Wednesday, December 03, 2003
The Demise Of Blogshares
Silent Lucidity has solved the mystery of why I could not get on blogshares earlier this week. (sigh) disappointed as I am I suppose I should consider this an opportunity to spend more time writing.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
On Aging
"Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul." -André Maurois
Monday, December 01, 2003
Plum Ruby Review
The first issues of Plum Ruby Review is out and it looks to be a worthwhile read. I'll spend the next few days exploring it and have more to say about it by the weekend.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Remembering
Can you hear the silence
in the chilled winds
after the feast and fat bellies
brought us to a crawl
The moist eyes lubricate the memory
the heart weakens a bit in pain
loss can take from you like that
You are not forgotten
nor have you been replaced
the roots of such love run deep
and cannot simply be replenished
I choose to remember you in life...
the click of your happy feet upon the floor
the perpetual tail motion
the beauty of your long red hair that anyone could envy
but I cannot forget how you left
in my arms a year ago
our eyes silently saying goodbye
knowing neither had the power to stop your departure
though both our frail hearts so desperately desired to
[On this evening - 1 year ago, Barron - our beautiful long haired, red dachshund died in my arms. The last year and a half of his life, he was being treated for heart problems. He is missed daily.]
in the chilled winds
after the feast and fat bellies
brought us to a crawl
The moist eyes lubricate the memory
the heart weakens a bit in pain
loss can take from you like that
You are not forgotten
nor have you been replaced
the roots of such love run deep
and cannot simply be replenished
I choose to remember you in life...
the click of your happy feet upon the floor
the perpetual tail motion
the beauty of your long red hair that anyone could envy
but I cannot forget how you left
in my arms a year ago
our eyes silently saying goodbye
knowing neither had the power to stop your departure
though both our frail hearts so desperately desired to
[On this evening - 1 year ago, Barron - our beautiful long haired, red dachshund died in my arms. The last year and a half of his life, he was being treated for heart problems. He is missed daily.]
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Poetics of Space
This Thanksgiving holiday - many will be entertaining extended family in their homes, or perhaps traveling to another's home for the holiday. We'll each experience various levels of comfort or uneasiness depending upon the environment in which we find ourselves. The Poetics of Space is an intriguing attempted to show how our perceptions of houses and other shelters shape our thoughts, memories, and dreams. From an office cubicle to our own home - creating feelings that impact our levels of personal comfort provided French philosopher, Gaston Bachelard the subject matter of a book on this topic.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
The Michaela Tease
It appears Michaela is doing another road show. She pretends she won't leave her faithful readers lamenting her quieted blog while she is away. Ha! Another lap dance!
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