What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
Because I may not get a visa to those countries. Neither do I want spies sent to look for me. I prefer to remain anonymous and have little to no problem with border security.
PhD troubles
So I am hardly here these days and it is not by design. I wish I would spend more time reading, liking and commenting on your blogs. I would also love to check on friends to know how they are keeping on. And hope that Nan or Suzzie do not have to carry IDs to prove their Americanness to ICE. I have not followed the shitstorm that is Epstein files.
So last December I received authorisation from my university that I can go and collect data. I thought this process would be easy. Write to the statutory body, get contacts, send questionnaire and wait for responses to trickle in. Shock on me!
First challenge data protection laws. Makagutu we cannot give you the details of our members because of the law and all. Another one, no response two months later. And another, here are the names and contacts details. I send email and then crickets. In a few days I will be at my wits ends if this continues but I have to be patient, I hear. So I will have to strangle a hegoat [details nyuok as my ancestors would say] and hope things work.
So if you dont see me on your wonderful blog, it is this PhD troubling me.
Throw my phone away
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
Or delete all social network apps. How can I do this?
Happy nu year
I haven’t posted here in a long while. In that time, a lot has changed. Trump has done a Putin on Venezuela and is now going for their oil. 2025 has ended, and 2026 has begun. China is getting ready for Taiwan. Maybe Kenya should prepare to take over Uganda and teach them Kiswahili. Who knows how this will end.
Wishing you all a happy 2026, if you believe it is a new year and the rest who know time continues, choose a wish.
Will I be emoyed by the FBI
Are you a good judge of character?
If I said yes? Then we can pass.
But while we are passing, since we are layers and layers of character, can one really claim to be a good judge of character or are our judgements just estimations?
Whilst the old books say don’t judge a book by its cover, but Twain said clothes maketh the man. So the first judgement call is how they dress. Do they smile. Are they loud. And so on.
This is just to say, I am a poor judge of character.
When I wake up alive
When are you most happy?
And go back to sleep alive.
Happy when I spend time with friends
When I hear from friends with whom I have not spoken to in a long time
When my enemies prosper- ๐
There’s no single thing, so to speak, but many little things that make me happy and since I don’t have a happiness measurement scale, all these times and others make me happy.
Arriving home after a long journey.
Finding a drop after a long climb while out cycling.
When I am high on mushrooms.
Happy days everyone.
Bert Erhman retires
And in doing so, goes out with a bang.
Do they even get to 5
Share five things you’re good at.
I have asked myself this question throughout my adult life and I have come to the conclusion I am, like a book I read many moons ago, a man without talent. There’s nothing I am good at.
I tried writing and while I enjoy the process, I must confess I am not any good at it. Half the time, I am not sure I communicate clearly. The other half, I am not sure I know what I am saying.
I am not good at hiking. I love it. But I struggle to come down steep slopes. My descents are slow. Measured and too careful.
I can cycle relatively fast. Am I good at it, no. Far from it. But I love cycling. Same thing with running. I love it, but I can’t run. I have tried running and my legs don’t move as fast as my brain wishes it to move. Is there a difference between me, my legs and my brain? Or we are one? I am confused.
Well, I can drive well. But not too well. I forget to indicate when I am turning, but that is the only thing I don’t do.
For those who are good at something, I wish you well.
Now you see me. Now you don’t
Is the other movie I watched these last days. I have a few movies on illusion and this was really not bad. It is quite riveting. But that’s not why I am writing.
Veronica’s family is accused of cleaning money for all the characters you wouldn’t want to be left with in a room alone through the family diamond business. My question is how did we collectively convince ourselves that gold or diamond is valuable? Is this not the greatest illusion followed by paper money? Without common accent, is not paper money just paper?
In the mahabharata, Krishna tells Arjuna he should look at a mound of gold as a mound of earth. Basically, he should forget illusion. Should humans forget illusion and stop killing each other in the Congo, Sudan for an illusion whose price is determined by a few rich families?
Or maybe there’s something that I am missing?
Are there any new movies anymore?
I enjoy John Wick. I have watched the movies countless times. Don’t ask me the names of the other characters apart from John Wick. In my very simplistic view, Wick goes on this murderous rampage because of a dog and later a car. So yesterday when I watched Sisu, I had this feeling I was watching John wick again.
In the movie Sisu, a Finnish word we are told can’t be translated, this dude goes back home to territory Finland has ceded to Russia following some war. Can’t recall which one. But there’s a Russian who wants this poor man dead. This poor man and his dog, however, are committed to staying alive at all costs.
There are lies, then there’s Sisu. There are so many scenes that are problematic, that unless you have suspended judgement, you can’t enjoy Sisu.
Still, I enjoyed the violence and the ending. That dude was so committed to his past, he was going to everything in his power to save a part of that history.
Have you watched Sisu and what do you think?
Random thoughts 