One... Two... Three... and Rob Ford is Your Heavyweight Champion!”
Politics.... who will save us from politics?
As the years go on, politicians are getting worse. Or is it that I’m getting more attuned to the game that these people play?
The world celebrates great politicians simply because there are so few of them. Obama has given the appearance to be one. But over the last year and more, his image has been battered and the magic that was Obama has dimmed to what appears to be less the Great Houdini and more the amateur birthday party trickster.
In Obama’s case, it’s hard to tell what’s real. Did Obama fool us with a slick image and preacher on the mound speeches? Or has the right wing of America slandered him to the point that nobody knows what’s right or wrong? It’s almost impossible to know.
In Canada, politicians have become panderers and bullies. Leadership is no longer a word they understand. Nor is it any longer a word that Canadians demand. Lies are told as election promises... mentioned for a few weeks by the press when not kept... and finally forgotten, and accepted, by all. Usually with the brush off phrase that “sometimes politicians promise too much while on the campaign trail.”
It is to the point where I no longer want to see any politician given the title “Right Honourable”. Such title should be earned... not handed out willy nilly.
Today Rob Ford became mayor of Toronto. Ford is a fine example to point to when one makes the claim that municipal politics is the least professional of all. This man belongs in a wrestling ring. He wouldn’t even be considered one of the smart, well spoken wrestlers. This is one of those wrestlers that gets up and shouts incoherently about nothing while plastering his face with a fake, over the top scowl.
But Mayor of Canada’s biggest city he now is... and it all seems about right in our political world. Where you’re left to wonder if anyone in the voting public is actually taking this thing called democracy seriously anymore.
Ottawa’s mayor and city councilors are also decided. And for weeks I’ve seen how democracy works. Pamphlets in the mailbox... short on substance and heavy on picture with name. And no longer do the candidates actually try talking to you as the pamphlets go out. Several times I was home all day, finding the pamphlet deposited without the slightest knock on the door or ring of the bell. And my home phone was spammed with candidate voices. Recorded ones. Automated calls giving automated conversations. While, outside of the house, every intersection a mass of billboard names.
Name recognition and image has overtaken substance and policy in today’s politics. And with the idea that it is our duty to vote ingrained into our brains, we go out with minimal information... voting for the name that best got subliminally implanted into us.
MONDAY...
— Back to work. Still somewhat rusty with CPSIC... still some doubt with some of the work. A year away makes a difference.
TUESDAY...
— Busy day at work. Lots of running around in the afternoon. It was alright actually. Good to be thinking.
— Keg with Geoff after work. Good times.
— Back to my place after that. Hang out and talk a while... watch some stuff on TV.
WEDNESDAY...
— Mom and dad arrive this morning. A bit of shopping with them and lunch at Kelsey’s followed by Chinese food for supper and some TV after that. Nice having them around.
THURSDAY...
— A little shopping with mom and dad... supper at Montana’s... Crazy Heart on Blue Ray to end the night.
FRIDAY...
— Some morning grocery shopping... supper downtown followed by the ballet at the National Arts Centre. Actually turned out alright. The second and third parts were not traditional ballet and were pretty impressive.
— Snow falling on the walk back to the car tonight. Ugh.
SATURDAY...
— Mere Bleue walk... bombarded by chickadees. Paula and Eddie come for supper. Good ham and nice times with family.
SUNDAY...
— Some shopping and over to my ball game. Mom and dad watching me play. Make an error in front of the parents and we tie the game. But oh well.
— Boston Pizza for supper and some quiet TV time.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Making It Up As I Go Along #437
Bombardment of Horribly Annoying Wonderfully Bonding Networking
Social networking. Bringing long distant friends and family closer to each other. With updates on how each of our days are going. With pictures of trips, shared with a loved one on the other side of the continent. With games played between uncle and nephew as if they were there, in the same room, casually arranging tiles on the board, chuckling at the scowl and mutterings of the other.
I have friends that would have drifted away years ago, and other friends who would never have drifted back into my life if not for social networking.
On the other hand, a co-worker’s baby can’t have a bowel movement without me being alerted to it.
So, as you can see, social networking is a two edged sword. Enriching some relationships. And bringing doubts and annoyance about others.
New loves? Oh you better believe that can try the patience of a facebook friend. Reading updates written in the most sacchariny sweet, vomit inducing, Fabio covered romance novel style.
