i discover quite by accident that this theme (Lush) is completely incompatible with internet explorer. (being a firefox user, i had not actually checked it until today.) unacceptable. look for a modification soon. in the meantime, this ‘plain jane’ look and my apologies to those who were finding the navigation bar located in the bottom of the page and shoved left instead of being alongside the right as it should be… blergh to IE for not supporting css and related technology. when are they going to learn? :(
ex strainy us
it’s odd. someone sent me a picture that made me cry. not for the reasons you might think. first, i was astounded that anyone would think i would want the picture.
be kind (poem)
during morning study, the following ‘popped’ into my head. i find if i don’t write these down immediately, they disappear.
of moon festivals and memories
i sat in moonglade tonight, the festival all around, and thought i was going to have the most marvelous night. instead, as i sat there, memories. memories of happy times and smiles and tales by another fire. memories of names long gone and presence withdrawn and the ache ofwishing i might once more seen them moving slowly toward me through a throng of pixels and particles. malkura, oviel, cassielle, beregrond, talshalan, miira, fedartairin, arthullius, and others that i remember even if not by their chosen names. i am surprised how immediate and throbbing this ache. it has been a full […]
on ‘the good ol days’ and change
the ‘good old days’ never were. there are always issues and problems. every generation has had them, all the way as far as recorded human history and assuredly even when Og and Ugh were sitting in the caves.
ode to the master sergeant
ode-to-the-master-sergeant-021607.mp3 newly written, soon to be recorded. look for the update…
natal stuff
on a whim, i decided to have my chart redone. somewhere here, there is an extensive analysis of the last one, and since the basic information hasn’t changed, i reckon that’s still valid. heh.
another string about the finger…
i think i’ve mentioned before that i have so many strings tied to my fingers that i am rapidly becoming raggedy ann. here, yet another, written elsewhere and then, brought here as the reminder it needs for now to be.