And then I wanted to take something like this with me, so I would always have a new photo of my baby on my desk. But this won't ship till January.
So I'm thinking slideshow as a screensaver, that will automatically harvest the newest photos my wife uploads to my daughter's .Mac web page.
I seek numbness in my geekness.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Monday, a week from now
It looms. Dark and gloomy. Like an oil spill, slowly spreading towards me. The sludge blackens out the clear blue waters.
I keep saying to myself that I'll live. Which is true. And then I am reminded of the times I have repeated that to myself. Usually lying somewhere incapacitated. On a riverbank in the wilderness with a broken ankle. In a puddle next to a dirt road, watching my horse gallop off in the distance. On the porch of a ski lodge, feeling the opiates flatten out the pain spikes. At a first responder course, getting the drowning sensation in a tube, half-filled with water. Watching Earth from an open airplane door twelve thousand feet above, with nothing in between me and her. Again, a few minutes later, while rushing towards her at 120 mph.
This time, I am not worried that I will break a bone or lose a part of me.
Well, not a physical part of me, anyway.
I keep saying to myself that I'll live. Which is true. And then I am reminded of the times I have repeated that to myself. Usually lying somewhere incapacitated. On a riverbank in the wilderness with a broken ankle. In a puddle next to a dirt road, watching my horse gallop off in the distance. On the porch of a ski lodge, feeling the opiates flatten out the pain spikes. At a first responder course, getting the drowning sensation in a tube, half-filled with water. Watching Earth from an open airplane door twelve thousand feet above, with nothing in between me and her. Again, a few minutes later, while rushing towards her at 120 mph.
This time, I am not worried that I will break a bone or lose a part of me.
Well, not a physical part of me, anyway.
Friday, October 20, 2006
A toddler's argument
- You mustn't be cruel to other people.
- Why not?
- Because it's wrong. Besides, people will not want to be with you if you are cruel to them.
- Then I will just have to become a pirate...
- Why not?
- Because it's wrong. Besides, people will not want to be with you if you are cruel to them.
- Then I will just have to become a pirate...
Monday, September 25, 2006
Soup, with ginger
I haven't done this in a while, and that soup was just about as good looking as it was delicious. Brought tears to my eyes.
But then I did make it with gobs of fresh ginger.
But then I did make it with gobs of fresh ginger.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Two points made better than by me
If there was a better way to go, then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
and
If you don't have a point to make
Don't sweat it
You'll make a sharp one being so kind
And I'd sure appreciate it
Everyone else's goal's to get big headed
Why should I follow that beat being that I'm
Better than fine
(Thanks Fiona)
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
and
If you don't have a point to make
Don't sweat it
You'll make a sharp one being so kind
And I'd sure appreciate it
Everyone else's goal's to get big headed
Why should I follow that beat being that I'm
Better than fine
(Thanks Fiona)
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
Why do they not get it?
"[...] The people of the region are hungry for change; dissatisfaction is palpable in the streets from Cairo to Tehran. The Muslim masses just need to be shown that it's possible to set themselves free. Our ultimate victory in this struggle is virtually foreordained. [...]"
No, this is not from some obscure, ultra-conservative blog somewhere. This derogatory drivel is from an opinion piece published in the newest Time, no less.
When will they ever learn?
No, this is not from some obscure, ultra-conservative blog somewhere. This derogatory drivel is from an opinion piece published in the newest Time, no less.
When will they ever learn?
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