Month: July 2002
Summer Mist
Posted on July 31, 2002 in Weather
A fog lifted from the sea has drifted inland and stayed awhile atop the hill where we live. A bank of long, flat clouds stretches northeastwards, intent on giving its gift to some other part of the continent. Sheer wisps of mist separate we mortals below from the water we need. Up there. I wonder what selfish little boy has been chanting “Rain, rain, go away!” and getting his wish to the detriment of us others?
A Look Worthy of Baudelaire
Posted on July 31, 2002 in North Carolina
When I am in the creative state, my external communication skills become more primitive as the words on the screen become more eloquent.
Fixing Things
Posted on July 31, 2002 in Cafes
I intend to extract one of two types of writer’s revenges….
What the Fork?
Posted on July 31, 2002 in Crosstalk Words
Sometimes when I am in chatrooms where the word is prohibited, I have my own collection of “acceptable variants” on the word. “Fark!” is one of the words. “Fork!” also works well as in “It’s none of your forking business!”
End to Ratings
Posted on July 30, 2002 in Misc
I decided to remove the ratings from this page. I was getting mostly favorable ratings from my reviewers, but some clown came in and clicked on “I hate it” six times. I have a hard time remembering that the balance of good comments outweigh the bad. A nasty remark pierces me. I get to feeling like I shouldn’t write anymore. Best for me to go on blind. The rating system just isn’t constructive criticism any more than some fool who writes “fuck you” in the guestbook or the comments tells me a thing about the quality of what I am doing, but a lot about the coward who wrote it.
You can still go to Bloghop and rate me if you wish.
Don’t worry. The raNtings will continue.
Scars
Posted on July 29, 2002 in Writing
I have to feel that the tips of my pen cut the paper, like I’m ritually scarring the page.
Unrecovered Memories
Posted on July 29, 2002 in PTSD Reflections
I hate it when some people go rolling out their “past” like a heavily retouched wallet photo. “Recovered memories” seem gruesomely unreal because they are unreal.
Image Poem
Posted on July 29, 2002 in Whimsies
(Post fondly dedicated to Warpster93, a weaver and perceiver of shadows)
Yet Another Survey
Posted on July 29, 2002 in Quizzes
Does your weblog own you?
I’m a free man! Well, nearly.
To Sleep, Mischance to Dream
Posted on July 28, 2002 in Childhood Dreams Reflections
Dreams are a crazy salad of all kinds of things.
Silverado Canyon
Posted on July 27, 2002 in The Orange
Summer is the season of death in Southern California….
