Mysticism and the Art of Science

I'm a believer of science. I believe that the world can be understood and worshiped through classification and organising, just like Aristotle did.... but the problem is that this does not happen. I am forever trying to classify every thing, but am always unsuccessful...

My next question is: have others noticed the same?

Probably, and probably not.

Just like most people I take the commuter train each morning to go to the office. every day I notice a man sitting in the same carriage in the same suit all the way to the finial terminal. I see him sleeping, not taking particular care about his own existance and the routine that he has developed for himself: Musashikisugi St. at 8:48am, third carriage from the front, seat always on the lefthand side near the exit... and that has been his "raison d'etre" for the past 2+ years.

He must have found his own classification: genus homosapiens 8:48 anti meridien kosugi tricarriage levo proxi exitus.

I will classify him as another lost soul... Tomorrow I will ride in a different carriage.

Phonetics....

According to Merriam-Webster On-Line:
Pronunciation: f&-'ne-tik
Function: adjective

1 a : of or relating to spoken language or speech sounds b : of or relating to the science of phonetics
2 : representing the sounds and other phenomena of speech: as a : constituting an alteration of ordinary spelling that better represents the spoken language, that employs only characters of the regular alphabet, and that is used in a context of conventional spelling b : representing speech sounds by means of symbols that have one value only c : employing for speech sounds more than the minimum number of symbols necessary to represent the significant differences in a speaker's speech

The biggest irony is that "phonetic" is not spelt laik wot is sounds laik... I am a puwer advokaet of fonetics, coz aym a louzy spelr...

Viva fonetics 4eva!!

Alchoholics'R'us

beer 

Let me share with you one of the things I've noticed is that there are two major types of alcoholics: those that are in denial, and those that are proud.

The denialers are usually on about how little they drink, or that they drink "only" this much or another while they pack up a wine cellar or two and stumble on their way home slurring about Tolstoy... they are the boring drinkers.

On the other hand the ones that are proud are usually VERY aware that they are fond of their glass or two (or three or 15... etc). They are easy to spot, because for some strange reason they really get into the fine details of what they are drinking even though they are losing brains cells by the dozen at wholesale prices. For instance a person who will engage in a conversation about new world wines, old world wines, vintages, vinyards, grapes, alkaline soil, etc. is a proud alcoholic, for they are disguising their penchant for beeing on the piss (so to speak) by showing that they are "intelligent" and "knowledgable" and therefore their boozing habit is somehow beneficial to humanity as a whole.

Must admit, I really admire their level of absolute faith, and also the ability to learn the details on the piss, AND delude themselves that they are still near the median of the bell curve when it comes to average drinking habits, but the "good ideas" last only as long as the bottle of Haute Medoc(sp?), my friend.

'been there, seen that, drunk that, and puked all over the T-shirt....

In The Pish

As both a cat lover and a heavy boozer, this picture struck my heart chords juuuuust right. I wonder if my new found love of yoga will eventually get me to a state where I can meditate in a pint glass just like my furry friend...

One can only dream.

Drunken Wench Ramblings (I): Blogging?! Bullshitting, more like?!

Hangover Cure


Actually, that was not a nice title to my first blog.... There seems to be so much blog sites these days that many sites appear lame and diluted and are very far from the true roots and spirit of blogging. I first started something similar to what is known as Blogging nearly 10 years ago in a series of emails to keep in touch with my friends on the other side of the world while in a drunken state. In my bid to maintain public/private dignity the titles of the emails were "Drunken Wench Ramblings..."

And that's where I would like to start -- drunk.