Ichi - Broccoli is Green The shattered bird sings to me, the springs winding out of its body, the crayola blood and lemon-juice eyes. I admire it on its cavelit perch, and speak silence that echo through my hollow skull. The truth would disturb the air, an acknowledgement of the ties of blood would taint the mottled bones, rescind the last breath...

Ni - Gasp of Fresh Air I thought I heard the paper rip, the penny drop onto the ground The tiny streams we never see coat everything without a sound exquisite pain, and holding hands, laughter filled with pain arteries that pulse with life, ice crystals in the vein

To live one must just take a breath, and nothing is the same A tragedy, reason for being, in how these things we frame Swirled thoughts, look at your self, and sometimes wonder who? But then I smile, shake head at it, put on the other shoe

San - Reversed Fans of Summer They met at a house, the flame and hose, and whiled the time away The scents released, the competition turned to idle play through Chaos drifts an idle cloud, it's history in song My poems are sometimes quite bad, touch only with a tong

Anyhow.. Yesterday was an awesome day. Lazed around in the morning, went to Coffee Tree, and got more good reading done. Then I went home, read some more, and at 7, I went rock climbing with N. Afterwards, I went to her place, and, for the first time in many years, and as something I have had fewer times than I have fingers, I had some alcohol. Some wine, and other finer drinks, along with some good cheese and other things, as part of a French tradition. Wonderful dinner, great conversation.. life is so good..

I finally understand what alcohol buzzes feel like -- my face felt warm, I felt very mildly dizzy, and felt my normal joy at expressiveness go up a bit. These went away rapidly at India Garden when I had some water. N is teaching me about fine wines, so perhaps I will start to keep them around my place at some point. From being at ground zero a few months ago with regards to food, I think now I'm eating better than I ever have. Happy...

Time is short, perhaps, and I can't get exactly what I want, but I can at least get something kind of similar. Even with what I do have, it helps me put away one closed book, and gives me peace knowing that there's someone who really understands me. That's really important, and right now that feeling is the strongest it's ever been in my life.. variations of a theme, the inner flow of Pachelbel.. watercolours and samplers from my life.

I've already come up with some improvements in my BLOG software -- it should stick a placeholder entry while I'm actually writing an entry in a text editor.. I don't know if it works though.. And the redesign really might change everything.. doing so is always fun though -- programming is an incredible feeling, but it's really the act of doing so, not the goal-oriented thought. When software gets big, one gets a purifying urge to tidy, and the chance to refactor is just as enjoyable.

I recently took pictures from a "book" I wrote when I was much younger. I'll put them up once I have the time to get things clean and uniform.