a day in the life of piano monkey

the red dots have been taking a long round about of a route for last couple days . the usual big window is now subjected to a temporary restrictions of size and frequency, as monkey in nyc and mr. salamander in lago maggiore equals to a quite a bit of distance. for curiosity monkey looked up how far those places are: by timezones, 6 hours and by distance, about 4,000 miles (that is the distance between nyc and turin, piemonte, italy). a human being may walk at 4 miles/hr if one is not injured and is in good health. that would be 1,000 hours, which is approximately 42 days. imagine walking constantly, like those camels from black/white movies, going on, left-right-repeat, 42 days straight. even the devil left jesus alone after 40 days in the desert. ramadan typically lasts a month (29-30 days). poor jonah had to walk around nineveh like a madman after being barfed out of a whale for 40 days, screaming god's warning msgs. moses went nutters on the mount for 40 days. buddha starved fo...

i frequently trip on words whenever i talk on the phone. actually, not just a phone, it becomes a damned phone. or damning phone. condemning phone. there you go. i do not like the nature of urgency and instantaneity. the possibilities of multiple events happening all simultaneously without being able to see the entire set (talking on the phone somehow always reminds me of a bad set for gladiatorial improv a la theater-of-absurd, you know the kinds where you and your team vs. THE other team goes up in the battle of attemped wit, while the panel looks down with serious grimace on their eyebrows, and tap those little silvery bells which rings with the utmost joy and shards of brightness?), not being able to perceive nor predict the rest of the communication- you just cling onto words with death grip, or more frequently, with no care in the world (for words, haha). and it's noisy. too noisy for comfort for any extended time. i never know how long am i expected to talk for. or how lon...