Yeah right. And pigs fly. The zippo lighter is supposed to light and stay lit in any conditions, work as new for many years, give pleasure and company blah blah blah. Yes, I'm indeed pissed off. The reason? Why, my newest zippo pipe lighter. Usually I use matches to light my pipe, but walking outside, in the embrace of nature, one is at mercy of its forces. Like wind. So I got me a shiny, new zippo. To be able to say "gotcha" to the wind. Not bloody likely. I can't even get it to ligh...

So there am I again, sitting in front of my oh-so-beautiful keyboard, listening to Bach (jazzed up, that is) and drinking a nice darjeeling. Asking myself why oh why don't they teach us more about music in schools? The subject came up casually... I bought a new record (the aforementioned jazzed-up Bach by the Jacques Loussier trio); I put it on and started explaining to someone what is playing. Right... its classicall music, but not really classic, as it's played in "jazz" style. What's d...

Yep, I meant the "best jazz album of all time", Kind of blue by Miles Davis. Since a few months now I'm an avid listener of jazz. Discovering new frontiers of music every day. New artists, new styles, new... stuff. And Miles definitely had to come up eventually. Anyway, the other day I got meself the acclaimed masterpiece and shoved it into the CD player. Wasn't really impressed, so I laid it aside for awhile, to let it cool. That was, of course, before I read the "best jazz album of all time...

I came up with something that itches me always I'm asked for my opinion. Opinion. Of course you have the right to be opinionated, but your opinion is definitely wrong. Or not? Well, I shall not discuss the right to think freely. Often I'm asked my opinion on a subject. A subject that, well, may be known to me, or may not. And often I find myself in a position where I'm unable to give an answer. Why? I do not have an opinion on that subject. I've never thought about it. Or I did, and it jus...

I created my very own blog. A small refuge for my thoughts, feelings and other blue tangerines inside the vast universe that is the internet. Why do I seek self-expression in such a form? Well, I... like to type. Seriously. My keyboard is really comfortable. But is this all? No, indeed it is not. I've always felt a need to vent my inner world. I think my thoughts are clearer on paper. And, once they're written down, I have a proof of my existence. In essence - I leave some scratches in this ...