Thursday, July 21, 2011
After 11,542 words
there's no other way to go but home. to leave the bulk of a slingbag and exchange it with the smaller black oakley, enough to carry this coin purse, this wallet and the house keys. to just go around the small district mall in kardinya where the waft of coffee and cappuccino makes me salivate but tests once again, my endurance on food i used to crave for. the 'treat' was to just do nothing cerebral, to shun away from readings, and transcripts and microsoft word even for a half a day. brain work would just be limited to how logic works in the minds of Inspector Morse and the classic Sherlock Holmes of 221 Baker Street. against these, the range of CSI series are of no match because here the work of logic is made to work by thinking through the motives and connections, without the aid of technology, which seems to be the lord of criminal detection, nowadays, well as far as it is portrayed on TV. nevertheless, this is how i spent the whole afternoon, away from the bondage of the PhD. after writing 11542 words in the last two weeks.