The Book of Ashes

Tuesday 8:07AM

A fresh breeze blew across my naked face as I stepped out the door this morning. It was a cool refreshing day indeed, with the feel of fresh snow on the hills, at least the temperature was trying to tell me that it had snowed somewhere, even though it never snows in Wellington. Man it was cold and man I loved it. This was the temperature my brain works best at. The wind cooling my head as fast as it heats up. My jacket (I love my jacket so) keeping the wind out and keeping me warm, I was ready to take on the world.

I got to work and began work on the Blobby write up. Yes people we are going to publish an only slightly sensored write up of the Blobby story, names and faces will be withheld otherwise its all there. I'm just getting approval from the higher powers that be at the moment then I'll publish it, maybe by the weekend it'll be here. I'll let you know.

So we sat through our development meeting and I was voted Guru of the week for passing my exam. I should maybe point out what Guru of the week is seeing that I instigated its coming about. Each week we submit nominations for the excellent or outstanding things that we have achieved that week. We then vote on who is most excellent and they get to have their picture up on the Guru of the week board. People must then bow down before them and praise them as the Guru's they are. Of course in practise this doesn't always happen but in theory it should. If no one is worthy of Guru then we default to the Deli Lama or some other worthy being such as Cartman. Now this came about in my first annual review where I finally got through to the end (after being shit scared about it, it turned out quite easy) and Paul (my boss) says ""So is there anything that you could see to improve or that could be done around here to make the place better."" Now I'm not the kind of person to complain about things so I said ""Not really"" and since thats quite boring I added ""...except maybe everyone could bow down everytime they come within my presence, and you know praise me like the worthy being I am"" (ok so I didn't use those exact words, but something like that). Paul gave me a long hard stare then said ""Yeah I like that"". Next Friday at work drinks one of the directors came up to me, got down on his knees and began praising my excellence while I stood there with a bewildered look on my face holding a bottle of Speights. And from that day onwards we had a Guru of the week.

After the meeting I finished off the write up on the Blobby mission and went off to meet my sister. It was still cold as hell and I was still revelling in it. We went shopping for birthday presents. She had already purchased a bone carving for Dad so we were going halves in that and maybe looking for a wooden box for it as well. Our next present was a food package for my brother Eddie, a first year student in Dunners. His birthday is on the 28th but we thought he would appreciate a food parcel now to get him excited and last him till then. He'll most likely get plenty of food on his birthday anyway, mum is renown for that, so we got him a mix of useful stuff like soup, nuts, hot chocolate and then the nice stuff like marshmellows, little toblerone bars, chocolate rasins etc. It was a giganticous food parcel, worthy of a small God. Next we went looking for presents for our cousin Si and my brother Tom who are both turning 21 this year. We found something that suits their hard arse attitudes just sweet but I better not put it up here incase they are reading this. So I've sorted out a few of my presents which is good.

Part II 8:37AM

So it was about 3:30 and I decided to hoon into work, grab Damian's keys to his appartment and do a quick 30 mins work on the web site. Efficiency pointed out to me that if I bladed into work I'd save time. My belief that things always work out for me told me that it wouldn't rain while I was blading. I chucked my shoes into my backpack - never trust yourself, you're usually wrong! I hooned through town, soundtrack blaring, and arrived at work to find Damian nowhere in site. He wasn't even answering his cell phone so I hooned back home. I was just on Kent Terrace when it began to rain, and not nice rain, the kind that wants to be your friend, but stinking big arse bully rain, the kind that wants to soak you to the bone. I shiftd into top gear and hoofed it. I was slipping getting up the hill a bit but made it ok with out getting the blades too wet. So I was home. I did a bit of washing. Watched Simpsons, had diner and had a bath to relax.

Now I sit here in my darkened house, saving power, working by candle light, which is quite cool really, telling you my days story. I did a quick mission next door to share with the girls some of my remaining cookies before they all went. They were drinking real yummy looking drinks that Fi had made from www.webtender.com that I had shown her. I politely refused a taste and came back to this writing.

Revelations for the day? I've said it before and I'll say it again. A smile can make your day, don't hold back on handing them out.

Now let us talk of the Trillion Page Zone. This thing I have created is alive and it has evolved slightly differently than I had anticipated. I began with the idea of users being logged on and having there names against each entry but now I realise that wouldn't have worked. Anonymity was the key, someone overseas that I don't know pointed that out to me, they can write stuff there and no one knows. Now I created this beast and seeded it with a few abstract writings of my own just to fill up a few pages and I should have known, where seeds are sown, plants will grow. The Trillion pages has become house to peoples feelings, thoughts and ideas. This is all cool, yet still I have further plans for it yet.

Now the other day I mentioned the Scroll of Yarash. For further reading on this subject turn to page 100002500001 in the book of a trillion pages. That is all I have to say about that

Gift of the body and gift of the mind 9:04AM

I have estimated that I might begin to run out of things to talk about by Christmas. Maybe after then these entries will get shorter. Till then bare with me.

You are given at birth two gifts. One is the physical body in which you reside, the other is the brain which controls that body. Over your life time you have the choice to use these wisely or not. You can hone the body, gaining mastery of its smallest muscles to the finest degree, or you can grow a beer pot and learn to burp better than anyone else, it is all up to you. Apart from getting your body in shape, eg becoming flexible and strong, everything comes down to knowledge. Every single movement of the body is stored in your nervous system somewhere, the brain being the biggest conglomerate of nerves in body. As you practise sports you change cells in the brain, that help you remember finer control over the muscles. The brain is a simple thing. It stores all inputs thus. Sights, sounds, smells, touch, all interpreted, stored in the brain and the appropriate responses sent out, move the hand, close the eye, speak a word. When you try something new, such as speaking a word for the first time, you get feedback, you note if its good or not and act appropriatly by reinforcing that action or not. Hence you learn and your knowledge of the world becomes greater. I am loosing the plot here so will have to continue this later. Let me for now just define two groups of knowledge. That of the body and that of facts. Eg knowledge of how to dance or catch a ball compared to knowledge of your Grandmothers birthday. Both are the same really, you can recall the knowledge of how to catch a ball, this generally involves the jerking of an arm as happens in dreams, just like you can recall your Grandmothers birthday although this memory has no associated muscle response. Think about these two groups for a while. Both are important and can be subdivided up further. Maybe another day..