Dis, Quand Reviendras-tu? - Barbara
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The Leonids, 17th November 2009
from NASA
by Mark Weaver
One month into the new year
My general state of mind has of late been one of apathy; the one phrase that appears to hover perpetually at the edge of my consciousness is the infuriating “can’t be arsed”, a silly little phrase born of schoolchild vernacular from a locale incongruously far from mine. I wander about in a semi-stupor, go about my day-to-day activities with a laconic, irreverent distance that seems to suggest that I somehow feel that I am above this, because of my grandiose dreams I am above this, because of the plans I have for my life that do not involve climbing the corporate ladder I am above this, removed from it, apart.
But as the proverbial penny drops, as it arches teasingly through the air on its way back to terra firma, I experience a moment of clarity, of intense realization, as I force myself back into the reality of the situation in a ludicrously Walter Mitty-esque manner, the internal cry of “10 am class!” matching his exclamation of “Puppy biscuit!”
I must be arsed; this apathy must stop.
Seeing Andrew Bird on Tuesday. For years I’ve felt like I would give anything to see him live. Turns out all I had to give was $25… There is a god.
P.S. he seriously has some of the best tour posters I’ve ever seen.
"It’s never too late to be who you might have been."
