i was trying to describe this to someone earlier, the words weren’t exactly in place.

an unusually excellent day today.

you know, sometimes, this is just really bizarre. hrm. or maybe i am. hmmmm. or maybe it’s the same.

i’ve been learning lately how to savor the bittersweet things in life. it is an interesting process, since much of it deals with moving through and finding, if not contentment, at least succor in how the beautiful moments you experienced were never changed or touched by the things that scorch the rest of the ground. people and experiences, cherished, are shrouded in a layer of care and love that neither time nor anger can touch. it is that layer, the bittersweet, that i am thinking about tonight.

hitting the store today for groceries and comforts i’ve been missing. maybe a pound of a new roast/blend of coffee. finally got silverware that doesn’t lose it’s shape when you use it. hah. slow steps, but steps. one small frying pan, since most of anything i cook may be made in such a thing. amazing the difference a good pan makes.

2008. i suppose i’m supposed to make great, fluffy talk about a grand and infinite future in which anything is possible. but you know what? that’s every moment. and i reckon if i don’t manage it in this one, it doesn’t much matter whether or not i do in some future one. moments like this, i’m torn between laughing hysterically and bawling my eyes out. uncomfortable, that. may we all treasure every moment and learn to see them as the same. thought maybe i was going to ramble a bit, but no, nothing to say. guess it’s time to sleep.

while working today, the phone rings (i am still not used to having a land line. always flinch.) i pick it up and can immediately tell it is a telemarketer.

hoping to have some melody and such to go with in the near future. for now, the lyric, recorded and written. read on for more…

had this idea in my head for a few days now, finally got the tile done. i finally realized i should keep the base images from which i make these, if nothing else, of some casual interest in future. until now, all original images were destroyed after use, unless they were my own collection of photos or base textures. this one, compiled from images of refugee camps and hungry children. yes, yes, i know, you can’t see them. but the intent in any of these is to convey the sense without the boundaries that lend direction. well, it’s becoming that. […]

“Philosophy of science is about as useful to scientists as ornithology is to birds,” goes the saying attributed to Richard Feynman, the late Caltech Nobelist, and repeated by Dr. Weinberg. – an article in the New York Times, 12-18-07