New babies? Near strangers can follow their every step. Profile pictures of adult friends are overrun by bald headed infants. For a single man with over a hundred friends on Facebook, sometimes a look at my news feed makes me feel as though I’m a 38 year old in a world of diapered buddies. It makes me feel out of place... and creepy.
We’re bombarded with advertising... wherever we go. Home phones and mail boxes are now little more than devices for businesses to hope to make a buck off a moment of weakness. Social networking is no different.
Like this, become a fan of that. Everything from musical bands to books recommended by Oprah
And if you cave in, and like one thing, suddenly cyberspace learns a bit more about you, and new things are plastered upon the sides of your computer screen... perhaps you’ll like this other thing now. We now live in a world where your admitting that you like Tom Hanks movies could bring you one step closer to having your credit card information stolen. Innocent socializing opening you up to financial ruin.
Sometimes I miss the 1970s and 80s from a communication point of view. You felt a greater connection to the place you’re in. A television show was an event. If you were interested in it, you had to make not of the time and be home to watch. Many a television negotiation has been made in my youth. A grandmother needing me to give up control on a Friday because Dallas was coming on. A father missing a period of the hockey game so that a son could watch CHiPs... watching Ponch and Jon protecting California’s highways by way of motorcycle. Today it takes thirty seconds to set up a recording, and any show can be watched at any time.
Telephone calls were a hit and miss event. If they weren’t home... tough luck. If a sister was on the phone, a friend would have to wait... unable to get through to you as they stand there in the kitchen, with a great tangled chord, dangling beneath your chin. Today, I actually talk less on the phone. I look suspiciously at my home phone when it rings, expecting a heavy accent as a stranger assures me this is not a sales call, that I’ve been chosen to receive a free trip. Most of my dealings with people I know are done by way of text or e-mail... saving the talking to face to face meetings.
You’d go out with friends and not be distracted by buzzing devices as others check in on you... just to say hi. Those you communicated with were those sitting around the table. Everyone shared a greater connection.
And other times, I’m happy with the present day. If running late, I can easily drop a line to tell the other I’m on my way. Living in a different city from those you’re close to isn’t as lonely a venture. Catching up is just a few mouse clicks away.
Yes it’s a conflicting time we live in. It’s easy to be drawn in and pushed away from the same thing... at the exact same time.
SUNDAY...
— Work. Back to CPSIC on a quiet Sunday. Goes pretty good and I am not even too tired getting up at 4:30.
MONDAY...
— More tired today. Second day back to the 12 hour CPSIC shift and I’m struggling most of the day. Sometimes beds at work would be nice.
— Feeling like a cold is hitting this evening. The back of my throat has that feel to it.
TUESDAY...
— Sick day. That cold hit indeed. Throat, back of nose, sinuses... all felt it. And I even pack it in earlier tonight then I should... going to bed at 1:00, even though if I go to work on Wednesday, I’ll need to be up all night.
WEDNESDAY...
— Off sick again. Can barely talk without breaking into cough. So pretty quiet day around the house... napping, TV, not much else.
THURSDAY...
— Feeling a bit worse today than yesterday. I thought I was improving last night but I suppose not. By the time I’m ready for bed tonight, it feels a bit better again though.
— Still, grocery shopping (I was down to mustard) was tiring and I was breathing heavy for twenty minutes afterwards. Pizza ordered in is a little treat, and I watch some hockey and movies while play some video game baseball.
FRIDAY...
— Out to bring the car to the garage for some maintenance. Take the shuttle home and need to cab it back later to get the thing.
— Still feeling sick. Tired of it.
SATURDAY...
— A movie and laundry. The sickness pattern the last few days has been feel worse from the time I wake to about 3:00 in the afternoon... then things pick up making me think I’m turning a corner as the day goes... only to wake the next day feeling worse again.
Social networking. Bringing long distant friends and family closer to each other. With updates on how each of our days are going. With pictures of trips, shared with a loved one on the other side of the continent. With games played between uncle and nephew as if they were there, in the same room, casually arranging tiles on the board, chuckling at the scowl and mutterings of the other.
I have friends that would have drifted away years ago, and other friends who would never have drifted back into my life if not for social networking.
On the other hand, a co-worker’s baby can’t have a bowel movement without me being alerted to it.
