As January 2014 already goes into the history books I realized that I (along with the known humanity) are that much closer to the oven. Or box or hole in the ground or wherever your final destination takes you. The announcement - hope you had a pleasant flight - is not far away. That I did not get to use the dirty yellow cups on strings or assist my fellow passenger to exit the tube was testament to the times I lived in. Not much reason to do something in an emergency. Not many emergencies. Inspite of the air bag may not inflate warnings or supplemental restraints that I was ensconsed with but that never came to life, the fact that nothing really got in the way (so far) of my approaching my oven in my own sweet time is good news. Or is it?
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!