Reremember

Who is the opponent?
He doesn't exist.
A new blog by a familiar face
Why does he not exist?
Because he is a mere dissenting voice to the truth that I speak.

- The Great Debaters (2007 film)

Naivete

Sometimes I just want to not know.

Flowers

Since I'm going to be away much just a final word of warning to those currently schoolin'.
I sincerly hope I don't sound too old.

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The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.

Lyrics from Flowers are Red (1978)

Airport

Trying to send someone off at the airport yesterday morning taught me two invaluable lessons.
The air-conditioning hums above you, a silent tune no one else appreciates
Lesson one is as follows: Walking around the airport in the morning gives you plenty of opportunities to reflect upon a lot of things.
Meanwhile the smell of hashbrowns get to me
But instead, I spent about two hours sitting on a too-high-chair sipping McDonald's coffee feeling slightly melancholic.
At least I got through two cups and a good deal of The Raw Shark Texts again.
so I get up and take a walk along the arrival rows, coffee in hand
Whenever I'm bored or am drinking coffee, I take a look around and try to guess where the people sitting around me come from. It's a slightly-boring kind of atmosphere: you know it's full of activity but you're very detached and nowhere near it. It's almost like you're a casual observer, and the world mumbles its daily talk, rotates, moves on all around you.
Lesson two: check whether "meet at 9" refers to "9am" or "9pm".
It's very serene, somehow.