Is the end nigh?

A tsunami hurtles towards Hawaii as I write this, still updating my newspaper with the death toll from the Chilean earthquake, which at plus 8 on the Richter is a monster. There is a storm here in the UAE as well. A strange storm it is as well, sand storm mixed with thunder storm. Yeah, all kinds of shit happens in Dubai. Point is, you have to feel like there is a major global catastrophe brewing. Maybe the Mayan Indians (or was it the Incas) got it right, Maybe the world is going to end in 2012. Can’t wait!

Let's talk about sex, baby!

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Now tell me, is it better than 99? A chick writing about sex, and badly at that, has already made headlines across the world. It's just not interesting.
Boy, are we suckers for sex (every pun intended).
Of course I’m tempted. Of course I’ve thought about it. But what would I call the blog.
Sexcapades of a 36-year-old diabetic, recovering alcoholic-drug addict, prone to massive debt and gambling, journalist, father of three?
Is that how I see myself? No. But that’s a blog you’d read, right? The art of sex writing, here I come.

I mean, really, what did i think was going to happen?!

The name for my book – What did you think was going to happen?!
It’s about my life and me challenging common sense, power of convention and the two-plus-two of life with the vehemence of someone trying to disprove the law of gravity. I mean, really, what did I think was going to happen?!
The romantic notions that make up my persona and cloud my judgement suggest lying down and dying like a martyr (cue Dido’s White Flag).
But, that would make me like the Irish then, who would much rather die for their beliefs than live for them. Tempting.

Thank you for the music...

I’ll say this for the UAE: it allowed me the chance to watch almost every great musician of the last 30 years 'live'; especially from the '80s, the ones that I grew up with.
I get this sense that my tour of duty in the Gulf is coming to an end. I also get the sense that if I stick around, I will catch every great live act alive. The place is a piss-poor excuse for anyone with half a soul. But, Sting will be here soon, and then, Rod Stewart. Now dat is da shit I’m takin’ ‘bout.

Right call, wrong life

I love to see predictions of mine come true. Or, general behaviour have a certain societal effect that I saw coming when I was in my mother’s womb. However, I like to see this happen ‘out there’, in other people’s lives. Mainly because my predictions are dire. I mean, who really gets excited about a happy ending?
So over the past two days when I found the butterfly effect unfolding in my life, I was horrified. Heard about the train crash in Belgium? Well the butterfly effect is that I could lose my job stemming from that. Stay tuned.

Why save the tiger?

Is the whole global warming saga the biggest lemon being sold today? I’ve been watching the saga unfold and have put off having any more children or buying
a car for now.
For the first time man is interfering with evolution of a world and multi-species. The homosapien is trying to determine the outcome of a process s/he did not start. Is that good?
Maybe we should not save the tiger. If you were around when the velociraptor existed would you want to save it? So why save the tiger? Just because you don’t live in the jungle anymore.

Ain't that a kick in the balls!

Have you ever set yourself up for the biggest kick in the balls ever? I’m talking way beyond going out on a limb, eggs in one basket, bridges burning and the kitchen sink flying through the air.
I’m talking about living in such denial of an event eventually happening, that when it does, it’s like… you have no reaction because it was just, so, not in your sphere of reality. There is no point of reference to have any comprehension or reaction.
I should be bent over gasping for breath, in pain. But I just do not get it.