morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Talk about framing a question.
Positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Now read this:
Negative example of when you’ve felt loved?
Or read this:
Positive example of when you’ve felt unloved?
😉
A rectangular strip of time filled with some good serious light-hearted conversation is where I always feel loved. No doubt! And I have had plenty such.
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
I did not know this.
21st November is No Music Day.
Thank you Bill Drummond.
We can do with much much less of background music and sounds and noises.
In what ways do you communicate online?
It feels I communicate with NOTHING online most often.
That’s a strange sounding statement. Just as the question sounds actually. Strange.
‘In what ways…’
Well, I twist and wrench my words very often to communicate online. That’s the primary way.
The way I don’t communicate online is by not liking selfies, by not expressing birthday greetings to strangers, by not writing RIP upon looking at a death update… By not using such ways of communicating, I must be adopting a way of communicating that discourages people to ‘like’ what I write.
Basically, I do not adopt reciprocation as a way of communicating online. Yes, I think that is it.
What snack would you eat right now?
Sorry, it’s Ockham’s Nominalism, along with a cup of Coffee.
I kind of get now, what they mean, whether they themselves get it or not, what they mean when they use Ockham’s Razor in their language.
Come up with a crazy business idea.
I don’t think I am crazy enough.
Crazy stuff was done by guys who built canals, dams, containers, ships and airplanes.
Whatever I think, someone or some team must be busy doing that already.
So here’s the thing: start a dating service, matches proposed algorithmically based on vedic astrology, especially for nutty youngsters, in the US.
What will you say to them if you start a thing like that?
Stories always meant moving and motioning.
Carvings and sculptures required us to move, non-metaphorically, on our legs in space, to hear and imagine all the stories, narrated by self or someone else.
And personal stories were hidden in all sorts of objects. Visiting and revisiting the objects meant retelling the stories to ourselves.
Books required us to sit. Eyes read and voices worked with the written letters and words. Stories would have to be heard often in our heads, silently.
Motion pictures move the images, stories and voices while we keep sitting. The stories fall into eyes and ears. They fall. We do not work as much to tell and retell the stories.
What is your mission?
At different points, I have tried to name my mission. I named it well but differently every time.
At one point, ENSURING BEAUTIFUL FACES.
Then, ENSURING ELEGANCE IN MOVEMENTS.
And WRITING AS MEASUREMENT.
At another point, FUNCTIONAL FASHION.
And recently, CAPTURING IN COUPLETS.
These are not the same. And they all feel important to me. And pull me altogether it feels.
Will Google ever be able to rank its search results based on the quality of couplets and poems written on a web-page?
No?
There you have the quality of the engine and the quality of commerce promoted by the engine.
Disagree? Sure. Write a couplet of disagreement, can you?
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
Company while moving, sitting, working… Company.
Next greatest gift? Am divided between these two options: an intriguing book or a luscious kiss.
There’s always enough time to not have to resort ‘either or’. 3 ‘and’ gifts. Am I smart?
What colleges have you attended?
I wonder why anyone would be interested in knowing the colleges I attended.
I attended a college to do my Bachelors in Commerce. I didn’t even question why the degree is title Bachelors!
Then I attended a college for entrepreneurship. You can’t undergo a systematic study of entrepreneurship to become an entrepreneur. That causation is very suspect to me.
And the I attended another college to study Marketing Communication. They do not have a course to create couplets there. Would you believe it!
Organic environment feels like bricolage. Doesn’t mean you can’t adopt a palette of hues.
A deliberately adopted palette of hues can make bricolage look organic and beautiful all the same.
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Play and playtime?
Wrestling,
Wrenching,
Coaxing,
These words into good shape,
Shape such that they sound great.
Reading is visuosonic process.
I am misleading you. A little bit.
It is a sonic process.
What is a ‘word’?
It doesn’t change when you are reading, writing or speaking and listening.
While reading you are looking at a word?
While writing you are creating a word in a visual shape?
While speaking you are creating a word in some sound-like thing?
While listening you are hearing a word in se sound-like thing?
After you look at a word while reading, that looking creates a sound. Without that sound, there is nothing. No word, no meaning.
Look serves the sound.
What are your biggest challenges?
Look, at this moment, it is to capture my idea in a rhyming, meter-matched couplet. Been going on days now and I am not yet close to crafting that couplet.
What makes you feel nostalgic?
Motorcycling at certain times of the day, under certain kinds of lights, passing by certain spaces, and the scent, the scent, that scent held by the air around, sometimes carried by the breeze…
I just got the clutch-cable replaced and my motorcycle is sprightly again, as if my legs have resumed fast bowling… Sources of nostalgia are strange I tell you.
I want to write rhymes
I want to play rhymes
I want to work on rhymes
Most of all
I want to dream of rhymes.
I want to dream of rhymes.
When are you most happy?
Finding a good book makes me most happy. But hold on, it isn’t that simple.
It is a sequence of decisions.
I decide to browse titles on certain topics.
Certain titles pique my interest, so I read the descriptions.
Then I sample the book with the most interesting description by reading the first few pages.
I really look forward to the first few pages, usually called preface or introduction. Those first few pages, if they rivet me, I know picking the book up was a great decision. And that really makes me happy.
Nothing like making a great decision.
Mornings and nightly mornings way before dawn…
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