My Blog

In a few days it will be 090909. This is an an extremely rare event that hardly ever happens more than once in a man’s life (more common in women’s life), and it has great numerical, astronomical and culinary implication. Don’t miss the date.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers

Lord Byron

The gene can predict who is likely to become a gang member. The discovery is hailed by human right groups, who vow to confront our socially unjust legal system over sentencing gang members for crimes committed by their genes.

Scientist are still perplexed by the origin of the gene, that together with its cousin, the Obesity Gene, seemed to have materialised in the western society out of nowhere – in contradiction to our current understanding of gene theory.

Anonymous source in the intelligence services was heard blaming Al Qaeda biological warfare for the spread of the genes, brining the lack of obesity in their parts of the world as the undisputable proof.

The beauty of the blood-soaked jewellery
Cannot distract the young couple on the travellator
From gazing into each other’s eyes
Longingly.

Not even the screams of the ghosts
Whose organs are burnt
In front of their not-yet-dying eyes
Can stop their passionate kissing.

It was a flicker of a dress
A glimpse
And an argument
That sent them to never see each other again.

While the ravens, feasting on their ancestors stories
Are still waiting
For the return of the days
When warm flesh is served
With every meal.

On top of the mountain facing the sea, where winter wind blew roofs and cars away … 1965

Amongst the fish ponds, where in summer nights clouds of mosquitoes attracted to the light-bulbs turned them dark … 1983

The room in the basement in which two of us would sleep so comfortably in a tiny single bed … 1985

A tin house so cold in the winter that the water in the bathtub turned into a block of ice … 1989

A tiny square room without a window bath or shower, which I shared with three. Did I enjoy the public bath … 1991

Hideaway in the rainforest where the screeching bats on the mango trees kept us awake all night; and so did our baby … 1996

A massive condominium with lifeguards who could not swim, but were concerned with babies floating petals in the water …1999

An English village, so English that even the English themselves could not believe that such Englishness still existed. It was the house where I passed the change of the Millennium

A white castle with a living room the size of a basketball field. We turned it into a kids’ gym, but the neighbours did not approve … 2003

A blue house where my son found lizards bigger than him in the backyard. We never kept them for long … 2005

It’s these ten houses and the many others I have lived in that made me realise that it’s who I am and not where I am that matters.

Did you hear about the Zen Master who goes
up to the hot dog vendor and says, "Make me
one with everything"?

Some people are so well organized and planned ...
I am glad I’m not one of them