Flowers are only open for so long Loving the wind won't make it last in your arms It is better to see the summer to it's end Than to enter Gaia's arms before her welcome

You have a bride, although she's turned away Organic life is what betrays the most But without it there is naught but death Chaos wraps itself and goes to sleep

Like a clogged pipe, sometimes an orthoganal nudge can give us new insight into things. I'm loaning my computer bag to a coworker for a conference trip.. I was anticipating it to be a slight inconvenience using a bookbag to stash it, but when I made it home, I found that an O'Reilly tasche I got from one of the conferences is exactly the right size to snugly fit my (large and oddly shaped) laptop, with the power adapter fitting nicely into the front pouch, and that as it's an over-the-shoulder thing, I can still wear a backpack with it. Having them seperate is actually a good thing -- I no longer need to have the computer and its adapter compete with all the science journals and other things I carry around to fill empty time, and that means I can whip out my computer quicker. Also, yesterday I was made an offer for something I thought I wanted, and found, while considering it, that I don't really care about it all that much. I thought, when deciding that it'd be a good thing, that I was turning over a new leaf, and being more honest with myself or something.. but no, that's just another thing she was wrong about. Just another area where I allowed her sickness to project onto me, and didn't question it until too late. When you make your own demons, pretty soon you make your own hell.. Heck, I might give it a shot anyhow -- one only lives once, but it's not as important as something else I know I want.

Here's a better link for the Jackson grumbling I did in my last entry, talking more about where he is(n't) and the frustration of the police who are aiming to get him.

Back to work..