20,000 pages , and just getting started

I have finally reach another milestone on this year of reading, 20,000 total pages.

Not the milestone to break open the champagne, or the red wine in my case, but it’s an important stepping stone toward the broader goal of the year, and a much needed wisp of fresh air to fill my being with renew hope.

To keep on rolling on this high, I will attempt to knock-off at least 1,000 pages of the backed-up pages from passed weeks, and get my reading back on schedule, which as of now, it’s 4,250 pages behind schedule, but first things first, read the remaining 608 pages left to reach this week’s quota, and then, take a little off the top.

To help me along the way, there’s some amazing things helping me out, from a couple of French Comic Books, Clockwerx and the Ark, the latter part of the material that got me over 20,000 pages-

To the classic Manga, Ghost in the Shell, which I’m currently reading while listening to Mr. Nick Cave´s solo performance in Alexandra Palace, Idiot Prayer.

And top off the night the award-winning novella Binti, written by the Nigerian-American author Nnedi Okorafor, which won both the Hugo and the Nebula Award, and it’s sequels both were nominated for the Hugo Award in their respective years. I am about halfway thru it, and is quickly escalating to the top of the best book of this year of reading.

There’s still some intense reading to close-out the day with a strong progress, but with such good material, and a couple of really strong black coffee, this night is shaping up to be a really good one.

Off to read.


(Y-12) The mighty and powerful Nick Cave

I have always found solace in music.

Right now, I have a special connection with Nick Cave.

It has an incredible depth and complexity to his lyrics.

I am obsessed with his latest release, Ghosteen. 

Particularly one song has latch on to my heart and mind, Bright Horses.

“Oh, oh, oh, well, this world is plain to see
It don’t mean we can’t believe in something, and anyway
My baby’s coming back now on the next train
I can hear the whistle blowing, I can hear the mighty roar
I can hear the horses prancing in the pastures of the Lord
Oh the train is coming, and I’m standing here to see
And it’s bringing my baby right back to me
Well there are some things too hard to explain
But my baby’s coming home now, on the 5:30 train”

-Bright Horses, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Simply beautiful.


(Y-12) The Gospel of Nick Cave

The only thing that I enjoy of my commute from my house to school, and the other way around, is than in that moment I can disconnect and enjoy some amazing music.

Today was one of those days, and who came along the ride, none other than Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

I must confess that my devotion to Nick is a recent thing.

I have listen to some of his song, and I liked them.

I was listening, but not paying attention.

It was after a friend gave me some tickets to see his documentary of the recordings of Skeleton Tree, a harrowing tale of lost and redemption, in which you see Nick Cave deal with the death of his teenage son, and the grieving transforming into a painfully beautiful piece of art.

After this , I was finally paying attention, and fully diving into one of the most compelling artists I have listen to.

This reminded me to go out and do what I love, to give back to the collective energy a bit of my personal art, and be unapologetic about it.

Thank you Mr. Cave, for the music, for the compelling words, and must of all for sharing your genius.

I am off to read and scheme some new plans.


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