heaven on earth

for me, this is about as good as it gets. Great Island in Wellfleet, Massachusetts. for something a little better, i'd go over to Newcomb Hollow beach, on the ocean side of Cape Cod.

riding down the hill this morning, it feels like winter's finally here. i wear a hood if it's under 30 degrees F out; and i feel foolish, but warm. hope we get at least a *little* visible snow to stick to the ground this afternoon, if only to make winter seem more authentic. maybe Denver would ship us out some.

much love to all my friends, family, and random blog viewers.

reflections

this is from the 04 December '06 full moonrise, shot from the bridge over the reservoir in Southborough on Rt 30. i like the fragments of light reflecting from the water, fragments of the moon.

arg, my hip hurts today. my friend David has convinced me to take a month off from the running and let it heal some. i suppose he's right, but my inner child just didn't want to give it up, the running. and i can use it as an excuse to spend more time on learning Python and working on various programs.

just started reading SWEET DREAMS Philosophical Obstacles to a Science of Consciousness, by Daniel C. Dennett. and it's a science of consciousness that i'm heading for with the Python (and C) programming, trying to marry language & mathematical logic & linguistic syntax to produce a sort of lingual consciousness of sorts. still trying, after all these years.

plus just started Allan Folsom's THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, as a fiction distraction.

any suggestions as to what Playstation 2 games i should get? racing, puzzle, etc. no sports. ;-)

learning to fly

heh, found some great pictures i forgot i'd taken. this/these one(s) is/are are from Great Island in Wellfleet in July 2006; i'll probably include some more later.

watched MY LIFE WITHOUT ME again yester (w/Sarah Polley, 2002). had forgotten about the grocery store dancing scene. sad, though. not as happy as NO SUCH THING (also Sarah Polley), which wasn't very happy at all. sometimes i need to watch something that dwells on death like that in order to banish dark thoughts from my own head.

am having fun learning Python -- it's such a loose & forgiving language. and it's so great with strings! after spending time in the nunnery of C, it's like a visit to a bordello.

enjoy the day!

releasing your inner raccoon

Is there a curious questing beast inside of you? Satisfy it! Let it out!

(Or maybe it's already gotten outside somehow, and you need to let it back in!)

there's always a full moon in my heart

another cold one this morning, and i'm shivering in the Southborough Fire Department gazebo as i write this.

happy, merry, et cetera.

drink some tea or coffee, listen to some music, and spend some time with someone you love. and never forget what you should always remember.

(and the photo above? it's legit, but i added a slightly bigger moon from another picture (from the same shoot) over the original; so it's artifice, but still with some artistry, i hope.)

as darkness falls

what do *you* think about as your trying to go to sleep? or do you just fall asleep without trying? (because you're so tired)

a rainy day here at the bookstore, which isn't open anyway (so i'm not wondering where the customers are). have you finished your holiday craziness yet? i did, years ago.

hope you're getting to where you want. be good, be safe, or name it after me.

solstice eve

as the new year approaches, ask yourself where you are and whether you're where you want (or at least headed in the right direction).

made an actual trip to the mall. ugh. was going to buy a ski mask (or something) to cover my face for those cold morning rides down the hill to Starbuck's, but found a nice versatile hood thingy on half-price sale; so no more awkward scarf not adequately covering my ears. went to Borders and actually wasn't that tempted by anything (it was on the way back from Best Buy, where they had a good price on DVD-Rs).

stun odd donuts

(and stay warm!)

fog and color

the autumn colors have faded; all we have left is pictures and memories.

will it ever snow here? ;-) i'm still up for flirting with clear skies, sun, and open roads. slush and slippery roads stay away.

perhaps i'll say a solstice prayer for an open winter.

solstice moon

she can't sleep now,
the moon is red.

she fights a fever,
she burns in bed.

she needs to talk,
so we take a walk
down in the maroon light.

she says,
"Maybe these emotions
are as near to love
as love will ever be."

so i agree.

then the moon breaks.

she takes the corner,
that's all she takes.

she moves on.

[Paul Simon, 'She Moves On' from Rhythm Of The Saints]

Mars or Arizona?

nobody coming to my bookstore this morning. everyone must be shopping (or preparing for global orgasm day -- the 21st).

but it's ok; i like solitude & quiet well enough. and there's a complete set of Harry Potter books i may take home if no one shows up.

and the sound of techno from last week's Essential Mix fills the room.

be of good cheer, all. and do everything i would never do!

i am a rock; i am an island.

my final story for Fiction Writing class is done -- YAY!

and now i have to get back to real life (or at least the d-rek version thereof).

about a million Python programs are waiting in line in my head to be written and executed. and probably more than half of them will actually work right the first time! Python is so forgiving.

and five new Monty Python DVDs await my watching, too.

come to my bookstore tomorrow -- open 10 AM to 1 PM -- if you're in the area. (anybody want some Harry Potter books?)

a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.

take me home

for me, this is a picture of home.

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind

what, where, or whom is home to you?

maybe it's time for me to return to Ithaca, so i can say "Home at last."

inspiration

inspiration, respiration, expiration.

i breathe in new ideas and cough out new stories. or at least that's how it's supposed to be.

backstory, front story, back-backstory. Douglas Adams was right -- it's the verb tenses that will get me in the end. (or that got me . . . or get me . . . or that have gotten me . . . or will have gotten me.)

at least i'm writing again, even if it's stuff i've written about before.

see you on the other side!

alpha, not omega

Hello world!

I think i'm giving up on the googlepages thing -- having a webpage there -- because i can't update it from my Mac (and because i *hate* using the library's PC's). And this blogspot thing isn't half bad.

I have to write a final story for my Fiction Writing class, and i'm procrastinating like mad -- even to the point of cleaning my apartment (and creating this blog).

And a big *hurray!* that Augusto Pinochet is dead: an early x-mas present to the world; may other brutal dictators suffer similar fates.