Special Days

How many of those days do most people have?
Days you will always remember.
Because they were either so awful, or so great or something happened.
I bet the people of Hiroshima have at least one.
Sometimes, days are special because your life takes a different direction,
kind of like a river that gets diverted into a new bed.
I can point to a few of those days in my own life.
Perhaps today was one of them.



I don't think today was really a good day.

स्पेशल देस

How Profoundness got away....Part I ?

Well, here we are. I swore to myself - nope, not me.

I won't be putting stuff out there for the whole world to read.
What am I, some kind of soul exhibitionist?
But then: I love reading.
I love writing.
Why should I not?
Why the hell should I not tell the world out there that I don't really care for Pere Ubu?
Never did.
Everyone I ask either doesn't know Pere Ubu or loves them.
Or him?
Or whatever.
I read all this drivel from others.
Up to 6 billion folks out there with something to say.
All of 'em deserve the same attention.
Whether that's the president of these United States of Amerika (it should be spelled with a k, it just loocs cooler, asc any German).
Or some kid in a rice field in Myanmar (and yes, they should just call it Burma....it gets me all turned around geographically if they call it something that sounds like a chewy candy).

The world is finally ready for me.

I think.

Wonder if Obama cares for Pere Ubu.