A few stolen moments away from work… this is the best I can do. Rotting Fruit. Mahalo!
Poor Kiwi … what was I thinking?
What could have possibly overcome me
that cold, dreary afternoon?
And now you sit, sad, in my kitchen.
I’ve barely had a cup of coffee
and yet to fully appreciate the soft
indentations forming in your brown fuzzy skin.
Hints of depression.
I sip from my cup–staring.
Deciding I can’t throw you away just yet,
proper decomposition has yet to force the issue.
And still I wonder brilliant thought inducing paradigm
convinced me to buy you
and stare curiously as you rot on my
Today was a poem written in one line, one sitting. In case you can’t read my scribbles:
An Evening at home alone with the JakeCat
I love the purrrrr
and look of confusion
‘cross my cats
“You’re a mean
one, Mr. Grinch”
with such blatant
I’m sure he thinks
and then who’d
fill the treat ball?
Preface: I decided that I needed another scary project 365. The year of self portraits was hard, and at times painful… but the benefits from it were far outnumbered by anything else. This year, I’ve decided to write a poem, verse, lyric… something along the poetry lines once a day. It won’t always be good; I suspect often times it won’t be but like a photo self portrait, it is another snapshot. I contemplated starting it for the New Year, but a birthday is a new year, and I didn’t want to give myself more time to over think/engineer the project by postponing. And so, here is day 1:
Brewing up the perfect cup
Reusable: Strong, sturdy But worn in well.
A nightly dinnertime ritual
Empty morning grounds–
Rinse. Tap out. Repeat.
Fill the pot: 12 ridiculously tiny “cups”
(Four by my math.)
Water flows while coffee is retrieved from fridge
an approximate estimation of needed caffeination
The torturous deed of transporting
water from sink to machine,
then the satisfactory glow
of the blue program button
And so we begin again.
I had half made up my mind to leave my web hosting service when I saw the CEO of said company posing over an elephant he’d slaughtered…. Long story short, the previous company data back up failed, and because I had discontinued service (despite being paid through midweek) they no longer allowed me access to my data. For about $200 they would get my data to me. I hung up on them.
Google cache pages are an amazing thing. I could have pulled all my old content (through my last successful back up) and restored it all manually. And I considered this for a brief moment, before opting instead to pull the data I really wanted to keep and starting this space anew with a revamped vision.
Much like when the hard drive crashed, forever losing 7 years of data at work, it was time to let some things go and focus on the here and now. Has it sucked? At times, but it didn’t stop me. Will this rebuilding the website suck… I’ve no doubt at times that it will.
A few changes in store. More photography. A new Project 365 (Dec 10-Dec 10). Of course, recipes, but this time, categorized for ease of finding them! And, if there was a previously posted recipe you had bookmarked, send me a note. No recipes were lost or damaged in the deconstruction of the site. I will, eventually, report some of them. Most energy, however, will be spent in compiling them into the cookbook. I needed the push for that, too.
So… welcome to the new world.
Coming Soon… a Pink Ticket Reborn.