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Something like the Sun
The parking lot is silent under
dim yellow sodium lights except
for my car radio,
a discussion of a poet
who rose to write while it was still dark.
It is not yet midnight. You
walk towards where I wait
and I feel a smile breaking
across my face.
The darkness has lifted;
it is too late to write like Plath. -
Jelly Wallpaper
Thumbnail for a tiling wallpaper I made for the president of my fan club, because otherwise he was just going to stretch the non-tiling version.
If you want it, click on the thumbnail to go download the picture at Google Docs, or visit http://bit.ly/aZJ5wN.
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Cloudy with a chance of Van Gogh
Under the rainy sky the colors shine richer, fuller, brilliant yet tinged with gray. The coastal oaks are dripping with some advertiser's dream of an avocado. Yellows turn to the memory of a ripe pear -- surely if I bit into them they would be crisp, woody, sweet, and juice would dribble down my chin. The glowing pomegranate curb of the fire ( Read more... ) -
Clowns...
Two weeks and something (I've lost track) of insomnia, not once getting eight hours of sleep in any given twenty-four hour period, and I'm benched. This is me, sitting in front of the computer, eating popcorn for lunch because I can't figure out what else to eat and listening to Sarah Chang play Mendelsson, which is actually pretty fantastic and ( Read more... ) -
Back again
It's been a while since I've looked at this. Fifty-eight messages, eh? I'm looking through them. Meanwhile, if I've ignored anything from you, I'm very sorry. -
Venting about Commercials
The following is about radio commercials. I don't see enough TV to even discuss television commercials.
I thoroughly loathe a great number of commercials. This is, apparently, intentional. ( Studies have shown... ) -
Oh, Right, Supposed to Post
Thank you all for your patience and for your articles. I enjoy reading them.
And I'll post again once I've regained my ability to write for other people's consumption. Yep.
Catch you later. -
Writer's Block: The Season of Giving
See that moose patchwork potholder in the bag of gifts I've bought ahead of time? Cute, in a rustic sort of way, no? Grandma Weaver was just charmed by moose items. She would have loved it as a stocking stuffer, I think, even though she was moving to a senior residence where meals were served. (The important thing in personal ( Read more... ) -
Haiku
Gentle waterfalls
Cool stifling air with music --
I need a plumber.
