Saturday, December 04, 2004

So here I sit.
I'm sipping on some coffee, enjoying a piping bowl of clam chowder... mmm clam, with a side of garlic cheddar bread.
There's a brownie too.
At the moment (when I'm not typing here) I'm putting on George Santayana books on the database.
My plans for the evening, well I gaming I supose, if it happens.
I'm not particularly in the mood for it, but I don't want to cancel.
Then there are some movies sitting on my table at home: Lost in La Mancha, Kaizochi, and The Triplets of Belevue.
I've watched part of Kaizochi; kicks ass!
Blind samurai unleashing veangeance on a town full of bandits.
And NO it's not Anime, it's all live action.
Just they way I love my samurai movies.

Man it's cold out.
I mean it's COLD.
Just thought I'd share that with you.



your smile
a kiss on my heart
i soar at the crystal bells
of your laughter in the air
you sparkle in my mind
harmonies of your image
and melodies to my soull

Friday, December 03, 2004

So, there is a beautiful moment that happens with everybody that are friends.
It's the moment where you click.
The moment that you know that the person your talking to is some one you would like to talk to again.
That is a wonderful moment.
It's a moment that I love.
Pay attention to that moment, all of you, because it trully a moment of joy in your lives.
Well worth living for.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Like large lazy fat men, shrouded in white parkas, the snowflakes fell this morning.
It did not coat the road, as one might have expected.
No, it did coat the layer of snow that fell before it however.
Seems like fall was just a week ago.
Now we're plunged into the cold of winter.
I wrote poetry, not as much now as I once did, but I still do.
Of the poems that I have written, those about the seasons still strike a cord with me.
I envisioned fall as a middle aged druid, shrouded in brown robes.
Not unlike a certain minor wizard from Lord of the Rings that never gets mentioned in the films.
He moves amongst the animals, putting them to sleep softly with his low comforting words.
Summer, a radiant blonde, with a soft tan and a glowing smile.
Beauty so radiant that basking in it too long could burn one.
Spring, a gaily dressed jester, in purples and pinks, blues and oranges.
Singing away winter with a laugh.
Winter was a woman.
Cold and icy. A steely bride to fall and a heartless companion to spring.
Her beauty was such that once lost in it, only death could release you from it.
They all have names.
Fall, my fondest invention, is called Linder.
Winter, that which haunts me more than the others, I called Anaxia
Spring, that jester of pleasure, Eubido.
and finally Summer that beautiful creature that can be as deadly as winter, Sadia.
The poems are collected on a disk.
Every now and then I write a new one I feel belongs with the cycle.
I rarely mention the four characters by name in the poems.
I've have about ten times more poems about fall than anything else.
Strangely I even created a world for them to reside in, another place that we can only touch with our dreams.
Inspired by Lovecraft no doubt, though mine is not a vision of nightmares.
The Lake of Dreaming, and the City of Time and Seasons, that resides on it's shore.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Orders.
We had many this morning here at work.
A total of nine, which is alot.
Behind every order there is a person. Or a bookstore.
And I'm fascinated by them all.
You can tell alot about a person by the books they read.
You can also tell a little bit about them by where they live.
Combine the two and there is alot of information to be gleaned.
All from a simple book order.
Now I doubt I'll ever meet any of these people in real life.
One never knows, but we get so many orders from some many people every months that I have my doubts.
I'm enthralled with the places and people though.
I'd love to visit the simple villages in britain where people order from us.
I'd also love to visit the less touristy side of London.
I'd like to journey through the backwoods of Minnesota, and the smokey mountains of Kentucky.
All of these places have ordered from us.
At the same time I wonder what they are thinking about us.
If they envision a rickety old book store in some tiny town in utah.
Whether or not they'd come in to peruse the books if they some how found their way up here.
Every order has a story.
Sometimes, when I'm fortunant enough, I found out a little about the story, through email or through phone conversation with the person making the order.
It's easy to remain distanct from people when you don't know them.
But I feel a common bond with all the customers who order from us through the internet.
The bond of knowledge, and loving books.
Every person who orders from us has at least the desire for more knowledge in common.
We are all closer than you'd think.


Episode III

I'm tingly with anticipation for it.
We all know what happens in the end.
But what we don't know is how and why it happened, and I am excited to find out.
I saw the teaser trailer over the weekend, and I was blown away.
While Episodes I & II weren't up to the standards of the original three, they did have their moments.
The saber fight between Maul, Qui-gon and Obi-wan comes to mind right away.
Count Dooku is still really cool (It is Christopher Lee after all)
But the third film, just the snippets I saw of it, have me gun-ho.
Finally Palpatine's endgame will come to fruitation.
Finally we can see why Anikan chose the dark path over the path of good.
Finally we can know the weight of the words of Darth Vader in Episode IV when he says "When last we met Obi-wan you were the master and I was the learner. Now I AM the Master."
Yes, I'm excited to say the least.
The first two movies were really fluff, this is the movie I think every die hard Star Wars fan has been waiting for.
Just six months.
And we'll know.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Like crushed petals
The shards of innocence tumble
The softly spoken whispers of childhood
Float away on the wind
Like a broken bird
I wait with wings folded
Head bowed, weeping.
For the illusions of the lost.