Note: I will never get involved in BSA compliance projects. Ever again.
Now I just need to write a program to scribble that on a blackboard until the bell rings.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Lithping
By the way, Lisp is fantabulous.
I'm on all of page 44 in ISBN:0-13-370875-6 and seriously digging it.
I'm on all of page 44 in ISBN:0-13-370875-6 and seriously digging it.
Niggles
transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 20 September 2006 @ 07:03 am
So, being kicked about by this post
http://community.livejournal.com/bloodspell/2006/09/19/
I'm going to have to start keeping a list of the little niggles in my life so that I can yank them into shape. Maybe I'll shoot for fixing one a month.
So, being kicked about by this post
http://community.livejournal.com/bloodspell/2006/09/19/
I'm going to have to start keeping a list of the little niggles in my life so that I can yank them into shape. Maybe I'll shoot for fixing one a month.
Flaws
transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 05 September 2006 @ 03:19 pm
Hmph. Character flaw: I always throw away my past.
Hmph. Character flaw: I always throw away my past.
Digging through memories
transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 05 September 2006 @ 08:30 am
So I'm digging through some old papers of mine and keep coming across random dribblings. None of them great. I suppose I'll prop them up here just to keep them around.
And here's the first condidate.
Untitled
What exists within each of these shells,
A soul,
A mind,
A person.
Secreted away beneath our skins,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Our souls shine,
Our minds burn,
We glow with an eternal light.
The skin provides the balance for our unfettered souls,
The shadow to eat our light,
The shade to block out the sun,
The blanket to smother the child.
So I'm digging through some old papers of mine and keep coming across random dribblings. None of them great. I suppose I'll prop them up here just to keep them around.
And here's the first condidate.
Untitled
What exists within each of these shells,
A soul,
A mind,
A person.
Secreted away beneath our skins,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Our souls shine,
Our minds burn,
We glow with an eternal light.
The skin provides the balance for our unfettered souls,
The shadow to eat our light,
The shade to block out the sun,
The blanket to smother the child.
Feeeelings.... etc etc
transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 23 May 2006 @ 10:18 pm
Odd feeling. I'm not sure whether to like it or hate it.
I'm listening to Blue October and it's makeing me bizarrely contemplatively depressed (I need 2 mood tags in here!). Or, at any rate, that's the best way I can describe it.
I'm familiar with the song's mood. Been there, yada yada. But, if there were something I could somehow impress upon the narrator I'd say simply, the only time you have no worth is when you believe it. And that doesn't say enough, because it leaves out all the good stuff that I can't express.
So I'm sitting here feeling the echoes of past emotion, angst, worthlessness, etc, and thinking about how wrong they all are. While seeing in my mind's eye (ech, cliche) this mirror of myself crying through the radio. Hence, odd feeling. Maybe it happens to everyone as they grow older. This is all new to me though. Maybe I just haven't gotten enough sleep lately.
And tangentially, I'm internally chastising myself for half-reveling in the echoes of emotion past, telling myself that my present circumstances leave no room for such ideas. Because after all, how can I raise a child to believe in themself if I can't do the same? Confused and tangled tonight, which is probably why I'm here to try and make sense of it.
Current Mood: angst hope
Current Music: Blue October "Hate me"
Odd feeling. I'm not sure whether to like it or hate it.
I'm listening to Blue October and it's makeing me bizarrely contemplatively depressed (I need 2 mood tags in here!). Or, at any rate, that's the best way I can describe it.
I'm familiar with the song's mood. Been there, yada yada. But, if there were something I could somehow impress upon the narrator I'd say simply, the only time you have no worth is when you believe it. And that doesn't say enough, because it leaves out all the good stuff that I can't express.
So I'm sitting here feeling the echoes of past emotion, angst, worthlessness, etc, and thinking about how wrong they all are. While seeing in my mind's eye (ech, cliche) this mirror of myself crying through the radio. Hence, odd feeling. Maybe it happens to everyone as they grow older. This is all new to me though. Maybe I just haven't gotten enough sleep lately.
And tangentially, I'm internally chastising myself for half-reveling in the echoes of emotion past, telling myself that my present circumstances leave no room for such ideas. Because after all, how can I raise a child to believe in themself if I can't do the same? Confused and tangled tonight, which is probably why I'm here to try and make sense of it.
Current Mood: angst hope
Current Music: Blue October "Hate me"
Night
transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 23 March 2006 @ 07:59 am
Night
Pine trees in the moon
Each needle distinctly seen
Onyx in pure cream
-Written some time ago on my Treo and only now transcribed to LJ. This is probably a safer place for it anyway.
Night
Pine trees in the moon
Each needle distinctly seen
Onyx in pure cream
-Written some time ago on my Treo and only now transcribed to LJ. This is probably a safer place for it anyway.
not enough sleep
Transcribed from livejournal, originally posted: 27 October 2005 @ 04:36 am
So. I have to put this down.
Bitter sweet regrets
Goodbye to all the friends I never had,
to all the times we never spent.
Goodbye to the nostalgia I'll never feel,
I didn't need you anyway.
So. I have to put this down.
Bitter sweet regrets
Goodbye to all the friends I never had,
to all the times we never spent.
Goodbye to the nostalgia I'll never feel,
I didn't need you anyway.
Random metaphysics
At one point I though of a great fancy logical argument about universal determinism, and now I've forgotten it. Which is exactly what this blog is for. Damn my memory. If I ever remember it again I'll be sure to post it to myself. Something to do with the state of matter at the big bang and quantum randomness and God...
Isn't it funny
As Southern Baptists we pile our shame and guilt upon Jesus, who is faultless, as burdens. Day by day adding more to his torment (past tense, of course but I digress). And he takes it all, accepts it as service to you. Personally serving you out of love by taking those burdens off your soul. Nevermind that it lets you into heaven, it is an unmistakable blessing even in this life. And all it takes is a simple confession and a little faith? May I never forget this simple idea. May I remember it when sin knocks on my soul asking to be let in.
Dear Readers
Dear Readers,
I haven't got any of you now, and I don't expect to have any of you later. Nor do I expect to keep any of you for long if I do happen to get any. The purpose of this post is simple. I intend to lay out my purpose for this blog, and warn any of you reading it.
My purpose is simple. I'm recording ideas and thoughts. Maybe a bit of poetry. Or recipes and other random bricabrac. If you have anything to say about my posts, go right ahead. But don't expect me to read it. Or care about it. Not to put you off reading, by all means go ahead. And feel free to air out your opinion. Just, you know, keep in mind that I probably don't have time to discuss it. 3 kids will do that to a person.
Thanks,
Delve
I haven't got any of you now, and I don't expect to have any of you later. Nor do I expect to keep any of you for long if I do happen to get any. The purpose of this post is simple. I intend to lay out my purpose for this blog, and warn any of you reading it.
My purpose is simple. I'm recording ideas and thoughts. Maybe a bit of poetry. Or recipes and other random bricabrac. If you have anything to say about my posts, go right ahead. But don't expect me to read it. Or care about it. Not to put you off reading, by all means go ahead. And feel free to air out your opinion. Just, you know, keep in mind that I probably don't have time to discuss it. 3 kids will do that to a person.
Thanks,
Delve
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