Lost in instant gratification

"Redrum, redrum, redrum.

No joy makes Jake a dull boy.

That was some of the most memorable words from Stephen Kings famous novel "The Shinning".

A young writer and his family drives all the way up to a mountain hotel to act like caretakers for a winter when the hotel is closed down.

He thinks and hopes to use the isolation for a breakthrough in his writing and his wife and young son just wants time to relax and bond.

Great expectations.

And - as we know- everything went completely bonkers.

In Sofia Coppola's film "Lost in Translation" it is a young girl who is isolated in a hotel room in Tokyo, and from there her life takes another direction than the one she and her self-important high society photographer husband could expect by their interim meeting with the Japanese metropole.

We have a long weekend -Friday, Saturday and Sunday- and are going to stay at a hotel. We are not going anywhere far and not anything fancy or exotic, really, and yet it could be. 

That's not the point, the point is that I'm mostly going to be in this hotel all on my own during the day, because my tai tai has admitted herself to a PYP course of some sort, and this has led to a three night stay at some hotel in Aberdeen. 

Not the Scottish Aberdeen 10000 miles away. No, this Aberdeen is the one just here around the next many many corners, on the south side of Hong Kong island. There I am going to fart off the rent for all three days and nights, and maybe do some writing and doodling and other things to do when nothing else is demanded. Watch football on the tellie, films, read books and wonder around.

So, that's basically it. Let us see if I'm going to do what I want the most or just do what I want now? As in "procrastination", and let us see if I am going bonkers like the good ol' Jack did it in the Shinning?