The act of being in motion. As in wind, when its blowing. Or to boast (your own musical instrument as it were). Or to expel air. As in blowing a whistle. This last use of the verb blow is what I want to ponder on. These days 'whistleblowers' are coming out of the woodwork, airports, companies and agencies and what not. One such blower has taken residence inside a Russian airport because after blowing said whistle about the security apparatus of this country, now finds himself unable to blow (or be in motion). Or so we are led to believe by those that are still able to blow their trumpets (or news horns). Other form of whistle blowers when growing up were literally that, in the form of a traffic cop. They had a whistle in their mouth to make themselves heard above the traffic din. Their job was to manage the traffic whilst managing to operate the blowing instrument that was strung around their neck. Fprrrrr Fp...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!