Read the perilous future

Wiry sinews draped in dust
till the fields, scatter the pores
The hoary temple slumps in the mist
Wet black eyes and pointed ears
guard nothing and point to your weakness
All those who came before haunt their gaze
reflections rippled with a tremulous reach
as prodigal dreams drip doleful shame

Fear their honor, ache in guilt
Don't let them sustain your descent.

Those fitted jeans, those tailored shirts
that milky white belt with its steely rings
Light pours forth from its silhouette
Austere countenance and regal gait
reveal the stark difference in stature
Each and every one an ideal
whispering desire and rapture unrequited
as meager senses drown in reality

Mourn your worth, reject your pride
Don't let them kill your love.

Words and code rounded in anathema
trace the thicket of your fallow life
Dusk settles in with a sleepy haze
Idle hands and furious mind
hurtle toward the death of imminent certainty
Nothing can escape but everything has vanished
grasping and clutching for familiar ground
as horizons shift in ambivalent birth.

Possess your shame, bask in release
Don't let them decide your fate.

I'm going to China to escape my problems. Finally nomading again, right? Don't worry, they'll be waiting for me when I return in 2 weeks.

Gentle Moroccan sirocco

Huzzah! My new blog layout is here! Like a veritable Dr. Frankenstein, I have breathed life into this behemoth of azure and periwinkle! Which, by the way, is best viewed at a 1152x864 resolution.

Zaps and such:

The background photo is actually from Maddie, and is a view overlooking one of the bays of Rabat, Morocco. Isn't it gorgeous?

I totally (and shamelessly) cannabalized the code for this from Dan Rubin, who I assume works for blogger or something. The original template was called Thisaway (Blue). Whoever you are, Dan, I owe you one!


... I guess that's it.

I'm not actually done yet, I have some layout changes to make (once I figure out how the hell to do it... I hate CSS). But yay the bulk of it is done!

Selfish goals abound

1. I managed to make a complete fool of myself tonight. Pictures to follow.

2. I'm going to be single again. How will I ever pick up the pieces and carry on? How will I ever get over him and be myself again?

Goddamn you and your mail order bride...

A silent serenade

Gonna be trying the audioblog thing. Seems neat. Wish me luck!

I'm still brainstorming ideas for this presentation I'm trying to create for the end-of-the-year banquet. I envisioned this touchy-feely capstone video that gave us some semblance of an EB identity, something similar to what the Canadian MC had done this past May. I'm a little worried though, because if this is done in the same way, it may come off as being superficial. Then I thought I could create a scrapbook of sorts that would scream high school graduation, but then there's the issue of finding equal photographic representation for everyone. I don't know. I'm getting more and more discouraged the more I think about it. But I feel that ultimately the most disheartening thing would be the complete lack of a presentation like that. I mean, we were a team for an entire calendar year. I guess we'll see where this goes after some footage is shot.

I miss my neighbors' cooking. I miss their cats and dogs. I miss their bratty children. I miss their eclectic houses. I miss the sense of extended family.


And life rolls on...

My whispered challenge

Nightmare Before Christmas.
In 3-D.
Hell yes.
And I still have the glasses for posterity.

It's amazing what a new perspective will do for your perception of something. I was never really a huge fan of the movie, but seeing it this way brought a new life to it.

Sometimes you can't help but wonder how you would feel about something when you see it under a different light. The shades of grey never seem quite as menacing as they really are.

What's the reasoning on the other side? I am trying really, really hard to understand why things are happening the way they are, nationally. Is there really, truly a good explanation for everything?

Maybe the way things are... really are as good as it gets. How do you differentiate reality from fantasy when you have no basis to do so?


Blah... so many uncertainties.