Wether I have Hemingway's, or Picasso's, or Casanova's touch is another question reserved for mundane Monday morn.
The real question is, can I really produce readable handwriting? This ancient art long forgotten by my keyboard bound fingerlings.
I didn't go for the planner ones, I'm no manager material, am a fracking 21st century software architect. People who don't plan, but dream of how code will change the world on a daily basis.
moleskinned nox
-is $1 enough as a reward for my handwritten twisted ideas?
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Rojan The Ballerina
Life is but a never ending stream of events...
A few days back, my daughter turned 6. Can you imagine that! The tiny lovable little creature I once held in my hands not too long ago is now 6 years old.
Nothing worries me now at this stage, than failing to become a good parent. Raising two kids, defies all the laws of the algorithmic universe. There is no design pattern to get hold of. No tried and true exception blocks. This is randomness in its truest meaning.
But other than that, nothing beats having a family to be a witness to your life here in middle-earth.
daddy nox
- life in the parental universe...
A few days back, my daughter turned 6. Can you imagine that! The tiny lovable little creature I once held in my hands not too long ago is now 6 years old.
Nothing worries me now at this stage, than failing to become a good parent. Raising two kids, defies all the laws of the algorithmic universe. There is no design pattern to get hold of. No tried and true exception blocks. This is randomness in its truest meaning.
But other than that, nothing beats having a family to be a witness to your life here in middle-earth.
daddy nox
- life in the parental universe...
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