keep on travelling,
to listen to spontaneous music,
to live in landscapes as inhabited as a personality,
to meet men and women who invent their own culture,
to discover unknown colours."

Jul 5, 2005

beautiful day

the way i start my day usually sets the tone for what's to come.

as much as i'd like to believe that i'll eventually shake off the morning's sluggishness, actually the torpor follows me around like a too-heavy jacket.

but today... ah today!
not grey and slushy; but crisply breezy, with a tangy, about-to-rain whiff of wetness.

and a breakfast date at Barista.

sparkling, fizzing and totally desultory conversation. extra hot, extra sweet espresso. and a short walk to see swollen monsoon waves crashing on giant, black rocks; so close we could feel the spray.

how can the rest of the day not be perfect?

but even if it isn't, who cares anyway?

it's a beautiful day.