I can't think of anything interesting to write. The day was grey and wet and dismal. I have no photos to show. I haven't been anywhere other than in a shop to buy the essentials and at a cafe for a cup of coffee with my significant other. Oh, I stroke a big black furry beast of canine origin and a friendly disposition there.
The rest of the day, or most of it (one must still eat and stuff like that), I spent with a book (Kurt Vonnegut's Mother Night if my only occasional reader happens to be interested).
Oh well... boring, isn't it - the tripe I write, that is, not Vonnegut. He is bitter and funny and anything but boring, by the way.
Sunday, 6 January 2008
Saturday, 5 January 2008
Slam dunk
I used to play basketball. Oh yes, I did. Was good at it, too. But it seems like eternity since I last put a ball through a hoop. Not that I miss it much... well, sometimes I do. But I can't play anymore. Can't move fast enough. Can't jump. Can't dribble. My knees don't allow me. And my Achilles' tendons. And my age and all the gained weight... blah blah blah...
My body bears the consequences of hard workout and matches and countless sprained ankles endured with nothing but gritted teeth and bandageing. And yet, I have some fond memories (and some less so) of the times I spent in and around basketball courts.
Friday, 4 January 2008
Sometimes...
Thursday, 3 January 2008
Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Mystery of a glass (ctd)
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
New Year's Day
Hapy New Year everyone!
I had intended to record myself but sorry... no voice by me this time (but a lot of noise from the outside). This was meant as a trial video (shot from my balcony) and I was hoping to get another one at a more appropriate time but it didn't work out the way I had wished.
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