Archive for April 2004
lilacs in the vanpool
the slap and ping of water
sloshing in a cobalt-blue vase:
I fear it intrudes
same with the boisterous
flamboyant naughty perfume
rising in clouds from
extravagant masses of delicate color
nature is usually a vista
distant beyond the windows:
a mountain, the fog-shrouded
mystery of the river delta,
trees losing their leaves then
filling again with green
when winter passes
slogging slow through traffic,
sealed against the world
with lightly-tinted […]
I’m a beta girl now
this morning when I logged into Blogger (which we still use at work) I had a lovely little box asking me if I wanted to be a Gmail beta user. why the hell not? it can’t be any worse than my experiences with mail.com. (oh, the pain; oh, the humanity.)
so, you can […]
the tulips are nearly gone
I swear they went much faster this spring. the lilac in the backyard is coming into bloom — basically, we saved that plant; 2 years ago, it was completely smothered in blackberry and morning glory — and the candytuft & veronica (?) continue to bloom, but everything else is still just getting ready […]
something not quite said
the last week or so I’ve felt as though there were thoughts in my head that I haven’t quite been able to work out. something about being tired; work has been more people-intensive than usual, which saps my energy. (I’d just like to say that I’m amazed by the whole process of teaching. […]
page 23 (meme-o-riffic)
concept via Ralph:
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
and…
“A vision that attributes particular properties to ultimate reality ‘is as much about what it excludes as about what it is,’ Smith explained.” - Rational Mysticism, John Horgan
(interesting book, btw, […]
never gone for good
today I talked to my ex, which was a good thing; sounds like he’s going through an interesting patch. (since when has he not been?) the hour-long chat was mostly massive catch-up, since we haven’t talked in something like two years. (the spring before I moved to Oly?)
I feel as though I […]
