Blasts from the past and other matters

From the sublime to the ridiculous:

I ought to mention here that the sinister cult leader Noel Edmonds believes that writing your personal ambition down on a slip of paper and carrying it around in your wallet/pocket book makes all your dreams come true.

He attributes the lack of success on the part of certain contestants on his TV show "Deal or No Deal?" to what I can only define as a negativity of outlook.

If we were all more like Noel Edmonds, clearly the world would be a better, brighter place.

In A Hundred Years of Solitude there's a character who touches the ice for the first time when he was a kid. "Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

I have this feeling sometimes, that some moments belong to other moments.

Llueve

¿En qué ayer, en qué patios de Cartago,
cae también la lluvia?


Rains

In what other day, what Carthaginian yards,
falls this rain?


- Jorge Luis Borges (Translated by Christopher Mulrooney)



For Borges rain is something that always happens in the past.