So, as you can see, social networking is a two edged sword. Enriching some relationships. And bringing doubts and annoyance about others.
New loves? Oh you better believe that can try the patience of a facebook friend. Reading updates written in the most sacchariny sweet, vomit inducing, Fabio covered romance novel style.
New babies? Near strangers can follow their every step. Profile pictures of adult friends are overrun by bald headed infants. For a single man with over a hundred friends on Facebook, sometimes a look at my news feed makes me feel as though I’m a 38 year old in a world of diapered buddies. It makes me feel out of place... and creepy.
We’re bombarded with advertising... wherever we go. Home phones and mail boxes are now little more than devices for businesses to hope to make a buck off a moment of weakness. Social networking is no different.
Like this, become a fan of that. Everything from musical bands to books recommended by Oprah
And if you cave in, and like one thing, suddenly cyberspace learns a bit more about you, and new things are plastered upon the sides of your computer screen... perhaps you’ll like this other thing now. We now live in a world where your admitting that you like Tom Hanks movies could bring you one step closer to having your credit card information stolen. Innocent socializing opening you up to financial ruin.
Sometimes I miss the 1970s and 80s from a communication point of view. You felt a greater connection to the place you’re in. A television show was an event. If you were interested in it, you had to make not of the time and be home to watch. Many a television negotiation has been made in my youth. A grandmother needing me to give up control on a Friday because Dallas was coming on. A father missing a period of the hockey game so that a son could watch CHiPs... watching Ponch and Jon protecting California’s highways by way of motorcycle. Today it takes thirty seconds to set up a recording, and any show can be watched at any time.
Telephone calls were a hit and miss event. If they weren’t home... tough luck. If a sister was on the phone, a friend would have to wait... unable to get through to you as they stand there in the kitchen, with a great tangled chord, dangling beneath your chin. Today, I actually talk less on the phone. I look suspiciously at my home phone when it rings, expecting a heavy accent as a stranger assures me this is not a sales call, that I’ve been chosen to receive a free trip. Most of my dealings with people I know are done by way of text or e-mail... saving the talking to face to face meetings.
You’d go out with friends and not be distracted by buzzing devices as others check in on you... just to say hi. Those you communicated with were those sitting around the table. Everyone shared a greater connection.
And other times, I’m happy with the present day. If running late, I can easily drop a line to tell the other I’m on my way. Living in a different city from those you’re close to isn’t as lonely a venture. Catching up is just a few mouse clicks away.
Yes it’s a conflicting time we live in. It’s easy to be drawn in and pushed away from the same thing... at the exact same time.
SUNDAY...
— Work. Back to CPSIC on a quiet Sunday. Goes pretty good and I am not even too tired getting up at 4:30.
MONDAY...
— More tired today. Second day back to the 12 hour CPSIC shift and I’m struggling most of the day. Sometimes beds at work would be nice.
— Feeling like a cold is hitting this evening. The back of my throat has that feel to it.
TUESDAY...
— Sick day. That cold hit indeed. Throat, back of nose, sinuses... all felt it. And I even pack it in earlier tonight then I should... going to bed at 1:00, even though if I go to work on Wednesday, I’ll need to be up all night.
WEDNESDAY...
— Off sick again. Can barely talk without breaking into cough. So pretty quiet day around the house... napping, TV, not much else.
THURSDAY...
— Feeling a bit worse today than yesterday. I thought I was improving last night but I suppose not. By the time I’m ready for bed tonight, it feels a bit better again though.
— Still, grocery shopping (I was down to mustard) was tiring and I was breathing heavy for twenty minutes afterwards. Pizza ordered in is a little treat, and I watch some hockey and movies while play some video game baseball.
FRIDAY...
— Out to bring the car to the garage for some maintenance. Take the shuttle home and need to cab it back later to get the thing.
— Still feeling sick. Tired of it.
SATURDAY...
— A movie and laundry. The sickness pattern the last few days has been feel worse from the time I wake to about 3:00 in the afternoon... then things pick up making me think I’m turning a corner as the day goes... only to wake the next day feeling worse again.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Making It Up As I Go Along #436
And now we're into the new blog schedule. Next update, in eight days.
Rogers: Lord of Darkness
Rogers... that great big corporation that is enveloping our country... is evil.
Today is a perfect example of the evilness. I open my latest cable/internet bill and see an extra ten dollars charged to my account for a PPV movie.
