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| march 2010 |
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| Dudes | 1:50am saturday, 27th march |
A little update of what’s been going on with me, and then I’m going to take another of my famous breaks from this site. I got another day job at the beginning of February, because as yet my AI research is not bringing in any money, and I was once again running low on funds. It’s better than last year, when I had to do testing, now working on a mobile finance app for the Android platform. For the same place where I worked last year, in California, so I don’t have to wake up till noon. In other news, had a non-horrible setup date from my parents’ looking. Don’t know what will come of that; probably nothing. Still expecting at any time for the ex to get back in contact with me. But anyway, I feel a little burned out, so I’m going to chill for a little while, best I can. Peace be with you while I’m gone.
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| change | 12:01am tuesday, 23rd march |
fleeting grace knew no gravity of purpose
light can never singularly stay still
only the sea seems to remain where it is
the sky moves without being seen to course
as winds we cannot know their source
mountains crumble and there is a lesson
there is only one thing that endures
and even that shall in the universe perish
when in all entropy, change is irrelevant
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| Know | 4:27am friday, 19th march |
Such is the nature of man to think of things eternal, forever, until one day it comes and they pass away, like sunset. We get better as we experience, for how we believed we’d never love again upon our first heartbreak, and time indeed healed those wounds. Effects sometimes lingered, it is true, but it is our choice whether we are open or closed, however the world conspires to make us. It is a splendid and fearful thing we are given, in such freedom. For sometimes even emotion listens to reason, if we fight to decide wherefore our hearts perceive. The heart wants what it wants, but one thinks we learn things that effect something of how it wanders. And at the heart of the heart: that we are made in the image of love itself, if we follow the logical conclusion: God is love, and we being the image thereof. (Thus, sometimes in whispers, it knows what it knows.)
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| touch | 2:30am monday, 15th march |
the dream of fire remembered, nothing in the day sacred
and leaning into the wind, looking forward through the darkest dark...
with a prophet’s eyes, reaching through time, eternity to touch
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| Quotes | 1:59am thursday, 11th march |
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
– Thomas A. Edison
There is only one tragedy in the end: not to have been a saint.
– Léon Bloy
Be kind; everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
– Plato
Search others for their virtue, and yourself for your vices.
– Buckminster Fuller
By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.
– Eve Babitz
There are many things which do not concern the process.
– Joan of Arc
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?
– Calvin and Hobbes
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| Fix | 12:48am sunday, 7th march |
Has it always been this dizzying? One presumes that with the advent of such things as blogging, everyone is observing everyone and everything that moves, and writing about it. The question becomes, has it always been so that so much has always been going on, just that now, we can see it (all)? I look around, not that many websites, mostly for significant or interesting news, and I am just struck by how inundated by information I am. Nothing sticks anymore. There are just too many amazing things, one after another, too many tragic things, again and again, that I can only spend a minute on one when I learn of another. My symbolic reasoning does not process at a gigahertz; I am tempted to shut it all out at some point — wondering if such cold turkey will leave me a quivering mess, starving to know how much is going on without my eyes upon them, being that I am such the information junkie, forever looking for the angry fix that never satisfies.
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| Apocalypse | 12:48am wednesday, 3rd march |
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper 
Click on this to get a larger version. I imagine that the sign of the apocalypse to look more like this: not some fearsome darkening of the sky, which would be plain to anyone, but when the world at large begins to become the homogenized, mass-produced likeness of Andy Warhol’s soups...
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