I discovered yesterday that I’m not completely inept when it comes to computers, even if the operating system is in Japanese.

Since buying my new little notebook computer, I have been trying to change the background image from the stock Microsoft picture to one I took at the Ghibli Museum. But for the life of me I couldn’t figure out how to do ( Read more... )

So it’s the first day of National Novel Writing Month. And once again, I’m making a futile effort to try and produce more writing for the occasion. Like I have every year previous to this, I will probably fail in my effort. But I still will give it my all and see how well I do. I figure the worst case scenario is that I produce the same amount ( Read more... )

Hunger is a dingy black, once shiny and new like a Lexus in the driveway, sparkling and attracting every eye in the neighborhood, now faded and sun damaged. You can see where the draw used to be, where the beauty lay, the smooth leather interior and everyone wanted a piece of the action. Now it sits forgotten, the yard overgrown and littered with ( Read more... )

You pick hard words, carrawayeffect! Used them all, though!

( Consistency, Transcendentalist, Buildup, Strait, Immortality, Vase, Catacomb, Humbling, Nibbling, Afflict )

( Yeah, I don't know either. )

( The kind of saccharine crap I thought I was finished with. )

The fireflies dance in the yard,
Each to a song in his head
Silent to the rest.
They dance,
They stir and twitch.
The music consumes them,
Compels them.
Willing slaves to it,
Completely taken over
By the motions
Of their minute, twinkling bodies.

-Mai

( Here there be lesbians. )

It doesn’t mean anything.
The words are hollow and useless,
Echoes, shadows on the wall,
Ill-suited copies of some grander form.
Truer form. Right form.
But it doesn’t mean anything.
But it used to.
The words were sweet and right,
Right and absolutely perfect.
Diamonds glistening in the sun
Replaced with stain of baser things
Slapped haphazardly against the ( Read more... )

Years ago I discovered, unexpectedly,
Serenity
Atop a mountain hurtling across the sky,
Without noise,
Drenched in beauty.
I was submerged in the wonder of it,
Running across the plains of Mars,
Walking on the bottom of the ocean.
A nonstop feeling
And replicating constantly.
An astronaut, weightless and floating in space.
How did it happen?
On top of the ( Read more... )