It's summer, and have been upto very typical summer-y tasks one might think of -- a new bicycle, new errands, new holidays and perhaps new day-time dreaming. It's funny, that in rather tropical zones, I happen to love the night for the sheer calm that sets in almost instantaneously; whilst in the more temperate summer, I can barely distinguish between night and day..
First things first, what is with Formula One?! Short answer -- nothing. This is after all Formula One, with the perennial tradition of blitz, controversy, money and emotion, that is never going to fade -- bring on a new F2
to replace GP2, or had Mosley even lost his vote; Formula One would still stay, encompassing the baggage it is destined to carry with (pride?!) fortitude. While I was indeed pondering about the future of Formula One, and the bulkiness of new baggage piling on season after season, it just unfolds to our senses just how the sport survives, on a wee strand of DNA, which is more than enough to propel the sport to the heights it is destined to stay at. All that said, I am still not a fan of Formula One; just perhaps a very very unbiased spectator... still!
Two-wheels: This is what humans do to look superhuman. Perhaps it is simply easier for my little mind to come to terms with the edge one's got to deal with on just two wheels, no radio, no pit stops, and just the track before you. That whole debate about traction control -- should it be there, should it not, well, I have my opinions. Shut it off, I'd say to cheer on the most talented humans out there, but again this just gets as oxymoronic as can be, when machines are designed to be their heavenly best. The only thing that annoys me is the snooze-fest that the "race" turns into, that there is no weekend I can consistently say what is needed to make motoGP as grand as it was many years ago. Nonetheless, if we have no race on track, there is one in the championship standings, which makes this oxymoronic season by far one of the most challenging since ages.
Nature: Go to my other blog, and re-read the posts I have written a year ago. I am just back from a walk in the rose garden, and have never felt better. I still love pinks and reds and violets :(. I just stole a lovely pink button rose. Hush.