Awake

Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see

Jim Morrison, "Awake" from An American Prayer, one of my many favourite albums

The first thing of significance that I saw, was Venus rising above the rooftops; and I saw it while standing on the balcony recording the dawn chorus on my iPod. It's going to be a good day.

This is therefore not insomnia, but a cheerfully-taken decision to rise quite early. Should I happen to go back to bed afterwards, well: that is to be understood as "taking a nap." (Like I said on Thursday, it's all a matter of adopting the right attitude.)

Today's semi-involuntary early rising is probably self-inflicted, I was up until 3am on Friday morning trying to fix a bug in the Hobbyist demo so that I could send it off today, then had an afternoon nap (yet another day off yesterday, how lazy these Germans are), so my internal clock is surely quite confused.

I know that I promised not to write about the w*rld c*p, but WTH. The German government has decreed that every town and village should celebrate the WM by erecting outdoor video screens in public places, f**tball games for the displaying of; and that these should be opened free of charge to the public. I can't imagine that the TV companies were pleased about this, but some governments do occasionally act against the interests of their rich and powerful friends when the interests of the taxpaying public require it (the gentlest of implied nudges at the Americans' brutal, corrupt and incompetent regime). The first game was played last night, I could tell the score by listening to my neighbours' cries of delight and dismay; and as I was standing on the balcony just now, I heard the last of the stragglers walking home from the victory celebrations.