everything recurring

Everything repeats in finite space and infinite time.

"[H]uman psychology is adapted for repeated interactions rather than one-off trades." The Economist: Neuroeconomics, "Money isn't everything", print edition, July 7th 2007

I take this to mean that human psychology intuits space more securely than it does cognitively the issue of time, as behavioural economics and finance establish in hyperbolic discounting. Or perhaps it is exactly the opposite.

baby boy has arrived

Ditto.

abran tus ojos

Discoverers also discover themselves as much as discover new countries or new ways. Yet there must cling some threads of the old for the new to entropy, so to speak, into rediscovery. Of the old. For the forgotten country, whose winds fill the sails of masted ships, outward into the assumed Ultima Thule, has for its drawn out tiresomeness the silvery threads of ancient newness renewed upon occasion by the leavings from its shores, its piers, its dotted glances of its most adventuresome spirits traced on the withering sluices. As to gallows reaching into the crack, the slip, the superfluous cloth, the recitations, the long-awaited ring, notwithstanding clauses, soon most inurringly the return fits as an errand, which for some is done, for others is never done. Once extended, unto the far path of placing a hook, or anchor, or some wire on which to hang a dendrite, for the detritus may be, a trail of some sort for the archeologists, there is no sling mechanically to render the curves and lines asunder. So must the ebb of time entangle now all eyes that have seen before, browbeaten to contempt, and all eyes that have yet to see.

aberration

indefatigable am not
when nightly sleep's the aberration
the crack of dawn greets
adieu to somnolence
as lark on the tree upon
unsoothed brow of annoyance
bays on the winds of worry
at the shrill wake
of traffic of the business below
yet all is silent now
for want of a dream or
dream-like hallucinations
of sleep

prima luce

in the house where i live
before the sun is risen
i kneel at the altar of my soul
to watch the dying night

in peace and harmony
with myself
i look to where the sun departs
and close my eyes
and imagine first light!

coming soon

1- MBA graduation in July (good work!)
2- baby boy arriving in July (good work!)

Inherent contradictions resolve themselves. Laws of thermodynamics and the dialectic, I suppose.

Glad to have been getting sufficient amounts of sleep lately. Storing up for you know what.

Update on the boy: he has progressed well in his piano studies. He has completed the Alfred basic piano series (to Level 4) sometime in the last few weeks and he is being prepped to attempt the RCM (Royal Conservatory of Music) exams. On top of that, he will be starting grade three in September at St Michael's Choir School in the downtown.

At work, I have the unique opportunity to pilot and pioneer the bank's wiki. Wow! It will have to be grassroots work, organisational transformation via wiki culture, with a view to strategic fit and value.

Hopefully I will have more frequent updates.

vox populi, Volkswille

Not on topic--but here is my favorite German poem.

Im Frühling

Hier lieg ich auf dem Frühlingshügel:
Die Wolke wird mein Flügel,
Ein Vogel fliegt mir voraus.
Ach, sag mir, all-einzige Liebe,
Wo du bleibst, dass ich bei dir bliebe!
Doch du und die Lüfte, ihr habt kein Haus.

Der Sonnenblume gleich steht mein
Gemüte offen,
Sehnend,
Sich dehnend
In Lieben und Hoffen.
Frühling, was bist zu gewillt?
Wann werd ich gestillt?

Die Wolke seh ich wandeln und den Fluss
Es dringt der Sonne goldner Kuss
Mir tief bis ins Geblüt hinein;
Die Augen, wunderbar berauschet,
Tun, als schliefen sie ein,
Nur noch das Ohr dem Ton der Biene lauschet.

Ich denke dies und denke das,
Ich sehne mich, und weiss nicht recht,
nach was;
Halb ist es Lust, halb ist es Klage;
Mein Herz, o sage,
Was webst du für Erinnerung
In golden grüner Zweige Dämmerung?
– Alte unnennbare Tage!

Eduard Mörike, 1804-1875