tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296563092011-08-06T19:55:16.128-04:00The place where I can pour myself out to those who wish to feel the drops of my soul...MD, the guynoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29656309.post-1154616028821038342006-08-03T10:26:00.000-04:002006-08-03T10:43:43.793-04:00

Same Sun, Same Day (2 Aug 2006)With the dawn of day comes the promise of things to come,It comes with both the hopes and fears of life.The shining of the sun is warmth and light,A casting away of darkness.With the dusk of day comes the memory of things that came,It goes with both the broken hopes and the unrealized fears of life.The twilight of the sun is cooling and fading,A welcoming of the

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I grew up in the era of half-day kindergarten.This meant that I had to go to daycare afterwards, and even before kindergarten, when I was in daycare (it was NOT pre-school; it did do crafts and activities, but it was meant as entertainment and not necessarily learning), we had nap time.I was always a child who enjoyed sleeping. I could basically sleep at the drop of a hat (and no, I'm not

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It is alive... it carries the rain in its handsAnd feeds the fire down belowAnd can travel across the land with bothquickening speed and languid gait.It is nurturing... the stern breath we takeAnd the breath we give backIt asks nothing and everythingThrough loud and quiet and light.It is father... the one that looks over usIt carries the balm and the chillIt envelops us for good or badIn its

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It is still... terra firma, which gives us so muchIt yields to the water that dances with itAnd to the fire that dances on itAnd the sky that dances over it.There is a world on it, and a world belowIt can nourish when in balance, deprive whenIn drought, and mire when in flood.It is mother... from which we springAnd to which we returnAnd while we are on it, it gives us shelterLike the plants that

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It is still... barely an echo or a rippleAs it lies quiet, yet it can pierce the airAnd the fire like flintrock through a heartAnd covers the land in moribund fashion.It is starving... always teeming with lifeAnd dancing with death, keeping some foreverAfloat, and other forever drownedYet it hungers...It is renewal... the angel of cleansingOf ritual and of regimen from long agoFlowing through us,

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It is alive... it breaths air and travels on land,Yet it shuns the water, does a dance with itAvoiding it where possible.It is a glutton... consuming all it encountersAnd leaving little behind, but ashes and painAnd once it goes, we may move onIt is a godsend... when reigned in and rained onIt keeps us warm, and can be stark beautyThat ignites other memories in the soulIt is fire, it is the heat

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Never underestimate the power of oatmeal. Yes, oatmeal. I make it part of my workweek routine to engage in a bowl of oatmeal several times a week. With the instant market full of flavours, I have lots of variety to choose from.Sometimes, it's the simple things, like oatmeal, that can make you very happy.

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Just a "beary" warm day again... offering this pic as a pick-me-up.

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I have been meaning to update this more often. I started this as a way both to express myself and to keep my sanity. Well, the sanity is mostly gone, which means I've not been as expressive as I want to be.This is my attempt to regain my expression. If it's even a one-line entry filled with a platitude, I will update.Thanks for listening!

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Colours can bring or evoke a mood or a feeling or an idea... Grey/gray for example can be both silver lining and a cloud that threatens your sky. It is metal strong and smoke wispy. Like blue it spans a dual nature that at both can make you gloomy and strong, and light but weak. It stands between black and white, and confuses them both.Black, a colour so special that it rejects all other... a

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P and C... at 40 yearsThe colours were red and green. Red for the 40th anniversary colour, and green as the accent. The emcee was a family friend of my aunt and uncle.After the speeches by various people, my uncle got up to speak, and said some great words to all the guests. Afterwards, my aunt spoke, but kept it brief. Instead, she chose to express herself by dancing with her husband to the

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The 40th Anniversary cake... made by "P"

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Your Stripper Song IsPour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?"Break out the baby oil, you rock it old school.What Song Should You Strip To?OK, so I'm a copy cat... ;)

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I wanted to leave for Toronto at about 8 am. That didn't happen... It never happens, not once have I left on time for this place. I started out at 10:15 or so, still needing to gas up the car and all. Once that was done, I was on the road. Since I was travelling with my mom, we had to stop at certain places, but generally the stops were very short.We stopped at every place we usually stop:

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... about this place that makes me feel like I've found home? Just a mood or a vibe or a feeling. It's more than I know how to explain. I will be here, or in this area for five days (almost). I will return on Wednesday; hopefully I will have stories and photos to share.That's all folks. :)

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My friend Paul (who's linked at right) seems to have a thing for sunsets, and I don't blame him. It's "twilight", that time where the sun and moon meet in the sky and for a time dance around each other. The blister of day yields to the cool of the night.This is for him.Pic taken in June 2006

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I've always been interested in the sun. I used to hate the sun, mostly because it meant heat, and I like it cold. But recently I've been taking pics and trying to get that perfect view of the sun, and of sunlight.This pic I took in May. It's the Law School building with the light hitting the brickwork.

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I am going to Canada again. I have been to Canada (specifically Toronto) every year since 2001. There is something about that city. Perhaps because I live near what is essential an extremely large town, and not a real city, I crave height and heft. I'd visit Baltimore much, but you tend to take things in your backyard for granted (and no, not for granite, please lol).This year is different

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Today's the day we celebrate fathers, and sometimes we give fathers short shrift when compared to mothers (after all, fathers don't carry children in utero for nine months; fathers don't breastfeed or do things that we associate with mothers.) But fathers are no less important. Why else do the fundamentalists of the country espouse (no pun intended) the benefits of having a mother AND a father

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Every so often, I'll just write something, and it doesn't have a title, just a rumination about something.My hope is to bring some other writings here, and on another blog I have.Here's to the birth of a new series within a blog. Yay.

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I was checking my e-mail, and came across a blog link that a friend had sent to me, so I walked around and looked, and saw some really lovely things there. I was excited at all the colour and time put into it.But he had links to two other friends, and I followed them into the rabbit hole, and I emerged with my head and more of a view of them each.This, in addition to someone who started me

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Warm, sunny, 80 degrees (27 C)... but dry. But this area likes to get like a sauna in summer, so I'm not looking forward to it. It will be 90 (32) on Saturday... ick.Boo.

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Today's blog deals with clinginess. I can't speak for others, but only for my self. I can be clingy... very clingy. I like to think something or someone is mine, even if I have to share them, and I get whingey when I have to share.I end up alienating those that I cling to, only to lose interest due to familiarity. I had this happen with someone, but in reverse. He is a sweet guy, but at

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So now I've fiddled with the settings, and it's taken me a while to get it done the way I want. The look and feel is mine (you'll notice how much red there is... red is the colour of passion and romance, and I want my space to look like that.)

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Hello out there in ether-space... welcome to my more public corner of life.I tend to do this at work, so... that's when it might be updated. In the comingdays, I plan to archive a lot of my stuff here, even the stories.This will, hopefully, be more than a passing fancy.Again, welcome.

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