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The impossible cool.

In the final episode of the TV series Life, there is the most poignant of Zen moments and it provides the perfect summation of both the series and the final episode which is entitled, One.

‘…what we learned as children
that one plus one equals two
we know to be false
one plus one equals one
we even have a word
for when you plus another equals one
that word… is love…’

It still saddens me that there won’t be a Season Three, one plus one may equal one but how do we get to three?

Two plus one? Anyone?

I have been playing the new album non stop for a couple of days and it’s their best effort yet, a fitting end to the trilogy of sorts. I bought the first album coming through LHR and it never grabbed me, I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. A while later I heard, Daft Punk is playin’ in my house, during the opening scene of one of the episodes of Life ( that great TV series) and I was forced to re-evaluate, the album and the band.

There was no need for any of that faffing about this time around, saw it, bought it, played it and I’m still playing – file this one under, ‘quite brilliant,’ even though they don’t hits.

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The project has finally moved through the Define phase and into the Execute phase and it’s as if somebody has just deflated my being, all the life, the angst and the plan-b’ing stops and now I can finally sleep before we stick another coin in machine again and start up the game.

Everybody involved is feeling good, we’ve spent half of the money and now we’ve been given a mandate to spend the rest and complete the work. Nothing is easy, I wonder if I am attracted to/by these projects, I always tend to find myself involved in this kind of activity, I guess, somehow, by hook or by crook you pay for your sins, my most obvious is not having staff.

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For a week and a bit I had water dripping from my ceiling, it took a few days for me to be sure, the drip is in the kitchen, I am never in the kitchen, mostly never. So when a drop of water hit my head I was forced to look up and that’s when I realised that, that was where the water was coming from and not from my fridge which I had suspected. Thankfully it’s stopped now.

I phoned my father to confirm, that there weren’t any pipes in the ‘ceiling’ he said, ‘no it’s the flat above,’ and then proceeded to tell me about their new flat screen TV, 10 seconds later I gave up on that conversation, my mind wondering if a bath was overflowing and whether it was about to fall on me, dispensing some naked body, in the process (nice watch, I’d think tampering with the evidence). I went up one flight to satisfy my imagination and nobody was home.

The next morning after a series of phone calls to the owner who was overseas we managed to get into the flat above and that then triggered a further sequence of events and now thankfully there is no longer water dripping from above.

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Last night I started watching the Breakfast Club but before it got good, I had to switch it off, tonight I think I will finish what I started. The Breakfast Club was my least favourite of the John Hughes directed movies, still I thought I would give it another chance, I suspose, ‘I can change.’

It’s a long shot, put a tenner down, the odds are in your favour.

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Finally and perhaps most profoundly, it’s finally happened to me, I think I am grappling, no that’s not the word, I am coming to realise that I should simply have more faith. A simple enough realisation that has got nothing to do with laziness or procrastination, and I need to practice this in spite of waking up some mornings and seeing that the Yankees lost the ballgame, that’s not the faith that I am talking about.

If a stranger said to me, randomly, ‘where is your faith?’ I would battle, I would have to repeat the question and then later, my faith would wet my head, probably in the kitchen as it came dripping back.

Can’t find my Surfer Rosa cd and that’s not a good thing will probably have to replace it, in time.