Tuesday, February 17, 2004
So much to write, so little time
Ten minutes. Is the amount of time I have left before my PAID FOR internet hour expires.
So it's come to this. Me, in an internet cafe.
My computer, having spectacularly expired in a small gout of smoke (okay, no smoke) has left me marooned and internet-less, cast adrift in the information age, in a sea of seclusion.
Naturally, as dawn broke the next day (which would be today) re-minisce was spotted dragging his behemoth computer to the internet cafe cum repairshop next to his house for immediate ressurrection. Lazarus, come forth!
Anyway, re-minisce has a lot to write about but not enough time to write it. In fact he can't even remember what he wanted to write.
7 minutes thirty seconds.
A&E continues to be enjoyable. Re-minisce suspects he's doing something very wrong. 1 patient an hour. Is this really an A&E or what? Re-minisce abandons his usual practise of seeing minors patients in ten minutes, since that just leaves him with fifty minutes of twiddling his thumbs waiting for the next patient to arrive in A&E. Because, of course, the universal rule holds true that just taking that coffee mug out of the cupboard causes fifteen patients to materialise from the ether in the waiting room, all at once.
Sunday service, followed by Sunday mass raised many more troubled questions in re-minisce's mind. The anglican sermon was dark and forboding, and not in the least interesting. But oh, so true. Jerricho slaughtered at the hands of the Christians, because they would not repent. our God, not a benign God offering salvation from our deaths at our own hands -- but an active God, dealing death to those who fail to repent.
It's the age old question of the mug, half empty, half full. Does God slaughter the unrepentent, and spare the god-fearing? Or do we slaughter ourselves in our nihilism and hedonism, only to turn to God for salvation from ourselves.
And strangely, the Catholic mass preached tolerance.
Strange world. thirty seconds. This is re-minisce, signing off for now.
Ten minutes. Is the amount of time I have left before my PAID FOR internet hour expires.
So it's come to this. Me, in an internet cafe.
My computer, having spectacularly expired in a small gout of smoke (okay, no smoke) has left me marooned and internet-less, cast adrift in the information age, in a sea of seclusion.
Naturally, as dawn broke the next day (which would be today) re-minisce was spotted dragging his behemoth computer to the internet cafe cum repairshop next to his house for immediate ressurrection. Lazarus, come forth!
Anyway, re-minisce has a lot to write about but not enough time to write it. In fact he can't even remember what he wanted to write.
7 minutes thirty seconds.
A&E continues to be enjoyable. Re-minisce suspects he's doing something very wrong. 1 patient an hour. Is this really an A&E or what? Re-minisce abandons his usual practise of seeing minors patients in ten minutes, since that just leaves him with fifty minutes of twiddling his thumbs waiting for the next patient to arrive in A&E. Because, of course, the universal rule holds true that just taking that coffee mug out of the cupboard causes fifteen patients to materialise from the ether in the waiting room, all at once.
Sunday service, followed by Sunday mass raised many more troubled questions in re-minisce's mind. The anglican sermon was dark and forboding, and not in the least interesting. But oh, so true. Jerricho slaughtered at the hands of the Christians, because they would not repent. our God, not a benign God offering salvation from our deaths at our own hands -- but an active God, dealing death to those who fail to repent.
It's the age old question of the mug, half empty, half full. Does God slaughter the unrepentent, and spare the god-fearing? Or do we slaughter ourselves in our nihilism and hedonism, only to turn to God for salvation from ourselves.
And strangely, the Catholic mass preached tolerance.
Strange world. thirty seconds. This is re-minisce, signing off for now.