Yes, I did order the movie. But the thing is, Rogers offered it to me. My God... Rogers isn’t just evil... it’s the devil itself! Offering forbidden candy, picking at our trust and desires... and then slamming the door shut, with us trapped inside.
Some background on my movie situation. In August, I get an e-mail from Rogers. All warm and fuzzy and speaking of how, as a good customer, they’d like to offer me a free movie in September. I just had to register, a step I took and was confirmed as having done. And then I waited.
Late in September, with little to do one evening, I decided to order my free movie. Seeing the fine print on that Rogers e-mail, I know I can order anything up to $13.99 in cost. So no PPV boxing or UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship), but it must go beyond a run of the mill movie, as they all go for much less than this price.
I order a $10 history of the UFC and decide right then and there that this has all been too easy. Today, I see the decision then was correct. I’m charged for the movie.
Lured in by the mighty corporation, I just fed the empire an extra $10. I’ve e-mailed them, stating my case. At the end of the e-mail, the screen pops up telling you they’ll respond within 24 hours. Within minutes, I get a confirmation e-mail telling me responses will occur in 48 to 72 hours. I’m sure my response will probably take 4 or 5 days. For you see, it’s all just words with Rogers. They have my money... that’s all that counts.
And I won’t see a return of my $10. The devil will spin it’s words to show me how, if I would have read further on the contract (signed in blood I’m sure) I’d have seen that this offer was only good for new release summer blockbuster movies that had Sandra Bullock staring in them.
Rogers shall one day rule our land. And, like the Skydome in Toronto and GM Place in Vancouver (now known as Rogers Centre and Rogers Arena, respectfully), They’ll rename our nation too. It’ll be a proud moment, brought to you by Rogers, when we watch our Olympic team enter the arena during the opening ceremonies... The great nation of Rogersada.
Rogers is all that is wrong with corporations. Greedily in it to make money for themselves before offering actual customer service. A trip to the Rogers website is a jumbled mess of promotions and redirections. “It’s all so easy” they tell us on TV (brought to you through your Rogers Cable), “just click”.
And it tells you right there on the screen too. You see it on the website. Able to read the words. “Add/remove channels”. It really IS easy! You excitedly click the title with the joy of knowing you’ll soon rid yourself of the 24 hour cooking channel! And with the click, you go to a place. A place where you see packages of TV channels. Filled with a world of garbage, clinging to those two flagship channels you can’t do without. For with Rogers, they go under the assumption that you’ll keep that bath water... only a monster would throw out the baby.
And sometimes, when we’re weak, we don’t care. My bill has ballooned to $3000 a month, I’ll toss the baby of TSN (The Sports Network)... anything to regain some financial control of my life. And you go ahead and click on the “Add/remove channels” title... and you look to remove... and you look... and... remove?... where’s the “remove” part of “Add/remove”???
Redirects to HD channels you can add... and more redirects to a list of channels you already own (with the 24 hour cooking channel spitting in your face... a new, interactive feature created by Rogers). Yet no clear-cut way to clear-cut your channel forest.
Finally you give up and pick up the phone. And there you are in automated telephone land. Press “1" for this and “2" for that. The devil sits back upon his throne, laughing at your tortured soul.
In fact, the devil now mocks you about it these days. New commercials for Rogers (while you watch your Rogers supplied cable). Showing small business owners ripping their hair out at that fantasy land service provider’s automated phone servers. “Billing?” the automated voice cheerily asks. “Business”, the incredibly thin and hip (cause he’s got a collared shirt on with no tie, so you know he’s with it). “Alright, Billing!” the auto voice obliviously proclaims. “BIZ-IN-US!” the frustrated hip thin businessman attempts to spell out.
But all is right for the businessman. Rogers to the rescue. If you own a business, just call this special number, and no more automated service. Bob is there, answering lickety split.
Yet because I’m not owning my own business. Because I haven’t paid some extra fee that surly must exist for the privilege of avoiding the run around and talking directly to Bob. I’m in automated world!
It blows my mind to see Rogers using it’s own shortcomings as a selling tool for itself! That fantasy land service provider is Rogers itself. It is indeed a false prophet dressed in sheep’s clothing.
So why don’t I remove myself from Rogers? I’m not allowed. My other option, Bell, is not an option at all. My condo corporation doesn’t allow satellite dishes. In fact... wait a minute.... could it be? Could it be possible that my condo corporation is owned?... By?... ROGERS!
