Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

right round

let's see . . . what can I remember . . . it all seems such a daze

Peter called me from Oz yesterday.  Our company - I'm on the board and an officer - enters a new phase in six weeks.  Word is that we'll soon be acquired by one of two of the Fortune ten.  Interestingly, I could make a bundle without doing anything else, if the acquisition overtakes my next steps.  We'll party when the bank clears the check.

As the next phase will involve some commitment, Peter asked what my time would cost.  I told him my full time attention would be at least $200K, and that there would have to be lots of conditions before I even accepted that.  He suggested options which would be very nice if the acquistion takes place. 

I'm worth much more, but I have so many ships sailing and  I like Peter.  Mostly I would love to be paid to visit Australia.

This is living.  This is life.  This is elegance by the mile.

Oh, the posh, posh travelling life . . .

I'm deeping my relaxation level significantly with biofeedback.  I'm reading a tome - Beyond Biofeedback - full of ideas for exploration.  I was developing many of the same ideas, so their experiments saved me considerable trouble.  Biofeedback has incredible potential.  If only I had more equipment.  Damnation, I thought the whole idea of the Wayne Foundation was to make it easier for me to do my experiments.  Alfred!

The kids are over the for the weekend.  Tess brought a gaggle of girls and they left with Cats.  The boys are keeping me company, gaming in my vicinity.  It became actually cold last night - so I poked fun at some of the locals as school is cancelled for an icecube tray's worth of sleet.  Brrr.  ;)

Night slides into place, prepared
I take my jacket and bypass the threshold
Eager to discover as the chilled breeze moves
The aromatic expressions of autumnal delight

Words are so much fun to play.  Come to stay.  Angelic clay.

M

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#1  10 December 2005 - 22:00

 

Travels to Australia and getting paid for it? Ahh...the nice life. It makes me rethink my career aspirations altogether.

solyluna

#2  11 December 2005 - 21:12

 

I am blessed with being a complete failure at failing, somehow maneuvering past every self-destructive impulse I could muster - the less I try, the more I succeed - I don't pretend to understand but the Universe seems to enjoy the way I dance - M

Malinov

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