Confessions of Guest Author #2 January 16, 2009

Oh Tirunesh you crack me up like no other blog aspires to!

Perhaps it is because I can picture you typing away, deep in thought, taking it out on the keyboard.

Perhaps it is because I LOVE metaphors and this one on Thermodynamics deserves to be recognized as a great one!

I mostly use metaphors to express myself to people with situations, events and analogies to stimulate a very different and “purer” form of comprehension, uncompromised by mere letters summoned together in the hopes they can express a feeling or an idea.

No wonder the word metaphora is a Greek word meaning “transfer”!  The popular “Copy” and “Paste”, CTRL + C and CTRL+ V duo should be replaced by CTRL + M all together!

I have a dream that one day we can all be like David Strorm from The Chrysalids novel where we can just communicate with each other via telepathy and the expression “lost-in-translation” will be no more.

Until then, we have metaphors…

Misadventures of Guest Author #1 July 25, 2006

Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law says that while one may spend their weekend trying to reenergize and organize one’s quarters, on Monday evening one will happily decide to accompany a friend on a round-trip to Montreal so that said friend may pick-up her parents arriving on an international flight, this trip will take the entirety of the evening and upon returning home one will be too tired to do the minor tidying up and dishes which are again beginning to accumulate; at 2:45am a thunderstorm from Hell will be conjured directed above one’s apartment, and the ensuing onslaught will keep one tossing until at least 4:30am; when one’s alarm rings at 6:50am it will begin to appear to be an excellent idea to call in sick, for surely anyone would feel sick running on less than four hours of intermittent sleep; yet one will remember that there are a number of things waiting at work and even an appointment in the late afternoon, and while this appointment is not at the office, the required documents for said rendezvous are sitting expectantly on one’s desk; one will therefore suck it up and get out of bed; it will of course be raining and thus one will decide to opt for bus over bike; as one is about to dash out the door, knowing that there are mere seconds between catching and not catching the bus, one’s well-meaning landlord will apologetically announce that there will be a realtor viewing one’s apartment today; one will immediately turn on their heel and bee-line back to their apartment which while not a complete disaster is nonetheless not in ‘viewing’ condition; one will now know that all hope of getting to work on time is lost; one will accept this as fact and opt to buy a coffee on the way to wait for the bus; one will then notice that they are in need of bus tickets; coffee in hand one will walk the next block to the ‘Quik-Mart’; on the door of the ‘Quik-Mart’ there will be a sign reading: “Back in 5mins”; at this point one will certainly not have 5mins to spare; one will therefore run to catch the bus currently rumbling down the street, and begrudgingly pay the full $3.00 fare as opposed to the $1.95 ticket fare; one will calmly inform the bus driver that this fee is the stupid tax for not having bus tickets at hand; had one simply stayed in bed there would still have been a realtor knocking on the door mid-morning, and while one felt rested on Monday, one feels wrecked on Tuesday, so says Murphy’s Law.