Curling
Thinking about buying shares? Brothel goes public: The Daily Planet is pushing to be listed on the Australian Stock Exchange.
Somewhere between the constant sultry melody of a song and the incessant flow of piano chords patterning themselves to the tip of my fingers, it occurred to me why - after all these years - my friend's mother would turn the television on the same time every night to catch the next episode of some endless, nondescript series in Chinese - why some people I know are hooked on the daily serve of Neighbours or some equivalent weekly soap.
Simply, it is a kind of milestone, a regular ritual, a measure that time is passing - and between these chalk marks, presumably other more meaningful things happen.
I am not a TV junkie and I don't have to be a 'net junkie. I need half a cup of coffee half an hour after I wake, because the day wouldn't feel right otherwise. Perhaps my conscious lack of anchors is a two-edged knife. I get lost being liberated, yet I would perish if moored. In cold winter mornings, I try to get myself out of bed by 7:00 eventhough my body would have preferred to shut down and hibernate. Some days, I run a little late for life.
Posted by sniffles at July 23, 2002 02:53 PM