Yes indeed, I live in the community of Rogersdale... a suburb of Rogerswa... in the country of Rogersada. And when my cable provider offers me a free gift in August, that I can’t watch until September, you better believe I’ll be paying for it in October.
That’s just the way the Devil works.
MONDAY...
— Certification work... yawn.
— Dad is finally published. The book is out.
TUESDAY...
— Mort cert and boredom ensues. Like where I’ve been sitting anyway.
WEDNESDAY...
— Last day of AFIS. I’m in certification again... meh. Breakfast across is nice though.
THURSDAY...
— Thank you Ottawa Sun for making a phone call to me at 9:15 in the morning... seeing if I want to subscribe to your rag. Well, I’m up now.
— Hockey on TV... and video games. I’m improving on the game. Minnesota and Carolina in Helsinki are boring as can be (Versus is a lousy network and I wish TSN didn’t grab their feed). Toronto vs. Montreal was a fun game at the end. And Edmonton look exciting... tonight anyway.
— Baseball playoffs get in there too. San Francisco looking good.
— I’m developing an ever greater appreciation for sweet potato fries.
— Mom and dad book their post Thanksgiving Thanksgiving trip. Less than two weeks!
FRIDAY...
— Walk the pond. A couple of laps is pretty nice. Some hockey and baseball on TV
Rogers: Lord of Darkness
Rogers... that great big corporation that is enveloping our country... is evil.
Today is a perfect example of the evilness. I open my latest cable/internet bill and see an extra ten dollars charged to my account for a PPV movie.
Yes, I did order the movie. But the thing is, Rogers offered it to me. My God... Rogers isn’t just evil... it’s the devil itself! Offering forbidden candy, picking at our trust and desires... and then slamming the door shut, with us trapped inside.
Some background on my movie situation. In August, I get an e-mail from Rogers. All warm and fuzzy and speaking of how, as a good customer, they’d like to offer me a free movie in September. I just had to register, a step I took and was confirmed as having done. And then I waited.
Late in September, with little to do one evening, I decided to order my free movie. Seeing the fine print on that Rogers e-mail, I know I can order anything up to $13.99 in cost. So no PPV boxing or UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship), but it must go beyond a run of the mill movie, as they all go for much less than this price.
I order a $10 history of the UFC and decide right then and there that this has all been too easy. Today, I see the decision then was correct. I’m charged for the movie.
Lured in by the mighty corporation, I just fed the empire an extra $10. I’ve e-mailed them, stating my case. At the end of the e-mail, the screen pops up telling you they’ll respond within 24 hours. Within minutes, I get a confirmation e-mail telling me responses will occur in 48 to 72 hours. I’m sure my response will probably take 4 or 5 days. For you see, it’s all just words with Rogers. They have my money... that’s all that counts.
And I won’t see a return of my $10. The devil will spin it’s words to show me how, if I would have read further on the contract (signed in blood I’m sure) I’d have seen that this offer was only good for new release summer blockbuster movies that had Sandra Bullock staring in them.
Rogers shall one day rule our land. And, like the Skydome in Toronto and GM Place in Vancouver (now known as Rogers Centre and Rogers Arena, respectfully), They’ll rename our nation too. It’ll be a proud moment, brought to you by Rogers, when we watch our Olympic team enter the arena during the opening ceremonies... The great nation of Rogersada.
Rogers is all that is wrong with corporations. Greedily in it to make money for themselves before offering actual customer service. A trip to the Rogers website is a jumbled mess of promotions and redirections. “It’s all so easy” they tell us on TV (brought to you through your Rogers Cable), “just click”.
And it tells you right there on the screen too. You see it on the website. Able to read the words. “Add/remove channels”. It really IS easy! You excitedly click the title with the joy of knowing you’ll soon rid yourself of the 24 hour cooking channel! And with the click, you go to a place. A place where you see packages of TV channels. Filled with a world of garbage, clinging to those two flagship channels you can’t do without. For with Rogers, they go under the assumption that you’ll keep that bath water... only a monster would throw out the baby.
And sometimes, when we’re weak, we don’t care. My bill has ballooned to $3000 a month, I’ll toss the baby of TSN (The Sports Network)... anything to regain some financial control of my life. And you go ahead and click on the “Add/remove channels” title... and you look to remove... and you look... and... remove?... where’s the “remove” part of “Add/remove”???
