Sunday, February 6, 2011

Talking and not talking

Sometimes, talking about stuff helps. Clears the mind, makes the unknown something you can grasp and make peace with.

And sometimes, talking does not help at all. It makes your life about what happened, lets your thoughts turn around in what is now, and makes it more difficult to find a way forward.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Negotiating marriage contracts yourself?

Negotiating your marriage contract yourself might sound like a good idea, until you comprehend all the legal expertise and wrangling of different interests that goes into one.

I mean, do you really want to spend your pre-marriage honeymoon time haggling with your sweetie over how your common property might be divided after a death or divorce?

Or would it be much nicer if you knew Somebody Else with your best interests at heart will sort out an advantageous deal for you?

This is something I believe us Matari do better than the Gallente.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Ship fit availability

All too often, when I need a ship with a specific fit, I do not have one. Or if I do, the fit is somehow out of date or missing something.

At times like this, making a list of stuff I want to have fitted and ready at all times sounds like a very good idea. At other times, I suspect it would be a very long list, exhausting to actually implement.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Ghost pains

It is said that if a limb is cut off, you get ghost pains. It hurts where the missing limb should be.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Sense of time

There is a new Matari channel, Circle of Tribes. I was there yesterday.

Listening to the discussion made me realize how different sense of time capsuleers have from regular people - people of the clans, of the tribes.

For many capsuleers a year is a long time, five years almost like an eternity. For a non-capsuleer, five years is short. For a clan, a tribe, five years is like nothing, hardly significant in the succession of generations.

Yet, capsuleers make so much noise about their supposed "immortality". Immortality, when the technology itself has been in use for only seven years? Immortality, when one cannot even remember events that happened five years back?

Such infinite arrogance.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Where no bird flies

Light wrapped by dark
Chains of air crisscrossing
Where no bird flies


(Ryuna Rai, "Of stations")

Looking for new music.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy new year 113

Happy new year 113!

It was a good party.