Cosima Underwater

Thank you all for your well wishes! I would love to say that my cold is on the retreat, but these little viral bugs are still having a party inside my throat and nose. I am having a fruit and veggie day today, to send some battle-ready vitamins to them.

Yesterday, I spent the whole day in front of the computer to tinker with Cosima Inc’s website. I thought that a flash slideshow of my products would be a cool thing to have, and bought this product, which is a cheap and elegant solution to put a picture slideshow on your website or blog, but as always the devil lies in the details. It took me the whole day to make this work and look like I wanted too. By the end of the day, it was hard to focus my eyes.

So I thought, that I deserved a  special treat this morning, and went to the neighborhood coffee shop. It belongs to a local chain, and has very nice decor with comfy chairs and sofas, good jazz music, and a wide selection of newspapers and magazines. Only the coffee is lousy, but drinkable in cappuccino form. So I sipped my cappuccino and read the news on Burma. Apparently even Rambo aka Sylvester Stallone, who was filming at the Thai-Burmese border, thinks it’s a “hell hole”. Then I glanced at the people rushing by on the other side of the window, struggling to get to work on time. The coffee shop felt like a quiet and comfy bubble, swimming slowly against the tide. It was luxurious to be inside of it. Life felt good.

Caught a cold this week and it has gotten worse. Can’t breathe and terrible headache, much sneezing and coughing. But have to take care of business and little man, nevertheless. Hope he doesn’t catch it.

Yesterday’s outing to Causeway Bay was a big mistake. Outside it was hot and humid, inside the shops and restaurants it was icy cold. Not good if you have the snivels anyway.

See you you all in a few days, when I have stopped coughing up something that looks like ancient brown chewing gum (aren’t you glad I shared that?).

Der Schnupfen
von Christian Morgenstern

Ein Schnupfen hockt auf der Terasse
auf dass er sich ein Opfer fasse,

- und stürzt alsbald mit großem Grimm
auf einen Menschen namens Schrimm.

Paul Schrimm erwidert prompt: Pitschü!
und hat ihn drauf bis Montag früh.

The Sniffle
Translation by Max Knight

A sniffle crouches on the terrace
to catch a victim he can harass.

And suddenly he jumps with vim
upon a man by name of Schrimm.

Paul Schrimm, responding with “hatchoo,”
is stuck with him the weekend through.

PS: Lecram and Osbasso, Don’t think you are off the hook on the interview. But please give me a bit more time.