on okimasu ( and the ever-present zeitless-geist)
i feel ashamed of my lack of geekdom, to be sure. it's just been kind of hard.
my grandmother got really quite sick for a good while there and everybody thought she was going to die. my cousin jamie has cancer and will probably die within the next couple of months. my father's health seems to be slipping from far away. one of my best friends and the great love of mine will be moving to seattle come the end of the month. i'm working and working and working and have procrastinated getting ami running. i finally did it, as you can see. it took us a table in the kitchen to do it, though. at least now there's a place where i can read the news and drink coffee in the morning. and max makes _really_ good coffee.
i recently looked at some old files on my computer and i realized for the most part i've lost touch of programming. after a little reading i was able to kind of work through understanding it, but it will be a while before i can grep and end things in semi-colons again.
i've lost touch with my internet-friends. i don't think i've even talked to kawauso for almost a year. i'll get aim back up, hopefully.
work is hell. read the news. denver doesn't work anymore. almost 500 flights a day. calculationally, the two days it's been closed will disrupt travel plans for almost 100,000 people on united airlines. this translates loosely into no seats anywhere which translates into fuck me. this is all alright, though.
shall i get some land in round-o, perhaps? let us see. seclusion would be nice yet perhaps outwardly frustrating. a penelo hypello chenoweth would be horribly splendid, though. (down the road.)
need to get more tattoo-work done.
a fine splendid talk with an internet buddy seems nice right now. e-mail me? i probably won't be home tonight. i don't know. we'll see.
(marbles rolling across the floor heat up as they reach a central mass. the collection, the friction, the mass of marbles in the giant center are enough to make the very glass of these marbles crack and explode - in the center of it all, a sort of child's-game singularity, and unknown quantity of what or how and whereby and the laws of physics we all take for granted. the marbles continue their vapid path until eventually they've reached their ultimate destination; one nothing more than a conclusion: critical mass is a pointless expression without limits.)
significant updates from last time:
not as much beer here. need to get some.
max has purchased a nile monitor. he is named R.G.B.
anyhow, e-mail me. kuma.gti@gmail.com - if you want a phone number for talkies, i'll give it to you.
my grandmother got really quite sick for a good while there and everybody thought she was going to die. my cousin jamie has cancer and will probably die within the next couple of months. my father's health seems to be slipping from far away. one of my best friends and the great love of mine will be moving to seattle come the end of the month. i'm working and working and working and have procrastinated getting ami running. i finally did it, as you can see. it took us a table in the kitchen to do it, though. at least now there's a place where i can read the news and drink coffee in the morning. and max makes _really_ good coffee.
i recently looked at some old files on my computer and i realized for the most part i've lost touch of programming. after a little reading i was able to kind of work through understanding it, but it will be a while before i can grep and end things in semi-colons again.
i've lost touch with my internet-friends. i don't think i've even talked to kawauso for almost a year. i'll get aim back up, hopefully.
work is hell. read the news. denver doesn't work anymore. almost 500 flights a day. calculationally, the two days it's been closed will disrupt travel plans for almost 100,000 people on united airlines. this translates loosely into no seats anywhere which translates into fuck me. this is all alright, though.
shall i get some land in round-o, perhaps? let us see. seclusion would be nice yet perhaps outwardly frustrating. a penelo hypello chenoweth would be horribly splendid, though. (down the road.)
need to get more tattoo-work done.
a fine splendid talk with an internet buddy seems nice right now. e-mail me? i probably won't be home tonight. i don't know. we'll see.
(marbles rolling across the floor heat up as they reach a central mass. the collection, the friction, the mass of marbles in the giant center are enough to make the very glass of these marbles crack and explode - in the center of it all, a sort of child's-game singularity, and unknown quantity of what or how and whereby and the laws of physics we all take for granted. the marbles continue their vapid path until eventually they've reached their ultimate destination; one nothing more than a conclusion: critical mass is a pointless expression without limits.)
significant updates from last time:
not as much beer here. need to get some.
max has purchased a nile monitor. he is named R.G.B.
anyhow, e-mail me. kuma.gti@gmail.com - if you want a phone number for talkies, i'll give it to you.