Friday, April 23, 2004
" There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self. "
--Aldous Huxley... a link !
More from Aldous Huxley: " After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. " and " Facts don't cease to exist because they are ignored. " and " Nobody can have the consolations of religion or philosophy unless he has first experienced their desolations. "
I opened my new Gmail account with Google ( beta )... will check it out soonest.
By the time I post this it will be my brother Robin's (45)th birthday...
Happy Birthday Robin !!!
Happy Birthday Robin !!!
I wasn't too happy with the anagrams from his name... the letters " j " and " b " are most unkind to anagram creation. Each line an anagram... and I tried to make some kind of story line with like anagrams grouped... but here we go:
Carbon joys nihil
Ol' canny Irish job
I clannish joy orb
O, I jib horny clans !!!
Loch's brain in joy
O, join briny clash
An holy crib joins
Binary joins Loch
Bonny jail's choir
Oh ! In lyric banjos !!!
O, richly in banjos !
Shiny coronal jib
Silicon bra Johny !!!
Jar nil... boyish con !
Joy's choral in bin
I conjoin brashly !
Holy Jinni's cobra !!!
I, Jinn, ash by color
A horsy Jinni bloc
Cloy boarish Jinn
Scholar Jinni-boy
Synch Raj loin obi
Beautiful day Thursday... upper '70's Fahrenheit ( 24° to 26° C ) at home... and possibly low '80's in Sacramento. Blue skies and light breeze... allergies not acting up much at all !!! The Sierra's shining in the distance with still quite a bit of snow.
Elders ( LDS ) dropped by for a quick lesson... a re-iteration of lessons past on the function of the church and the priesthood. I'm on 3 Nephi 16 in my reading ( TBoM ).
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Singularity
Broken
light tortured
Lasing hot
as a
sun born
:Bobby Nichols 4-23-2004
Roots
Evil roots exposed
Lie not in thy purse of coin
but in thy soul bent
:Bobby Nichols 4-21-2004
Immanent Domain
T'was cold reflection
Thoughts rack through icy veils glare
Dreading portal lost
:Bobby Nichols 4-22-2004
Étude
Were I not alone
Would my self remain... remain...
infelicitous
:Bobby Nichols 4-22-2004
" Singularity "... A bit deep into physics, or into what I think happens when photons are plunged into the abyss of a black hole ( singularity ). Or... perhaps someone else's perception of a 'ray-gun' blast ? The 'tiles' again most unkind and but a few for selection.
" Roots "... a Haiku: A multitude of roots of a tree exposed from an erosion of some sort the picture for inspiration.
" Immanent Domain "... a Haiku: NOT " eminent domain ". 'Immanent' being a thought process performed entirely within the mind ( cognition as an example). 'Rack' in this instance: torment emotionally or mentally. The photo was of an ice cave with icicles near the mouth of a fog veiled entrance. My imagery ( pardon my ignorance ) that of a comatose being trying to find their way back... or as in the lyrics from Depeche Mode's " Comatose ":
" Comatose, almost... You've got me dreaming... Slipping in... And Sliding out... Of conscious feeling "." Étude "... a Haiku: The picture for inspiration was a black and white photo of a woman sitting on a wooded lake/river bank... the sunlight reflections broken up into a myriad of diamond-like sparkles before her. 'Infelicitous' - being unhappy or causing unhappiness. The title " Étude " generally a musical term... a short solo composition of a musical instrument... the word just came to me ( epiphany ? ) and seemed to fit. I know very little about music... poco-poco... picopico. One of my greatest fantasies is/was to play a guitar ala Page or Clapton... unfortunately, I've never played guitar at all.
Esghaghlleqamken !!!
C'ya.
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