Blue or Red?

If you could take a daily pill that would profoundly speed-up the manifestation of all your dreams, would you take it without fail?

Yes, I thought so.

What if it was a big, ugly pill that took 5 minutes to dissolve on your tongue, and it tasted like medicine. Would you still do it?

Yes, all of your dreams…

Thought so too…

But what if during those 5 minutes each day you couldn’t watch TV, or talk with friends, or distract yourself in any way from your chore?

OK, what if you could skip the pill bit entirely, but instead you had to set aside 5 minutes a day to visualize, in a dark and quiet room, seeing your life unfold as if all your dreams were coming true, and for good measure you had to say or do something, each day, that implied the same?

No, you can’t go back to the pill idea.

Yours,
The Universe

From http://thisinspired.me

FUCK THIS

I am pretty sure I never uttered the words, "When I grow up, I want to become the person that writes meaningless drivel that tries to convince people to buy logistics services."

White guys

Made by me. They are my new thing.

Lessons in

... How to destroy a brand....

- Have a bunch of 50 year old people with no experience in branding, or feelings or idea about the definition of "alignment" get together in a room and do a dance I like to call the "political hot shoe shuffle", while simulataneously waving their dicks in the air at any chance they get.


... How to lose career confidence....

- Sit in a room with people of above nature and realise that whoever screams louder and for longer will get what they want. End of story.


... How to blow off some steam....

- Go to Karnivale in Cologne and just pretend for 30 hours that none of this matters when it really really grates on you.

The little jokes the city plays

I was cycling around the city yesterday on my day off, and I rode past the Westerkerk which is right near the Anne Frank house.

It was chiming a little tune, and while I was speeding down the street, dodging tourists, gliding past the canals, the tinkling followed me.

I tried to place the song and melody.

Then, I swore that I had it worked out.

"Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole.

Very suiting since it was Valentines day.

The new direction from the usual

"The day your life changes starts off like any other day..."

This is a quote from something I watched and I can't remember what.

But ain't that the beauty of magic?

Appears out of nowhere, stems from the seed of things planted ambiguously,or unintentionally, and the universe just went to work behind your back while you ate dinner, took showers, drank beer and slept a little.

Yours sincerely

"..., May the muses embrace you."

The wish author Norman Mailer had for Salman Rushdie, in a letter of encouragement that he wrote.

Je ne l'aime pas.

It comes in waves.

But when it comes, it's quite a strong feeling.

It passes, but it returns often.

The annoyance I get when I realise my mother was wrong and should have let me take French in highschool instead of Chinese.

Which I failed.

Even though I regularly cheated.

Everything cool is either German or French.

Bah!