kenilworth from cryfield | university of warwick | coventry
Uncle T
5 Feb 2009
Whitescapes: aching for my wonderland 7:46 pm
I sit by my window, with my camera, as my friends throw snowballs at my windowpane. I'm safe. I smile.
I left home early this morning for the dance studio. As I stepped out, I was struck by a white blanket. A blanket that covered everything, There was no grass, no path, no shoe prints, just white. I smiled.
As the morning unfolded, many more awoke to whitescapes from their bedroom windows, and I'm sure, too, they smiled. A man falling of his bike, snowmen across what once were grass patches, snowball fights, slippery streets, cautious cars, unconcerned ducks wadding around...
Yet, there was a sadness that lingered. A quiet, subtle one that sat silently in the corner. Not upsetness but a sadness. A melancholy that freezes the heart; so frozen that the hand hurts when it beats the heart.
Wouldn't it be nice to have warm tea, toast, juice for breakfast in a warm kitchen, as you gaze out to the gentlemanly snowscape? I smile at the thought of someone in the empty chair next to me. But who?
Uncle T
I left home early this morning for the dance studio. As I stepped out, I was struck by a white blanket. A blanket that covered everything, There was no grass, no path, no shoe prints, just white. I smiled.
As the morning unfolded, many more awoke to whitescapes from their bedroom windows, and I'm sure, too, they smiled. A man falling of his bike, snowmen across what once were grass patches, snowball fights, slippery streets, cautious cars, unconcerned ducks wadding around...
Yet, there was a sadness that lingered. A quiet, subtle one that sat silently in the corner. Not upsetness but a sadness. A melancholy that freezes the heart; so frozen that the hand hurts when it beats the heart.
Wouldn't it be nice to have warm tea, toast, juice for breakfast in a warm kitchen, as you gaze out to the gentlemanly snowscape? I smile at the thought of someone in the empty chair next to me. But who?
Uncle T
untitled | Part 1.5 7:07 pm
He walked out into the snow, praying it would wash him clean. And yet, he comes back with slush and grime on his heavy boots.
Uncle T
Uncle T
"of grand gestures & truly loving" 6:58 pm
"Wake up. Smell the roses; they are decaying. Cankered by your ego, your petaled ideals are dying. You say you love her, but with your presence you trap her, torment her! You stain the white snow with your grand gestures, but the greatest act of love, you cannot do. You cannot let go. You have made her a prize, an objective, you cannot lose. Through this, you truly lose the passion and spirit of the one you so love. Dare to love her, dare to let her go. And perhaps only then will you get a true shot at loving, and being loved."
- a line from somewhere
Uncle T
- a line from somewhere
Uncle T
4 Feb 2009
a requiem... 9:00 am
my heart bleeds
for him.
i find no way of sending my
condolences, yet my eyes
cry for him, my heart
aches for him and
his loss. i want to be there.
for him.
may the Almighty carry
him and his family on
His Wings.
Amen. Amen.
for him.
i find no way of sending my
condolences, yet my eyes
cry for him, my heart
aches for him and
his loss. i want to be there.
for him.
may the Almighty carry
him and his family on
His Wings.
Amen. Amen.
sunset | hurst | university of warwick
Uncle T
3 Feb 2009
Are the streets of New York still paved with gold? 8:52 pm
Economic jargon
A government earns its revenue annually from many means, mainly through taxes and fees collected, but also through returns on investments and other sources. They also spend annually, called government spending, on infrastructure, businesses and on other things that will look after the welfare of the people it governs. But when a country spends more than what it earns, this is called a budget deficit. To fund this deficit, to get money to spend beyond its means, a government has to borrow, and that is called public debt. It is called "public debt" because the public, the taxpayer, the yous and mes, have to pay for this spending.
The Great Deficit: is it fair to future generations?
In 1990, the annual deficit of America was at $220.4 billion. In just the first 3 months of 2009, the American government is expected to borrow already more than double that of $493 billion. I say again, that figure is for just the first 3 months of this year. With this deficit set to grow at ridiculous rates in the year to come, imagine the billions of snow-balled debt the American public has to pay in terms of debt through their taxes. Not just this generation, but the next, and the next.
To put it into perspective, this means that every baby born with an American citizenship will inherit a public debt, at least in this generation. Not accounting for private debt that families owe, mortgages and their own daily bills to pay.
Gold? Or fallen icons and burdens?
Is New York then still paved with gold, the way our forefathers thought it was? Today, I think, the streets of New York are paved with fallen corporate icons and the burdens of imprudence.
Uncle T
A government earns its revenue annually from many means, mainly through taxes and fees collected, but also through returns on investments and other sources. They also spend annually, called government spending, on infrastructure, businesses and on other things that will look after the welfare of the people it governs. But when a country spends more than what it earns, this is called a budget deficit. To fund this deficit, to get money to spend beyond its means, a government has to borrow, and that is called public debt. It is called "public debt" because the public, the taxpayer, the yous and mes, have to pay for this spending.
The Great Deficit: is it fair to future generations?
In 1990, the annual deficit of America was at $220.4 billion. In just the first 3 months of 2009, the American government is expected to borrow already more than double that of $493 billion. I say again, that figure is for just the first 3 months of this year. With this deficit set to grow at ridiculous rates in the year to come, imagine the billions of snow-balled debt the American public has to pay in terms of debt through their taxes. Not just this generation, but the next, and the next.
To put it into perspective, this means that every baby born with an American citizenship will inherit a public debt, at least in this generation. Not accounting for private debt that families owe, mortgages and their own daily bills to pay.
Gold? Or fallen icons and burdens?
Is New York then still paved with gold, the way our forefathers thought it was? Today, I think, the streets of New York are paved with fallen corporate icons and the burdens of imprudence.
Uncle T
2 Feb 2009
untitled -Part 1- 7:06 pm
He stood at the bend in the road, against the single lamppost. If you didn't pay attention, you might not even notice him. Cars taking might have slowed down if they noticed him, but they didn't. The odd passers-by walked past, realising he was there only after. He was waiting.
It was a cold night. The firm wind gave intent and direction to the snow flakes, making the tiny white specks cut through the air like a charging Roman cavalry. If you listened carefully, you could hear the trees groan like the falling soldiers under the Roman charge. Yet, he stood there, against the lamppost, waiting.
He looked up at the trampling hoofs of the snow. He looked down at his black coat, and saw it riddled with white bullet holes of snow. He did wonder if anyone noticed him, whether he would die there alone, how long he would wait. He was expecting the car to arrive 5 minutes ago.
Uncle T
It was a cold night. The firm wind gave intent and direction to the snow flakes, making the tiny white specks cut through the air like a charging Roman cavalry. If you listened carefully, you could hear the trees groan like the falling soldiers under the Roman charge. Yet, he stood there, against the lamppost, waiting.
He looked up at the trampling hoofs of the snow. He looked down at his black coat, and saw it riddled with white bullet holes of snow. He did wonder if anyone noticed him, whether he would die there alone, how long he would wait. He was expecting the car to arrive 5 minutes ago.
Uncle T
is it possible? 1:04 am
is it possible?
to share a moment of impulse?
with no regrets, no what-ifs, no consequences
but embrace that moment of sweet memory, of youth?
is it possible?
i hope it is.
Uncle T
to share a moment of impulse?
with no regrets, no what-ifs, no consequences
but embrace that moment of sweet memory, of youth?
is it possible?
i hope it is.
Uncle T