On a tuesday night in
On a tuesday night in the new year. it's 2002. another new beginning, a time to realize those dreams, or at least dream new ones.
i'm here in copenhagen, still dreaming about working with it applications in the developing world while i slave away in the slightly more mainstream part of the business.
still the same problem, i have all the ambitions to do something radically different, but don't really have the guts to go with them. the will to throw myself at the problem with so much fearlessness and panache, that i can only succeed or fail miserably. i need to borrow some fearless meandering fom someone out there.
on the other hand, in the past year and a half, i have managed to quit a perfectly good and well-paying job, to ship myself to ghana as a volunteer. returning to denmark in april last year i had the guts to try and start my own company in a receding market, just because i couldn't seem to find a job that suited my ambitions, and the dream still hasn't died.
i recently thought, maybe i should start doing some spoken word stuff, you know poetry to music,
try to write some rhymes,
deal them out sour as limes,
in these creative times,
somewhere else to parcel desires
apart from dreams less wires,
in some developing world.
i miss writing more regularly, to have a purpose with writing, to try and express something. maybe i'll be miserable at that more structured style, but maybe it would be fun. i don't know, can't tell, never will.
but maybe i'll give it a try.
oh, and i've decided to see if i cn find somewhere to continue my interrupted studies. highest on my wishlist is the MIT Digital Nations programme, but maybe less can do the job. another idea that i have no idea wether will happen or not, but it gives me something to aim for.
well, so long for now. cheers.
