Files are not for Sharing: Based on the Xs are not for Ying series
How do players curse the referee when they don’t speak the same language? The article’s a bit of a cop-out, but I do always wonder why people use their own language when clearly the other person doesn’t understand them.
Jacob moved carefully, wary of the many improbably perched ornaments that decorated the house.
“Over here,” called Angela, her voice seemingly distant. It was no real help, but the corridor had only one way out that didn’t seem to be covered in years of dust. Jacob stepped into the brightest room in the house, a window letting in the rays of dusk.
“See? He’s still alive,” said Angela. The kitten in her hand looked bedraggled, but it was breathing, its tiny chest rising and falling rythmically.
“Just barely. How’d you find him?” Jacob asked, examining the kitten with the practised care of a professional.
“I saw his mum limping out of the house, and just out of curiosity followed the trail through the house…”
“So curiosity actually saved the cat this time,” Jacob said, smirking. Angela fixed him with a withering look. Jacob looked around. “Cats usually have more than one kitten per litter, though…”
“Yeah, I know,” she said.
“Oh, right. Well…” Jacob said, backpeddaling. Angela was a sentimental one.
“I figured you were a vet,” Angela began.
“Ha ha. Anyway, you should know what do with him.” Angela finished, hopefully.
“Well I think he’s actually a she, but we should be able to see to it. I’ll keep her for a week, but after that… well, I could always give her to one of the pet shops.”
“Oh… can’t I keep him? I mean, her?” Angela asked, almost pleading.
“Hmm, you might have to do a lot of taking care of her. She is only a day old right now, and even in a week she’ll need near-constant attention. Are you sure you want to?”
“It’s not like I have anything else to do, other than maybe start looking for a job again…” Angela looked at the kitten, its eyes tightly shut like all babies, peacefully asleep. Its starkly white fur glowed orange at the edges in the dusk light.
“I’ll call her Snow,” she said.
A ringtone only teenagers can supposedly hear: The sound is supposed to be too high for people over 20, unless you have “exceptional” hearing. Given I can hear it and my hearing sucks because of years of headphones, I’m a little skeptical (or maybe I’m just paranoid about my hearing). The sample is very annoyingly pitched, though.
There’s a frustration to his expression. He reaches and reaches for the right words to express the meaning behind his thoughts, but seems the message lost too easily in the endless words he seeks to communicate it. He wonders if there is a language that can accurately express what he wants, why it is that thoughts can’t be said as easily as they can be created. It’s a barrier to finding his place in the world, to finding those who understand him and those he can understand.
He occasionally wonders if he is alone in this, or if the whole world was the same and because of that no-one could realise they weren’t alone.
Fleeting glimpses of stories pass, objects of beauty, poignance and complexity created and destroyed simultaneously in every moment. The ability to capture and express these stories, so that others may glimpse the beat at the heart of the universe. Perception defines reality, not the other way around, and it is the ability to express it that raises one up from the mediocre to the magnificant, from relegated to respected.
If only he could find a way to express but one of the stories, completely and elegantly.
Australia’s politicians are wrapped up at the moment with the idea of a nuclear reactor and expanded uranium mining. I’ve got my own views on it and all, uninformed as they are, but one thing I really don’t get, and it keeps coming up, so I’m asking for your wisdom here. They (media, politicians, etc.) always mention “Well, Oil prices are going up and up… so we should investigate Uranium as an alternative source of energy.”
I think I blink and miss something there, every time. What on earth does oil have to do with uranium?
p.s. if you were wondering where the sunday recipe was… I was too lazy and didn’t cook on Sunday. Next week, promise.
World Cup breaking news – Australia 3 (Cahill 84′ 89′, Aloisi 92′) def. Japan 1 (Nakazawa 26′)
I don’t even care that I tipped 2-1 and so miss out on a bonus 2 points =D
Q: What kind of mechanic/barber/post office/motor registry is open extended hours on the weekend?
A: A profitable one. Let me spend my money, bastards!
Bread, Canned. Only. In. Japan.