The Book of Ashes

The spice must flow... 4:37AM

I am falling behind. Kramer writes again, Ems posts mysteriously blank messages and Reggie has returned to us once again. It is good to hear from everyone, especially those overseas. I am enjoying keeping up to date, especially hearing about the friends Ems is making :)

The spice must flow...

It is funny how time only goes forwards. Imagine living your life in reverse. You begin by un-dying from whatever event killed you. At this point you know everything about your life, everything you've done, everyone you've met and everywhere you've been. Now your thoughts flow backwards, you forget things as you undo them, you become simpler and simpler, always thinking of things you've already done but now have forgotten, always slowly remembering less and less as you loose memories, until finally one day you know very little, you remember none of your life, you can't even control your body properly and plonk, some people pick you up, unsnip you from an umbilical cord and shove you up... well yes! An interesting alternate to life. Living backwards...

All things depend on the spice.

This weekend has been interesting. I don't know exactly what I did. I know that it was a long weekend. Not that I am so affected. I went out on Friday to Vurtigo to catch up with the guys. DJ Manson had been playing there. It was good to catch up with everybody. But I was hit on. Usually this is a good thing. Even if its an ugly chick. But this wasn't a chick. It was a giant of a man, a good inch or two taller than I, dressed in a dressa and carrying a fan. Yes a fan and boy could he/she use it. He/she came up to me and fanned the fan at me while battering his/her eyelids at me. I was almost blown back by the force of the air that struck me. He/she obviously worked out. As Martin put it ""I could feel the force of the air bouncing off the wall it was so strong"". Then he/she told me I looked fantastic and had amazing features. The voice scared me. It was neither male nor female but an odd cross, somewhere that it should never be, stuck halfway inbetween. I didn't know what to do. One thought repeated itself round and round in my mind. If he/she wanted to, he/she could over power me and have his/her way with me. I knew my safety rested in numbers. I politely said thanks then pointedly turned my back on him/her. I never looked back. It was like on of those wild life programs where you meet a gorrilla and you have to stand your ground and stare it down then walk away without showing any fear. I showed no fear but it resided within me none-the-less. I was just greatful that I didn't have my camera out and he/she caught me taking photos of people. I might not have been so lucky...

It cannot be interupted.

Saturday and Sunday are a bit of a blurr. I went rollerblading and to the gym and for a 5km run in there somewhere. Lots of exercise to keep the machine finely tuned and in shape. Saturday night I went to Mercury Lounge at midnight to catch DJ Manson in action. It was pretty cool but over a few beers I ended up talking extreme geek. I think the feasibility of compressing files mulitple times came under scrutiny along with all the techniques I'd tried years back when I investigated the phenomena along with beat detection and automated/computerised turntables. I kinda lost contact with social reality and found myself fully submerged in the geek realm. It was all good tho

...and through it comes clarity. 5:04AM

Monday was yesterday. It started off a crap day but that didn't really affect me as I slept through that part of it. It ended up being quite nice. I went to the gym then got the call from Crispy, the guys were down at Frank Kitts basking in the urban sun of the first Whopper Choppers (don't ask the significance of the name). It turned out to be heaps of people sitting round the park with a few stalls and bouncy castles, etc and some salmonella dub like bands playing live in the centre. It was all very relaxing and cool. The guys were sorted with their stash of beers and surrounded with woman. We hung around for a while then headed home to cook up a feast for we had Bev & Jo round for dinner. It was two (not one but two) roast chickens that we fed apon that night along with roast potatoes, carrots, onions, parsnips and squash (pretty much pumpkin). It was all good. We made the mistake of giving Bev fizzy (a no no) but he was allowed off with it. I know I've said this many times before but I reiterate. Its amazing how great fat mixed with flour and water tastes (gravey). Yummmm....

...and through the turbulance comes clarity.

So now its Tuesday. Wellington's first day back at work. The sun shines brillantly, the wind blows (as it always does) and us computer geeks cower inside, avoiding the direct sunlight. Nah, not quite that bad. I've been working on a potential pocket money maker and I've been for a wonder round the bays to Belina beach. There I lay on the course sand and basked in Middle Earths glory. This year I was careful not to burn my white legs to a crisp so that they got a rash for a week like last year. I ventured cautiously into the cold water and managed to get in up to my knees. I have yet to submerge myself in the Wellington sea this year.

The spice must flow...