there’s a reason no one ever talks about how we met. so gauche to speak of the trysting of gods. some suitable telling of cyclic means, conveniently amnesiac for the before of the before of the before. it started when we said it did, of course. would you raise the ire of a god to question it? i thought not. so.
nome de plume
tribute to a friend, and an idea that did not die, despite the trying of some…
makes me miss it…
this conference reminds me of the fun i’m missing. http://www.nyls.edu/pages/5057.asp not much more. poetry later. but for now, idling with ginger ale, cats, and loose thoughts of not much at all. :)
usenet stupidity hasn’t changed, i see…
i do not usually anger. and never easily. but i am stewing in a pissed off mood at the moment. bad experiences on usenet today. i had forgotten how leashed dogs bark at mailmen. idiots. so eager to piss on a public doorway and pretend they have the right to deny entrance.
dear you…
recording available: dear-you-052207.mp3 Dear You, Haven’t written in a while and thought maybe I should. Kind of funny how time and life carries us away, isn’t it? Get all wrapped up in work and sit around staring at the walls in the evening and wonder things like ‘where did all the time go’ and ‘how did I lose touch with…’ and a bunch of other things that generally roll up into a vague sense of dismay and perhaps a mild disgust… psychological lint.
liars piss me off
i got something in the mail today that reveals to me someone i trusted has lied to me. of the short list of things that redline me at mach 5, lying is tops.