Month: February 2002

I wrote this while re-reading bits of Writing Down the Bones, which I pulled out of my library of writing books. I was thinking of a couple of people in particular (one more than others), but it applies to many.

I am not the poem
the poems trail out behind me
in a cloud of words
like stars
or car exhaust.
I grow through poems
like rings on a tree
in 600 years to be cut down and printed
“here is where Columbus landed,
and there where the Declaration of Independence was signed”
here is where I wrote about you
when we were first friends
and there where you thought
you loved me and there
where I hated you.
I am not the poem,
not even this one
but I can’t tell you to stop reading
from those books of cloud rings of poems past
no more than I could tell you
to forget the cloud of memories in your head,
which doesn’t need my words at all.

Lego robots – the voltron kind, not the “real” kind.

must make time to resussitate web site….

The Adventures of Action Item! “To fully own this challenge, I’ll need to be goal-oriented and results driven!”

WTF. Mom is going through credit counseling, and Edith’s being cut off – so says Elizabeth. What boggles my mind is that Mom was supporting Edith at all.

When I was 25, I was working full time at United Way, making enough money to keep my head above water. Actually, I got married when I was 25, and was doing web design part time, too.

When I was 6 months out of college – perhaps a more fair estimate – I was working full time at the Children’s Museum, mostly dead broke, but making enough money to pay at least my rent. I was just beginning to realize that it wasn’t the job I wanted, but I was trying to make it into either something I’d want, or to learn enough to go elsewhere.

grrrrrr. arghhhhh. bleh. My sister is a blithering idiot who thinks that the world will take care of her because she is special. Fuck that, I say.

blah, blah, and blah.

oh, and happy valentine’s.

links for today:

snipe.net
3 steps to writing javascript – I wish I’d had this 2 years ago!
TinyApps (by way of kottke)
a possible project? (scroll to bottom – by way of digital eve list)

in the pale fog
a bird’s song
swallowed in icy silence

Learning stylesheets to me is like learning to drive a stickshift car with about seventy-three gears, only some of which work on your particular model, and some of which work differently depending on whether your car is in the driveway or on the highway[cite].

fyuze – another aggregator