found blogistry

I stubmpled into/found this old page of entry-like web writings today. Clearly these were written before I knew what a blog was… I’ve linked it on the right as “before blog” and again on my archives page at the bottom of the list. It’s funny how I struggled with whether I should use blogger to update my blog back when I first started blogging, but I had already been keeping a blog without it for over three years! (Sproadically, of course.)

Of course, for a while I’ve wanted to get away from using movable type, but I still haven’t found software I like any better.

I made some changes to my homepage today too. Updated the copyright from 2004 to 2006, for one thing, and removed the link to Thorsday, the blog that Laura and I kept about the cats. I’ve been missing them lately, and am seriously considering getting a cat or two when Christy and my mom move away at the end of the summer. (Although Christy is so allergic that she STILL can’t spend all that long in our house, and we haven’t had cats since September… but maybe we just need to clean.)

I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop. Ostensibly I’m here to write, but it’s not really happened yet. I was going to go spend some time working on my 2004 nano project, but now I think I’d rather start a different short story or something. Or maybe I’ll just write some poetry like I usually do.

six am

sunshine swooning
eyes interred
grandmother night
day infant
dawn’s taste

copper flower
rising red rising
eastern mealody
marching westward
unexpected morning

[Process:

Just for fun, here’s some notes about the creation of this poem.

I started with the title “sun at six thirty am”. Then I didn’t like sun in the title and sunshine in the first line, and felt “sun at” could go. I feel like “sunshine swooning” is both the weakest line in the poem, and also the whole reason I wrote the poem, and therefore uncutable.

I tried to play with line breaks that change the meaning of the phrases depending on whether the lines are read together or as single entities. I changed “infant day” to “day infant” for that reason. I also tried to have each line stand on it’s own. I think an alternate way to read (and/or break) the poem would be:

sunshine
swooning eyes
interred grandmother
night day

infant dawn’s
taste copper
flower rising
red rising eastern
mealody marching
westward unexpected
morning

The last line is probably the line that “says” what the poem means or is about the clearest. I almost cut it for that reason but decided it was ok at the end of the poem.

I added the line “grandmother night” when I thought about how “day infant” sounded a bit too much like just waking up.

The last line written was “marching westward”, and as much as I think it flows well from “eastern mealody”, I deliberated for a long time on “westward” before finally deciding that I liked it.]

bruce sterling quotes

He is a walking sound byte. Here are my favorite quotes:

“Think about honking if you like conceptual art.” -this may be an actual bumper sticker

“Entropy requires no maintenance.”

“There is a lot of fertility in broken down structures.”

“Jaded is the sound of wonder turning to ashes in your mouth.”

[Update: To give some context to this, I saw Bruce Sterling and Rirkrit Tiravanija have a public conversation tonight at the walker.]

blogs are so web 1.0

I figured it’s been a month since i wrote in here, so i’d better write something. Let’s see.. what have I been up to?

I finally got a design from my brother for his website, (actually from someone he enlisted to help him,) and built it out. I had the idea of letting him update it via flickr, since most of the content will involve images of some kind, and he already updates his flickr account. His links page is just a delicious linkroll. I have to do some work to get some of the pages to look more like a gallery rather than just the latest photo, but that should be easy. It was amazingly simple once i figured out i should use phpFlickr.

Mondo also happened since I’ve last written, and I never even mentioned my trip to San Francisco to visit kristin and yami. (I had a great time both weekends.) Even though I was only in San Francisco for a weekend, I really felt like I got a sense of the city, which i’d never been to before. I took some great pictures, and it was really good to see people.

I have also been sick twice in the last month. I think I’m getting over the second illness now. (I hope I am anyway, it has thus far been a thankfully brief 48 hour thing.) The first was one of the worst sinus infections i’ve ever had. I didn’t even realize it was a sinus infection until i rolled over one morning and felt the pain blissfully fade as snot drained out of a deep crevice in the back of my sinuses.

I also started a writer’s group. We have met twice so far, and the last time even spent a couple of hours critiquing each other’s poetry. We decided that two or three poems each is too much for us, and will be sticking to one poem each from here on in… But i think it went really well, and am excited to do more workshopping. I haven’t had an excuse to print out my poems in a while, and it’s always interesting how I see more things I want to change every time I look critically at one of my poems.

When you’re dead, that’s when.

When is it time to stop chasing your dreams? When you’re dead, that’s when.

Life is compromise, relationships are compromise, but hold onto your ideals and keep struggling toward them at whatever cost, or you become boring, or worse: bored.

Far too many people ‘settle’ and far too few of us keep up the struggle for their ideals.

But just as bad as settling for something that isn’t one of your immediate goals is to set your goals in stone and never reevaluating them to see if they are attainable/realistic/what you still want. I mean, what would happen if you reached all your goals and/or ideals? Someone asked me a question recently that got me off on a tirade about this. Basically they asked: “What would it take for you to reach a point in your life where you were satisfied with what you had and where your life had taken you?” My answer was nothing, and everything. Nothing because I believe you should always make the best of what you have, and try to be happy with what you have, and nothing because if you are ‘satisfied’ with what you have, then you stop growing. You stop moving toward the next goal, and that stopping is death.

They used to think that sharks had to keep swimming to stay alive, and that would have been a good metaphor here, but they discovered that sharks do stop swimming sometimes, when they sleep. So maybe it still is a good metaphor. I never want to sleep. I want to keep moving until I die.

