pocket change

You may notice something very different about this humble area of the internet. It doesn't involve haircuts or weight-loss, but a brand new layout and look to this very blog! Don't be alarmed, I have not altered my beliefs or repented for my sins, I just decided to change the look and layout to better suit my general mood, which is apparently white, blue and a bunch of ethereal squares. Change is a funny thing. Sometimes things change to the demands of time, sometimes they change out of necessity. Or sometimes it's just a wannabe writer getting bored of the dark background.

You're probably wondering why I didn't change the address. Well, I have two reasons for this:

1. It's not possible, unless I wanted to lose all my precious writings. By lose I mean they stay here and I sojourn to somewhere else, abandoning them like orphans.

2. "pwow" makes for a funny sound when spoken as one word - "pw-ow." Try it! Guaranteed to get people asking questions, or questioning your person. I think it will be great in conversations where surprise and shock need to be exclaimed in a rock singer type screech. Pwoooow!

I consider this new fancy look to be a revolution. Even the title has changed to something less literal and far more subjective; susceptible to changing perspectives, opinions and views on what it actually means and represents. Big words make it seem deep, bear with me.

What does the title, sojourn, mean to you? The small journeys of life that make up the grand scheme from life to death? The brief thoughts and ideas that visit your mind and disappear? Dreaming?

I'll tell you what it means to me: Anything.

And that's exactly what this is all about: anything. Whoa, I know, crazy.

So I'm enjoying being single, unemployed and preventing my brain from exploding. My list of achievements has been added to after I solved two Rubik's cubes (I had a little help, but I get how it works) and am now in the process of solving a 5x5 Rubik's cube (without help). One face done and much swearing to go.

The funny thing about these innocent-looking cubes is how quickly you can get the hang of it and then how fast you forget what's going on and can't figure out how to get your beautiful progress back to where it was. That's where the swearing comes from. It's not to abuse the cube, that would be unfair. It's just a colorful cube wanting to be normal again. No, the swearing is at yourself for turning a face and then altering which side was facing you, and then taking it one step further by forgetting what the hell you did the turn for in the first place. Or maybe it's because I did the red face first and red is an angry colour.

Food for thought!

Right on cue.

- Pary ζ.

no, that's the sound of my heart breaking
but it's ok, I don't mind
it's only a metaphor
my real heart is still beating