Adopting a shiftless approach to the day hardly qualifies as traditionally acceptable behaviour. Yet such is the nature of my ambition today; that is, an insouciant outlook upon life. It is an unruffled and serene composition, one devoted not to achievement but rather to slap-happy leisure and apathy. The provocation of this aspiring indolence is nonetheless characterized by more than an element of purpose. If one truly wishes to absorb the velvety cool southern breeze, there is with this initiative, as with any preferred objective, a degree of accommodation required. Even enervation, I sadly report, predicts a degree of effort to accomplish meaningfully. Indeed one must disincline oneself from the usual convictions of adult behaviour and adopt instead a near waggish posture, spiriting an acquaintance with one’s erstwhile childish pioneering such as casual sunbathing and idle swimming.  No need to presume the mature gravitation to consult one’s Fitbit or Apple Watch for Workout Details, Active Calories or Elevation Gain. Instead the capitulation is to indolence, uncaring and uninterested.

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It isn’t often that one meets a man of many parts; and, it is less often that one is aware of having done so. The collision of both the privilege and the benefit are infrequent and fleeting; and they are as easily and as swiftly mistakenly overlooked. I have today upon modest reflection exceeded that social ignorance, a transcendence which no doubt will prove as ephemeral as its accidental appearance and my unwitting absorption. It is nonetheless an excess I welcome with uncommon satisfaction. The approbation likewise derives from both its nutrition and its singularity. In short it invigorates me to make the gentleman’s acquaintance. In one’s daily life, either because of its anesthetizing mundanity or its blind devotion to repetition or its undervalued frequency of novelty, the occasion for the charm of a box of chocolates or of a man of many parts is truly unique and sophisticated.

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While my diary makes no mention of it, an event occurred in the summer prior to my return to St. Andrew’s College for Upper Sixth Form (1966) which I have never forgotten. One of my friends from St. Andrew’s was Ricardo Schmeichler, whose family was Austrian, but they lived and operated a business in Caracas, Venezuela called PAR (named after their children, Pedro, Alfredo and Ricardo). Ricardo told me that he was going to be in Paris, France for the summer, and since I knew I would be returning to Europe for the summer to spend a month on the Spanish riviera (Costa Brava near Barcelona) with my family before making our way eventually through the Pyrenees to Paris, Copenhagen then Stockholm, I told him to wait for me to arrive in Paris before going up the Eiffel Tower (which he had never visited before).

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Mid-afternoon a vigour overtook me to go to the sea.  It is peculiar the violence was so apparent because I had as is my wont been contentedly lounging by the pool since before noon. Of a sudden however I felt the inner yearning to feel the sting of salt water and to absorb the psychical panorama of the open sea upon the glistening water, unobstructed to the horizon by nothing other than sail boats, fishing vessels and yachts. The sun was yet high – or at least strategically positioned for late afternoon regard, an imperative for languishing in the sea.

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“Fools, that expect your verdant Millennium, and nothing but Love and Abundance, brooks running wine, winds whispering music,—with the whole ground and basis of your existence champed into a mud of Sensuality; which, daily growing deeper, will soon have no bottom but the Abyss!”

Excerpt From
The French Revolution
Thomas Carlyle

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It is perhaps the overbearing reflectiveness wrought by the New Year that prompts me to recall the inexpressible value of friendship.  Where will we be another year from now?  What intervening delights or perils will attach themselves to our natural evolution? What lingering regrets, if any, will persist to haunt us upon our recollection of the past, the people whom we have known, the places we have been, the things we have done?  It is a topical and sometimes burdensome project of reminiscence at this time of year, before the frozen snow is gone or the brown fields have revived their verdant luxury, before the solemn weight of February has disappeared into the earth abandoned by the groundhog, before springtime magically revives our unadulterated purpose and ambition?

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The gusto of the New Year is upon us! For the next several days I shall be overtaken by the promise of novelty and reactive engineering. Last evening in anticipation of this purifying juncture I began my amendment by deleting from my computing devices volumes of files, books and music which are either no longer relevant or which have extended resemblance of any possible utility far beyond conceivable application. In short it was an overall cleanse of whatever texture was within my most frequented sphere. Thus enthused I stole to my lair upstairs. It was long after the firecrackers had stopped at midnight at nearby Baker’s Cay and the erstwhile riotous clamour had subdued to intermittent boisterous echoes only. I hid under the duvet and remorselessly said goodbye to 2022.

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I say this without waver or desire to offend by any perceived standard of indelicacy; viz., it was another awesome day on Key Largo, clear blue sky, a soothing southerly wind and warm beguiling temperatures. The anticipatory chitter-chatter about the pool was the 5:00 pm social gathering at the island point to celebrate the last sunset of the year. “Bring an appetizer to share and your own beverage.”

For me however the New Year’s Eve party started at 3:30 pm this afternoon,  the moment I tricycled back home following a day of solar absorption and lighthearted conversation while wallowing nonchalantly in the pool. Nor was the festive buoyancy the evident prolongation of sunshine after surpassing the Winter Solstice. The sunlight yet streamed brilliantly above the tops of the palm trees when only days before it had mournfully threatened to dissolve into obscurity.

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One day long, long ago before the sky had clouds, in a time when touching was a means of communicating, a little boy named Lex met a little girl named RayRay. RayRay was a very pretty little girl with ten toes and blonde braided hair.

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Anyone who has conducted an insightful examination of global history soon discovers that the theme of benefit is governed by interested parties. These two polar elements of existence – advantage and control – are in the result effectively in the hands of whomever is at the steering wheel. The alignment is as elemental as nutrition and appetite; that is, people (like any animal) are instinctively governed in what they eat by what they want to eat. This paradigm is however changing. Which is not to suggest or pretend like Pollyanna that people are becoming more altruistic or beneficent; rather that appetites are changing albeit predominantly unwittingly.

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