[I posted this yesterday in response to a blog entry over on myspace. I think it’s important, and also something I’ve been thinking about quite a bit lately, hence the repost.]

my new favorite site

After you’re done ogling the newly announced Opera browser for Nintendo DS, take a look at this other article I ripped off from slashdot:The Top Ten Sci-Fi Films That Never Existed. Yes, I was pissed off that they copped out of writing 10, and combined 8-6 and 1-2, but it’s still a well written diatribe about how sci-fi films generally suck, and could be SO MUCH BETTER. Plus, after reading it, I started following the other article links at the bottom of the page, and have decided that A Pointless Waste of Time is my new favorite website. I haven’t found a source of geek humor this good since discovering Penny Arcade back when it was still funny.

Other wastes of time I heartily recommend:
A WoW World – I’ve been saying this for years.
One Trilogy to Rule Them All – Quantifying the suckiness.
The Great Porn Off – Porn is addicting? Who knew?
The Gamer’s Manifesto – What games should, and should not, be.

relationship redux, effort and compromise

Relationships are fucked. You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. I prefer to err on the side of “do” myself, but it’s not always up to me.

I spent the last hour or two reading through a bunch of Home Detention Lady’s posts, (thanks for the comment!) and thinking about relationships in general.

I would like to think that any two people in the world are a potential match. Any two people could “make it work” with enough compromise and effort. I think those are the kickers. These are the deal breakers.

With 100% effort and 100% compromise, I could date anyone in the world. But I’m not about to do either, and especially not right away. I’m probably not going to make more than a 5% effort in the first month of a given relationship, and screw compromise in the early stages… if we can’t find common ground, then it’s just not worth it.

But I think the longer you stay with someone, the more of both a relationship needs. The more you know about someone, about their habits, about their “flaws”, about the character traits that you don’t immediately adore and admire–the more compromises you are going to have to make in both principal and your vision of that “ideal relationship” that everyone has floating around in their heads. And also as time passes, more effort is required to maintain an acceptable relationship for both parties. Effort to stay in synch with the wants and needs of your partner. I think this is absolutely a natural state of affairs.

But of course, as the levels of effort and compromise required to maintain a relationship change, people re-evaluate. I think all too often, “people” (not talking specifics here, ha!) think that they’ll find the perfect person, with whom they never have to make any compromises.

bad poetry barrage

sick and insistent words, incessant
eroding my padded brainitarium walls

crumbling my fruitcake mind-ache

they’re cumshot words,
got an ‘e’ stuck in my eye
tear falling from the sting

dictionaries are the only real poetry
prose poetry, thesauruses
the good stuff — strings of

same-meaning words
combining intentions and ambitions
symbolism in synonym

tall mountains standing on the horizon

barely breathed words
practically unspoken
break the night into
tear swept landscapes
stale air unmoving

lost concepts and
abandoned emotions

thoughts, forced out
unwilling to express themselves
regret and abandonment
pain is more than the point
it becomes the platform from
which all points are made

the undercurrent of our ocean
pulling us into frightful depths
concepts swallowing us whole

And I’ll admit, I’ve
imagined all this.
We talked of trivialities,
kept those sleeping giants buried.
Our horizon was flat, plain,

and our ocean shallow, so
we barely wet our feet.

First post of 2006. (Better make it a good one.)

I went to a juggling convention last weekend in madison. My friend peter was in from the netherlands, and seemed to have a good time even though he doesn’t juggle or unicycle. He even bought three balls before he left, and a festival t-shirt!

I’m back out in the “dating” world, and damn does it suck. I love meeting and getting to know new people, but I hate the in-between stage immediately following getting to know them, when you don’t know if you should be balls out in love with someone or if that’s just going to scare them away. OK, I guess the real news is that Katie and I passed through that stage, and it pretty much scared her away. I’m over it mostly, but I still get pissed off when I think about how she never seems interested in hanging out anymore.

I was going to write a whole bunch more, mostly about how i feel really needy and clingy today, but instead I’m going over to mike’s place to finish a puzzle and maybe watch a movie or something. But first, about the needy and clingy thing… I guess the crux of it was that I wanted to talk about how I am totally a codependent person in most of my relationships, and how I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. I’m flailing around feeling all lonely, and of course it occurs to me that maybe I shouldn’t feel that way. Maybe I should just try and get along by myself for a while.

But here’s my response to that: Fuck it. Fuck that. Fuck being independent. We’re social creatures! Without friends, I’d have blown my brains out long ago. (OK, maybe family had something to do with that too, but I’m serious when I say this.) Without people to share this meaningless existence with, I honestly wonder whether it would be worth it. (Of course, I have no way of knowing if that statement is true, because I have a great network of wonderful friends.) Anyway, I WANT to be codependent. I want to get back to that place with someone. I know it’s not going to happen overnight, but I realized this afternoon that it’s not about kids, it’s not about being a grown up, it’s not about laying in bed together planning our futures… it’s about trusting someone to be there, and leaning on them, depending on them, for the things that matter. I want that, most of the time, way more than I want to be dating people. Nuff said.

[Note, some of the beginning of this post was excerpted from a myspace message to an old friend. Hearing from him was unexpected and cool.]

[Note II: I meant co-dependence here in the sense that i am dependent on my partner, and they are (hopefully) dependent on me. The popular “addiction enabler” definition of the term “codependnet” is not at all what i was getting at, and it was brought to my attention that I might have meant that here. I did not want or mean to add that connotation, and I hope this clears up any confusion. Thanks. (added 01-27-2006)]