coming from behind

i am bitterly disappointed that not a single corporate on this continent thought to take up the obvious and ensure a live feed from one of the most riveting and intense gladiator challenges since ancient rome...

with no satellite the only option was to go back to the future to commentary via streaming audio. it has been extremely tense. the live feed is slightly behind the live score board and i have had to resist the urge to keep watching the numbers change on screen and listen to what is reported.

being enormously impatient i have found that i am listening over the commentators to each shot of a ball trying to visualise who hits what and where.

i am insanely jealous of those in the states watching on espn 360 and those in britain watching courtesy of the bbc all of whom are bound to be are gripped as they witness a moment in the history of the gentleman's game as we sit in the final set at two games each after two tie breakers, two rain delays, most people ignoring the endurance of the defending champion in what is set to be the most intense of final games ever witnessed in the history of this sport...

goose, electric or synthetic

i am stuck in a contradiction, insulated by my own hypocricy...

today i made a vain attempt to balance reason with social responsibility and an innate desire to do right by my 'green footprint'.

in an age of electrical crisis and heightened global awareness i fought animal rights activism with a bid to save the environment and i cant deduce who won.

its freezing down here at the edge of civilisation. driven by a fear of robbing the national grid of its already sparce supply of energy or a creature of all its warmth in the worst of months i allowed a sales assistant to assure me that no animal was harmed during the manufacture of my purchase and that the product was gathered in summer resulting in the fluffy being lying as toasty as i am right now.

i could have gone for a synthetic version. i could have chosen the alternate not as warm unnatural byproduct of some factory out in the back end of china but i abated the voices in my subconscious to believe that this would place me as a contributing cog in the manufacture of harmful cfc emissions and possible violent infringements of human rights and certain labour relations that many citizens of this planet are not granted the protection of.

either path today was a hard one. the belief that the little goose, running free range, was painlessly plucked in the summer and lies warm as i in the winter and that the product is proudly manufactured from all material and persons in a free constitutional democracy lulls me into a false sense of security that i put the right foot forward...