Huzzah!
Lullaby
Good night, my love, good night,
The moon has cast its beams.
The stars are all alight,
The day is done, it seems.
Until the morning gleams,
My darling one, sleep tight.
I'll see you in my dreams,
Good night, my love, good night.
Copyright 2011 Zachary William Anderson.A - Couldn't help but think after the second line: What level spell is "moonbeam", again? B - "darling one" was "Pragati" when I first wrote this song a million years ago. I overheard a bunch of waltz at my tango class, mulled it around in my head, and it was mostly together by the time I got home. I called her, apparently woke her up, and sang it to her. The next morning she asked me if I called her last night.
Anywho, I'm sure that's not the only thing that's changed, I just sort of reconstructed it.Fourteen hour bachelor party (and collapse into exhaustion)! Great set of speakers for lunch and supper seminars: The world-famous Beatrice Hahn (I felt like I was on the Discovery Channel, I swear...), Erin Bradley, Cindy Derdeyn, and Anandi Sheth. And then got to leave work early (although the main road was cut off... used an "emergency road" almost nobody had heard of before yesterday) and had a social dinner and D&D last night, food shopping with roomies earlier today, roast onions, peppers, and potatoes, game night tonight, two cookouts, and another platelet drop. I'm super-psyched about good times coming up. Also, two weddings this Summer, an Ashram with family, and the suggestion that I take this year even further and have a birthmonth party for my 2^5th. Sounds good to me.Some irony about my previous "dating" post; for the first, just saying it ended up releasing some of the pressure and changed the way I felt about it, and for the second, I feel like I've been getting more female attention of late; new contacts, a few replies on OKCupid, some older contacts checking back in with me. Two thought-bubbles that have floated by of late:
1 - As a "Giver" (Myers-Briggs type) Cancer (older zodiac), I am often compelled to help people. It's a lot easier to think of a date as an experience in which there's something I would already enjoy, and I would gladly share it with my new potential friend. (Can be extended to sex as well, although not likely on the first date.) This is a formula with which I can enthusiastically work, rather than the blind fumbling I described earlier of lacking social cues.
2 - I had some angst Wednesday night finding old phones and deleting numbers from them. (I still need to figure out how to transfer pictures from them - need a cable of some kind.) Lots of Pragati-memories, followed by lots of tapping, followed by a sense of elation. The following morning I formulated that it's okay for me to repurpose some of this guilt into something more useful for my reality rather than a false past. I can guarantee that I will use everything I've learned to build, hold on to, and improve a relationship that is great for both of us.
Soo... yeah, I learned a few things.I'm in an airplane that is somehow divided into neighborhoods, and I go into the "gang" side of the airplane. Get along fairly well with them regardless. I'm neither threatening nor threatened; not one of them, but I amuse them. Quick flight, possible skip. After some tension about who gets out first, we unload directly into a massive space, totally unlike any of the terminals I've seen, more like a featureless lobby. Go up another set of stairs into a meeting area and get to spend time with Patrick and raoin. There's a little bit of flirting and a lot of bad puns going on in all directions. I love you guys. That was Thursday morning. There was one this morning too, with a brief touch about spooky spirits haunting things, but I don't remember it.
Good night, my love, good night,
The moon has cast its beams.
The stars are all alight,
The day is done, it seems.
Until the morning gleams,
My darling one, sleep tight.
I'll see you in my dreams,
Good night, my love, good night.
Copyright 2011 Zachary William Anderson.A - Couldn't help but think after the second line: What level spell is "moonbeam", again? B - "darling one" was "Pragati" when I first wrote this song a million years ago. I overheard a bunch of waltz at my tango class, mulled it around in my head, and it was mostly together by the time I got home. I called her, apparently woke her up, and sang it to her. The next morning she asked me if I called her last night.
Anywho, I'm sure that's not the only thing that's changed, I just sort of reconstructed it.Fourteen hour bachelor party (and collapse into exhaustion)! Great set of speakers for lunch and supper seminars: The world-famous Beatrice Hahn (I felt like I was on the Discovery Channel, I swear...), Erin Bradley, Cindy Derdeyn, and Anandi Sheth. And then got to leave work early (although the main road was cut off... used an "emergency road" almost nobody had heard of before yesterday) and had a social dinner and D&D last night, food shopping with roomies earlier today, roast onions, peppers, and potatoes, game night tonight, two cookouts, and another platelet drop. I'm super-psyched about good times coming up. Also, two weddings this Summer, an Ashram with family, and the suggestion that I take this year even further and have a birthmonth party for my 2^5th. Sounds good to me.Some irony about my previous "dating" post; for the first, just saying it ended up releasing some of the pressure and changed the way I felt about it, and for the second, I feel like I've been getting more female attention of late; new contacts, a few replies on OKCupid, some older contacts checking back in with me. Two thought-bubbles that have floated by of late:
1 - As a "Giver" (Myers-Briggs type) Cancer (older zodiac), I am often compelled to help people. It's a lot easier to think of a date as an experience in which there's something I would already enjoy, and I would gladly share it with my new potential friend. (Can be extended to sex as well, although not likely on the first date.) This is a formula with which I can enthusiastically work, rather than the blind fumbling I described earlier of lacking social cues.
2 - I had some angst Wednesday night finding old phones and deleting numbers from them. (I still need to figure out how to transfer pictures from them - need a cable of some kind.) Lots of Pragati-memories, followed by lots of tapping, followed by a sense of elation. The following morning I formulated that it's okay for me to repurpose some of this guilt into something more useful for my reality rather than a false past. I can guarantee that I will use everything I've learned to build, hold on to, and improve a relationship that is great for both of us.
Soo... yeah, I learned a few things.I'm in an airplane that is somehow divided into neighborhoods, and I go into the "gang" side of the airplane. Get along fairly well with them regardless. I'm neither threatening nor threatened; not one of them, but I amuse them. Quick flight, possible skip. After some tension about who gets out first, we unload directly into a massive space, totally unlike any of the terminals I've seen, more like a featureless lobby. Go up another set of stairs into a meeting area and get to spend time with Patrick and raoin. There's a little bit of flirting and a lot of bad puns going on in all directions. I love you guys. That was Thursday morning. There was one this morning too, with a brief touch about spooky spirits haunting things, but I don't remember it.