I’ve always said I was a writer, albeit unknown. I write about all sort of things, except when I don’t. Recently, I’ve become an accountant, counting other people’s money. And because of it, returned to school. I now wear a student’s thinking cap. They only gave me a used one, so… the gears have turned rusty, on this thinking cap. I’m waiting for the upgrade, but they said it’ll cost a pretty penny. It’s slow to process many things, it was made in 71. I’m not sure if it was 1871 or 1771. It could have been 1671, it feels like one. Perhaps It’s as old as time, this thinking cap likes to argue. It argues with the computer and its logic. Absurd, I know. One supposes that the thinking cap was somehow imbued with illogical thinking. After all, how can the teacher assign the 13th chapter when it’s not even in the book? It also argues with me, this thinking cap. I tell it I am old and just leave me alone. It counters that I paid excessively for this one class surely I have the will to pass. Just pass for heaven’s sake! But because my thinking cap is eons old, what am I to do?
I ought to buy another computer so it can think for me. Set my thinking cap upon its monitor and press a button. I’m sure between the two of them, they’ll come up with a solution and get me that PhD.
They absconded with your innocence
Before you could breath
And the rivers of tears flowed through
Your birth to your death
Following your footsteps
like the river Styx
They stole your honor before you
Could even hold that pearl
twixt your fingers
And pointed theirs at you saying
Your fault, your fault
The world and all its ills your fault
Because you were born
to be a woman
That jaded old Eve and her sin
You carry in your tainted hands
That old bedraggled Jezebel
And her crony,
once celebrated Delilah
It was Lilith that bore you
So all the sins of the world are yours…
We have always been blameless…
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You are the ocean
I stand, the forest
Greening I am
In my own world
You swimming blue in yours
‘tween you and I
Except this river of sand…
It was hot, that day we stopped in the jungle. The air was fetid, burgeoning with some unvoiced expectation. The sun was overbearing and the clouds uncooperative. The air swarmed with mosquitoes and other flying insects. It was noisy with the calls of jaguars and clay. Still we trudged through this and for one fleeting second, I was able to stand in awe. One second to capture this moment… As if there was only me and the world followed in my wake. Jaguars can wait, this could not.
Chichen Itza, you are indeed magnificent! The temple of Kukulcan. Believe me, there were plenty of people teeming around its expanse. But this was taken quite quickly. It turned out quite nice.
I brought home with me the spirit of the jaguar. And every so often, I let it roar just like I have heard in this magnificently haunted place. It is quite fun to scare the dogs with it. Hahaha!
Coming back from Christmas Shopping…we saw this. Unfortunately, the camera didn’t capture the purple streaks. The camera, however, captured the fan from the focal point. It’s still an amazing sight!
It’s busy in my household. No, wait… I’m busy… It started in 2016… No, wait… Yeah…
It was the Italian trip in January, followed by the China trip, with Christmas in Vegas. Then I was told to go back to school. Ah. I also accepted a promotion. So…. everything just went into hyperdrive and It’s suddenly December again!!
I have yet to post something on Comic-Con from 2016!!
And forget my passion for cooking! It’s been instant noodle bowls for the most part. Or take-outs!
I hope by Christmas I can post a few more stories about my current life ed-ventures. Ah, such is life…
For whatever reason, the Bay Area’s waters were calm last night. And this came out.
New phone with new camera. It works!!! Night scenes are cool now!!!! This was in Belmont, CA.