Toluu

Leonardo Boiko’s Diary

Wherein I muse randomly

November 24 2008

— And that one’s Jupiter, I said. It’s not as proud and easily found as the Lucifer, but still, old guy can be clearly told apart from them actual stars, eh? Now there’s something neat. Planets orbit around the Sun…
— You don’t say, he snickered. I proceeded unphased.
— which, from our point of view, means they’re never much far away from the line the Sun traces on the sky. Therefore, if you trace a straight line between all visible planets (in our case, through the pair of them), with luck, that line can approximate the Sun’s, and thus tell you the current places for sunrise and sunset. If I had my subnotebook at hand I’d show that line in a most excellent stellarium.

We kept quiet for a long while, while our pupils dilated and registered the light of smaller and smaller stars. It’s like that with real friends: you can be silent together and yet feel no discomfort or need for small talk.

— It appears to me, he finally said, that in all this your spirit is trying to find itself somewhat desperately, like if awakening from long slumber.
I considered that for a moment.
— That would be correct, old friend. I have little trouble in finding pleasurable occupations, and would be troubled, if anything, to pick and choose only one of them; I’m fond of sawing and sewing, cooking and carpentry, research and brick

25October 21 2008

Then one day you say the wrong thing to the wrong person and bam!, you’re fired
and forgotten,
with barely a word of goodbye from Maya,
blown by the wind in the streets
with the waves of other discarded bourgeois youth,
we the losers.

The machine hungers for new blood.

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A quarter century, and back to the starting point. Not much to show for all the trouble — a couple babies, a resume full of too-short jobs, a few boxes of the antidepressants I now can’t afford, too many books, too much debt. But it doesn’t matter. In the town nothing’s real except the town. It’s morning and grandma is baking me cake.

hm, qual será que eu compro?October 8 2008

October 4 2008

We wanderers are protected by Kron, god of change. If we stay too much time in the same place, Kron will send powerful winds to blow us all the way back. That’s a reminder of our eternal destiny as wanderers.

(A wanderer from Fuurai no Shiren, SNES)

September 29 2008

man I just love Colors for the Nintendo DS :D