The past is just that

I used to know this young women in university. We protested against Apartheid, we danced until dawn at local clubs, we talked, laughed and cried about the future and the past. We debated religions endlessly. Huddled our bodies in the cold North American nights.

Sometimes i think i miss her only but I really miss that time in my life. She has grown into a great women who i hope still looks at the moon and wonders...

Words to live by...

"Be more concerned with your character than with your reputation. Your character is what you really are while your reputation is merely what others think you are." John Wooden

Today is like every other day

I am very grateful for the wonderful life I have. I won't live forever. Everything is not perfect. I could afford to lose a few pounds but I am grateful none the less...

I read "If the World Were a Village": A Book About the World's People by David Smith the other day. It does tend focus the mind onto unfamiliar territory for most North Americans. It certainly adds perspective as I type on my MAC laptop connected to the internet wirelessly all the while watching TV in my house.

When did I become that guy?

namaste...

The price one pays...

The price one pays for pursuing any profession, or calling, is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
James A. Baldwin

And I work in the video game industry...