Friday, 8 February 2008


I just turned on the vacuum cleaner to do the daily run-around. It went for about 20 seconds and then made a *bzzt whutft* noise followed by silence, and the smell of burnt post-electrical. I am wondering if this is a bad thing.

Well, life is vanity anyway.

Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended in doing it, and behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.

-Ecclesiastes 2:11

and later in the same chapter

22 What has a man from all the toil and striving of heart with which he toils beneath the sun? 23 For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.


byron smith said...

Life is vanity, empty, a vacuum. Ah, I see the connection now. :-)

Gordon Cheng said...

That's funny, Byron! (I mean ha-ha funny). But I was really waiting for someone to say that life sucks when your vacuum cleaner doesn't, and even when it does I suppose. ;-) A suitably Ecclesiastical message, either way.