As mentioned in the previous post, I’ve “been busy”.
All self inflicted, for the most part. I’ve been going to quite a few seminars and talks over the last month which are pretty much equivalent to brain marathons. They as much drain your mental acuity as they lift you up spiritually. It’s a fair trade.
I had the opportunity to attend one of Eckhart Tolle’s talks in the Methodist Central hall in Westminster. The architecture of this building is astounding, and like Eckart quipped “it’s not so much the space you see, but the empty space you don’t see” , I could truly appreciate all of its aspects.
It’s also ironic that the spot he was sitting in (centre stage, on a chair, dead upright) is right in the middle of the “old world”, in a sense, with Parliament and Westminster Abbey and all these historical sites that have been the anchor for western society for centauries. It seems like an appropriate spot for the new human consciousness to develop. In his own words, he didn’t choose the venue… “that’s just how it happened”. It was a wonderful chat, a whole hall of about 2000+ people all tuning into one, single frequency. Spooky.
On the living arrangements front, they where toying with the idée of moving. (note: they) Now, if travelling is a cluster fuck, moving has to be the grand-daddy of cluster fucks! The first step of course is actually finding a place worthy of my awesomeness, with enough room for a dungeon, place to hang the toys and little GIMP-sized doors for the minions. Not that they’re allowed outside, in any case…
All while stalling the current landlord while you do so. Oh, and August and September is the absolute worst time to look for a place, since all the rat-bastard students are jumping at any open spot, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. And don’t even get me started on real estate agents. I have lots of stories to tell, none of them good.
As an added service: NEVER, EVER deal with Foxtons! They are the devil, dishonesty personified and weasely, saddle sniffing mother fuckers.
/end rant.
In the end, we decided we ain’t going nowhere. The ingrates also found new appreciation for our current apartment (moving was never my idea, I did emphasize “they”). This is what you get when you humour fools.
In between the rush-for-an-apartment-two-step every weekend was full of activities, ranging from birthdays to sports. If you’re not living under a rock you’d know that the Rugby World Cup has started, so life is exceptionally good. Last weekend was pretty much sporting bliss in my opinion, what with a whole weekend of back to back rugby AND F1. This weekend promises more of the same, looking forward to it. SA is playing England (losers) and I simply cannot wait for the amount of hurt we’re going to bring them. The media over here is so freaking biased it should be illegal. I guess it’s like that for each country, but in England’s case, they have a supreme disconnect with reality.
Oh, and in other news, I’m going to France from about the 11th of October through to the 24th. My dad and a few buddies are touring France, checking out the wine farms and war memorials (in a Winnebago, no less!) and of course the Semi- and Final rugby games. It was very last minute for me, I literally decided 2 weeks ago that I’ll join them. My intention was to only go along for the touring part, watching the rugby in a pub or whatnot. Turns out: I HAVE TICKETS!! FOR BOTH THE SEMI AND THE FINAL!!
“Holy shit Batman, how cool is that?!”
Very cool. Very very cool. Awesome… as it where.
And, if the ecstasy of the above scenario wasn’t enough, I also have this bad, baaaaad boy incoming: Touch me!
The answer to your question is: Yes, it is good to be the king.
[G], out
Stir it up, little darling
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