Redirects to HD channels you can add... and more redirects to a list of channels you already own (with the 24 hour cooking channel spitting in your face... a new, interactive feature created by Rogers). Yet no clear-cut way to clear-cut your channel forest.
Finally you give up and pick up the phone. And there you are in automated telephone land. Press “1" for this and “2" for that. The devil sits back upon his throne, laughing at your tortured soul.
In fact, the devil now mocks you about it these days. New commercials for Rogers (while you watch your Rogers supplied cable). Showing small business owners ripping their hair out at that fantasy land service provider’s automated phone servers. “Billing?” the automated voice cheerily asks. “Business”, the incredibly thin and hip (cause he’s got a collared shirt on with no tie, so you know he’s with it). “Alright, Billing!” the auto voice obliviously proclaims. “BIZ-IN-US!” the frustrated hip thin businessman attempts to spell out.
But all is right for the businessman. Rogers to the rescue. If you own a business, just call this special number, and no more automated service. Bob is there, answering lickety split.
Yet because I’m not owning my own business. Because I haven’t paid some extra fee that surly must exist for the privilege of avoiding the run around and talking directly to Bob. I’m in automated world!
It blows my mind to see Rogers using it’s own shortcomings as a selling tool for itself! That fantasy land service provider is Rogers itself. It is indeed a false prophet dressed in sheep’s clothing.
So why don’t I remove myself from Rogers? I’m not allowed. My other option, Bell, is not an option at all. My condo corporation doesn’t allow satellite dishes. In fact... wait a minute.... could it be? Could it be possible that my condo corporation is owned?... By?... ROGERS!
Yes indeed, I live in the community of Rogersdale... a suburb of Rogerswa... in the country of Rogersada. And when my cable provider offers me a free gift in August, that I can’t watch until September, you better believe I’ll be paying for it in October.
That’s just the way the Devil works.
MONDAY...
— Certification work... yawn.
— Dad is finally published. The book is out.
TUESDAY...
— Mort cert and boredom ensues. Like where I’ve been sitting anyway.
WEDNESDAY...
— Last day of AFIS. I’m in certification again... meh. Breakfast across is nice though.
THURSDAY...
— Thank you Ottawa Sun for making a phone call to me at 9:15 in the morning... seeing if I want to subscribe to your rag. Well, I’m up now.
— Hockey on TV... and video games. I’m improving on the game. Minnesota and Carolina in Helsinki are boring as can be (Versus is a lousy network and I wish TSN didn’t grab their feed). Toronto vs. Montreal was a fun game at the end. And Edmonton look exciting... tonight anyway.
— Baseball playoffs get in there too. San Francisco looking good.
— I’m developing an ever greater appreciation for sweet potato fries.
— Mom and dad book their post Thanksgiving Thanksgiving trip. Less than two weeks!
FRIDAY...
— Walk the pond. A couple of laps is pretty nice. Some hockey and baseball on TV
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Making It Up As I Go Along #435
If Fall was Winter and there was no Winter
If Fall was Winter and there was no Winter
The world would be a marvelous place
Sleeping cozily with window cracked
And quilt atop the bed, hugging you in.
Comfortable walking
No need of dressing for meat lockers
Jeans and a fleece are perfect
And soup makes for a wonderful lunch.
If Spring were Summer and there was no Summer
The world would be a marvelous place
Those leaves of red, yellow and orange
Falling off and replaced by young green.
Windows remain open
Furnace and AC remain off
A year round comfort zone.
Removed from sweat and freeze.
A planet discovered.
Far off from here
We can learn greater detail of it
two hundred years from now.
It remains fixed in space
Revolving around its sun
Without axis rotation.
Always facing the same.
Imagine life over there
Two hundred years from where we sit.
All day and all night sunshine.
Or all day and all night darkness.
But most of all imagine
Those places in between.
Like Fall and Spring
Constant sunrise, constant sunset.
The sun always on the horizon
Clouds always glowing as fall leaves
Red, yellow and orange tones
Splaying over us all.
Alien tourism
In the land of forever sunset
Honeymooners planning romantic trips
Enjoying walks along lakes
Watching the sunset along a horizon mountain range
Unable to imagine worlds with four seasons.
MONDAY...
