水曜日, 5月 19, 2004

Why are we here? Because we're here, roll the bones

"we are immortal for a limited time"
dreamline, roll the bones (rush, 1993)

i have often wondered what the 'theme' of the blog will be. shall i be the righteous writer bemoaning the ills of the world? or the dumbass with nothing really substantial to say? to be truthful, i feel neither approach will be entertained as i am neither prolific in my writing skills nor am i gonna assume the role of the de rigeur dimwit.

imran was ecstatic in trying to get me to get some controversy down on the virtual digital A4 sheet, so to speak. (its all right, man. we shall argue about whether or not robert johnson actually conned the blues-playing world into thinking that he was the man another day.) i see ugly reprisals from clarksdale looming in the horizon.

probably i can express my absolute disgust at what is happening around the world today. abu ghraib. nick berg. the killings at rafa. or wonder what ethical issues that the medical profession and the general public have considered with stem cell research. or a scrutiny of the stuff (bullshit included) that goes around in that microcosm of the world we call friends. perhaps an analysis of what pak lah is actually doing for the betterment of malaysia, if that is your cup of lapsang souchong.

issues that i, and i am sure all of you, have some inkling and care about.

however, i will choose to write on simple matters. things that probably don't matter to some or even all of you that reads this. i do have opinions on matters of the world, may it be strong or not, but i say let the ones who can really say something take on that role. many blogs and sites are around, filled with the two cents contributed by people. most of whom know what they are talking about. or you can listen to radio 4.

an easy way out for me? it is just a blog. a blog where i can ramble when i feel like it (like now, for instance). this humble blog of mine will tell you if the sky is blue or not. or i can tell you where to find the recipe for the zillion dollar frittata.

such is the stomach of chaos. when there are things to say, whether they really matter or not, it will be said.

2 Comments:

Blogger Trabye said...

Righteous writer vs. dumbass.... I'll take dumbass any time..! : )

Trabye says: Prolifically absurd? Try Alexandre Dumbass (as opposed to Mr. Dumas...). Prison literature anyone?

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Anonymous 匿名 said...

Kudo... This is my final warning. You will NEVER, EVER diss Mr. Robert Johnson again. And that's MISTER Robert Johnson to you!! *in a nasally, macam tak nak nyanyi, out of time/tune, voice* 'I got ramblin'... Wooohooo!! I got ramblin' on mah minddd... MMmmMmMMm... ' -The Neon-

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