Monday, January 08, 2007


The newspaper: a Sundays consumer in Thessaloniki, a mischievous compass during the first period in Amman, a silent habit at the highway coffee shop of Mecca Str., an eye reliever, a mind snack, a shield of privacy, a blessed PhD supporter, a promise for knowledge, a gratifier of common-place. The Web made me even more sceptical towards it, since i could get the same ambiguous results through the monitor and at no extra cost. But I still keep some real newspaper day per week. As for today, I went through many moods while reading it through and through:
-that poor Egyptian lady that was granted a divorce (what a gain...), once the husband declared that he cannot stop using at home the air-freshener which causes allergy to her. "I have been accustomed in using it".
-the ugly game with the gaz bottles in Amman, that keeps me in relative cold, because the industrialist wants to profiteer b(it is a monopoly for the time being).
- the photos from Iraq (with students in a state of shock and a man holding his bleeding leg)
And then the reminder:
David Bowie has his birthday today, he gets 60. One can hardly believe that Ziggy Stardust got 60. The man who has been inventing his legend and creates stories with the consistency of mythology in brevis. I remembered Olga claiming in her serious voice that anyone who likes him and his songs is a potential schizophrenic. She did not present any justification/explanation for that, so it should be accepted under the value of an axiom. Let it be so:

David Bowie - Sunday Lyrics (heathen, 2002)

Nothing remains
We could run
when the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life
Where the heat goes
Look for the drifters
We should crawl under the bracken
Look for the shafts of light on the road
Where the heat goes

Everything has changed
For in truth, it's the beginning of nothing
And nothing has changed
Everything has changed
For in truth, it's the beginning of an end
And nothing has changed
And everything has changed

[first voice]
In your fear
Of what we have become
Take to the fire
Now we must burn
All that we are
Rise together
Through these clouds
As on wings

[2nd voice]
In your fear, seek only peace
In you fear, seek only love
In your fear, seek only peace
In you fear, seek only love
In your fear, in your fear
As on wings
This is the trip
And this is the business we take
This is our number
All my trials, Lord
Will be remembered
Everything has changed
I adore it, i adore the music, and his voice. And the remix of Mobby I like.


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