— Some morning laundry with a little TV.
— Work in the afternoon/evening. Fairly regular with me not really feeling the groove. Too many distractions around me.
TUESDAY...
— Thai food at work is good stuff.
— Have a better grove working. The stats are better today.
— Some video game baseball both before and after work.
WEDNESDAY...
— Sometimes... people... pfft.
— Nice at work with some quiet times. Hang at breaks with Sarah some... Sanity can be found, when searched for.
THURSDAY...
— Filing tonight. First time doing that in weeks.
— On the drive home, I get a thought for a poem... and then it’s the goal of trying to remember the lines in my head until I get home to write them down. The race against time is won and I do it up and blog the thing there and then.
FRIDAY...
— Trying day at work. Too much silliness to endure. Louis’ Pizza helps ease the pain though... and the last hour or two is nice with just me in an area, plugged in listening to music as I go.
— Lunch with Karl before work was nice.
SATURDAY...
— Out for an hour or two for Anne’s birthday. Then off to the movies with Sarah and Phil. Fun time all around. The movie, The Town, was quite good.
If Fall was Winter and there was no Winter
The world would be a marvelous place
Sleeping cozily with window cracked
And quilt atop the bed, hugging you in.
Comfortable walking
No need of dressing for meat lockers
Jeans and a fleece are perfect
And soup makes for a wonderful lunch.
If Spring were Summer and there was no Summer
The world would be a marvelous place
Those leaves of red, yellow and orange
Falling off and replaced by young green.
Windows remain open
Furnace and AC remain off
A year round comfort zone.
Removed from sweat and freeze.
A planet discovered.
Far off from here
We can learn greater detail of it
two hundred years from now.
It remains fixed in space
Revolving around its sun
Without axis rotation.
Always facing the same.
Imagine life over there
Two hundred years from where we sit.
All day and all night sunshine.
Or all day and all night darkness.
But most of all imagine
Those places in between.
Like Fall and Spring
Constant sunrise, constant sunset.
The sun always on the horizon
Clouds always glowing as fall leaves
Red, yellow and orange tones
Splaying over us all.
Alien tourism
In the land of forever sunset
Honeymooners planning romantic trips
Enjoying walks along lakes
Watching the sunset along a horizon mountain range
Unable to imagine worlds with four seasons.
MONDAY...
— Some morning laundry with a little TV.
— Work in the afternoon/evening. Fairly regular with me not really feeling the groove. Too many distractions around me.
TUESDAY...
— Thai food at work is good stuff.
— Have a better grove working. The stats are better today.
— Some video game baseball both before and after work.
WEDNESDAY...
— Sometimes... people... pfft.
— Nice at work with some quiet times. Hang at breaks with Sarah some... Sanity can be found, when searched for.
THURSDAY...
— Filing tonight. First time doing that in weeks.
— On the drive home, I get a thought for a poem... and then it’s the goal of trying to remember the lines in my head until I get home to write them down. The race against time is won and I do it up and blog the thing there and then.
FRIDAY...
— Trying day at work. Too much silliness to endure. Louis’ Pizza helps ease the pain though... and the last hour or two is nice with just me in an area, plugged in listening to music as I go.
— Lunch with Karl before work was nice.
SATURDAY...
— Out for an hour or two for Anne’s birthday. Then off to the movies with Sarah and Phil. Fun time all around. The movie, The Town, was quite good.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Midnight Making It Up... on a Thursday/Friday.
The Shoreline
Waves shudder cobbles
Stone clinking stone round
Sounding as a million boys in the school yard
Flowing their marbles upon the land
Paired off in half a million matches
To win spherical, glass treasure.
Sandy flats flooded by sea
Receded in moments
Leaving the schwepervesent fizz
Of liquid molecules
Until the next salty lap.
Shale cliffs felled
Bit by knifey bit
Shucked from the land by salt and ice
Displaying trilobite treasures upon stone canvas.
Waves shudder cobbles
Stone clinking stone round
Sounding as a million boys in the school yard
Flowing their marbles upon the land
Paired off in half a million matches
To win spherical, glass treasure.
Sandy flats flooded by sea
Receded in moments
Leaving the schwepervesent fizz
Of liquid molecules
Until the next salty lap.
Shale cliffs felled
Bit by knifey bit
Shucked from the land by salt and ice
Displaying trilobite treasures upon stone canvas.
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