Sane Inside Insanity: SATURDAY

sabato, marzo 29, 2008

SATURDAY

Had to be in Alassio yesterday to sign an act, it was worth being stuck into a place where people spoke of incomprehensible things until 18:30 just to use an old fountain pen again, I was jolted back to high school when my handwriting was all round and cute.

I decided to stay here all day and leave tomorrow morning so maybe today I'll finish the part of work I've promised a few days ago, and next week I'll finish the whole thing if they don't send Odovacar's troops first to finish ME. Then it's back to all the other jobs. But tomorrow, hell, I'm catching the first train to see my friends at Cartoomics and maybe get a new Optimus, because my foolishness isn't going ever again to ruin my life and forbid me the things I love.

I'm afraid I'm PMSing and this makes it especially tough to be stuck here with my parents. At their home it's different, they are rarely in the same room - not that they are divorcing or anything, they are just that way and I love them for a lot of other reasons but this really kills me. Also, up there it's full of endorphine-inducing cats, and the balancing influence of my aunt. I put on the music and cranked up the volume to the top to stop hearing the endless bitter complaints. And STILL they try to talk to me even though they saw me put on my earphones. I'm sorry to shut them off this way, but for all they know I'm working, and they are quarrelling about the elections in the next room, like, thanks for the respect, guys. I feel like screaming.

Instead of screaming I'll concentrate on the music and on all the things I miss and want to do, and will do soon. I miss my friends, nearby and long-distance. I miss the guys at AW. I miss the stuff I want to do at home, such as cleaning the balcony and repainting my smaller Opti (if I can find him again... why is he not in my bag? maybe the other one I left at home? why the hell do I have to carry him everywhere I go instead of leaving him on a shelf?) I miss writing about them all, Opti, Elita, Bee, Ratch, the Screamer and all the gang, and Theo and Aelf and Brida and Val, and Iacopo and Alti.

Oh, and I'm totally calling my first son Iacopo. Not that it'll be any soon, but one has better be prepared, right?

QUOTES

Heart shall be bolder,
harder be purpose,
more proud the spirit
as our power lessens!
Mind shall not falter
nor mood waver,
though doom shall come
and dark conquer.
(The Battle of Maeldon, translated by Tolkien)

He who has a treasure, or a demon in his heart, cannot hide it. (King Theodoric the Great)

I' mi son un che, quando
Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo
ch'e' ditta dentro vo significando.
(Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio)

The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you'll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it's the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. (Hannibal Lecter)

Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude. (Ernest Hemingway)

Would I embarrass you? Yes, it is possible. You see, I... I am crazy. I take the newer medications, but I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I choose not to indulge certain appetites. Like my appetite for patterns. Perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream. (A Beautiful Mind)

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands,
father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold,
the light that brings the dawn,
the horn that wakes the sleepers,
the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night Watch
for this night and all the nights to come.
(GRRM)

Never criticize a person until you walk a mile in their shoes (Atticus Finch)

A warrior for peace is no less a warrior (General Korrd, unwittingly reminding of Yitzhak Rabin)

What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter. (Sirius Black)

Whatever makes a soldier sad will make a killer smile (Leonard Cohen)

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't. (John Coffey)

Oh, life! 'tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge, - as wild, untutored things are forced to feel - Oh, life! 'tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but 'tis not me! that horror's out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! (Starbuck)

I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. (Charlotte Bronte)

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? (Karen Blixen)

Do not you recognize me, Dumas? I am the rearguard of the Grande Armee. I have stood at Kovno, and thrown the last muskets in the Niemen. I am Marshal Ney. Give me a bowl of soup. (Attributed to Michel Ney).