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Making lists or the perils of getting older

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I make lists all the time. Grocery lists, to-do lists, to go lists, completed work, uncompleted work, bills paid, bills unpaid; lots of lists. It constantly amazes me this list writing, I used to be able to keep all this stuff in my head. And then, for a while, being re-assimilated into the corporate culture, I went to all this training, we learnt to document, make lists, plan. It seems now like a symptom, a dumbing down. All these things that we knew, reduced to lines on a page. Encouraged not to dream, but to acutalise our dreams by committing them to concrete planning to make them a reality.

Shudder. Because you see, the purpose of my dreaming is to gain respite from this moment. I don’t necessarily want to DO some of the things I dream about, if I did, I would. My philosophy in the last few  years, live in the moment. That does not mean not plan or have long term goals, it is the acceptance that yesterday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream, today is all you have. Instead of constantly being dissatisfied, ever waiting, appreciate the now for what it is. 

And this is what is starting to bother me about all these lists. They are everywhere. I find them in my notebooks, on the microwave, in my handbag, on my computer. My day is constantly being organised around a list, the delineations of time where every moment is planned for. They are reminders, of what might be, what I should or could be doing.  Isn’t it terrible, to be afraid of something as banal as letters/words on a piece of paper or computer screen?


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August 26, 2008 at 6:13 pm

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Lightening BOLT!

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Did you see it? You must have been watching. When I wrote the post below earlier I knew there was a good chance that Usain Bolt was going to go home with the gold. Watching him float down the track, thirty metres from the finish line when he realised he was out in front by a mile, he just cruised home. No one could catch him though Richard Thompson did give him a run in the middle.

As for Richard, you go boy! We know everyone is suddenly going to take credit for your achievement, but boy, you really did it.  It’s been thirty two years since Montreal and Hasely Crawford but I’m pretty sure Crawfie, sitting up in the stands had the hugest smile on his face, genuinely pleased to see another Caribbean boy on the podium.

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August 16, 2008 at 3:05 pm

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Caribbean cook-up

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If you live in the Caribbean or are a part of the Caribbean disapora, at 8:10 am there was good possibility that you were chewing your nails, wringing your hands or whatever it is you do to mitigate stress. As the Caribbean hopes came to the starting line, it did not matter if you were from Ocho Rios or Sangre Grande, eyes were trained on the Beijing Olympics. The Caribbean made an impressive showing, we were everywhere. Truthfully, we were all rooting for our own countrymen but really, it doesn’t matter. They all have all captured our imaginations and our hearts.

Bolt, Burns, Powell, Thompson, Collins, Atkins, Frater and Martina, out of sixteen men starting, eight of them from the Caribbean. We may not realise the significance of this achievement, what does it mean? That in the WHOLE WORLD, the Caribbean, with a combined population less than some large US city, had eight men in the semi finals of the men’s 100m, six of whom are going to be running in the final later today. To all those politicians who fail to see that the Caribbean community must come together in order to have some parity in the world, put that in your pipe and smoke it. 

And it is not only our men who are out there pursing the dream for the Caribbean, Chandra Sturrup, Kelli Ann Baptiste, Sherone Simpson, Semoy Hackett and everybody else I forgot to mention, Caribbean born and bred. They are all uniting us because they are us. 

When the Soca Warriors went to Germany for the 2004 World Cup the entire Caribbean was singing, “win or lose I am a fighter”. We’ve “rallied round the West Indies” no matter how many times they break our hearts, we hope that they’ll get past it and go back to the days of the mighty West Indies Cricket Team.  

So, whatever happens this morning, someone from the Caribbean is going to take home a medal, but we’re all going to rejoice in their achievement.

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August 16, 2008 at 12:53 pm

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