Blog Links Just some of the great blogs I keep stumbling on. Go for an explore, and if you see any really good ones, let me know...
- the hottest blogger I know. - I hate knitting. However, I love this blog. Who'd have thought? - If you ask me, it's perpetual brilliance! - 'nuff said. Inspired - inspiring.
- ...into light. Xenouveau - Her from Sadisticland. All Geek To Me - Fun from Scout Finch.
Elven Sarah - Witty and weird, a bit like me (but witty). Sedgefield - A nice blog, which may have died from meme deficiency... - A great lady had a great blog. Hopefully it returns...
superphase - A stick hero for the masses...
Sadly, we have been given the cold Shoulder. - a great blog from the continent, nice and warm there. - Not indulgent any more.
She Speaks - The star-crossed lover is now silent.
Organic Feminism - A tremendous blog. Even though she calls me Scoots *shudder*
You can no longer get your soup fix from souplover.
Had it out with her, she tells me she still loves me. I tell her I need to think.
I set off for work as usual.
10 minutes down the road, i slide on a patch of unseasonal (and unsportsmanlike) ice at 60. I steer into the skid to try and recover it, but i oversteer, and the car fishtails, before going into a spin. I see the wall down the side of the road looming inexoriably towards me, and then I hit it, squarely. There is a orange flash, instantly followed by darkness.
This only lasts for a moment, but i am filled with a sense of calm after the flurry of activity. I feel the cool PVC of the airbag, soft against my face.
And then daylight returns. The car is turning, although much slower now, and the airbag is deflating, having saved my face from an intimate relationship with the steering wheel. It straightens up and drifts down the centre of the road, slowing all the time. I try to brake or steer, but the driver controls have stopped responding, and I come to rest against a small traffic bollard.
Special thanks to the cyclist who hung around to make sure I was OK, the paramedics, and the police who drove me home. Special fishslaps to the police emergency operator, who couldnt see what all the fuss was about!
The rest of the day is largely uneventful, except that my sister offers to drive me to a guy's house for a short movie preproduction meeting. It should be an hour's journey, but due to some misunderstandings and U-Turns, we get within a mile of the house in 2 hours, before admitting defeat and turning back.
Of course, today I have the prospect of a 40 mile car journey without a car. The journey I have is not intended for those without cars, and every possible obstacle has been placed in my way. Bus, Tram, Train, and shanks' pony must all be employed for this epic journey. Had Gandalf the Grey been faced with such an odyssey, I'm sure he would have sat in thought for a minute, and then said, "I suppose asking those eagles to fly us there is out of the question?"
So, I'm having the kind of week they make movies about (Coming Soon - "Bad Week II - This time it's personal"). I'll make a movie about it. Provided I make it to next Monday ;)
No poem today. I'll write one on the train. Or the bus. Or the tram.
About a month ago, I had an epiphany. I'm not a technical person. Fair enough, I almost hear you mumble, lots of us aren't. But I've been working in IT now for nearly 15 years, and I've finally put my finger on why I hate every job I've done.
I'm an intelligent chap (I've got the bruises to prove it!), and so I've never really struggled with turning my hand to things; music, writing, computers, etc. And there lies the problem. I've found computers easy without really trying, and so it never occurred to me that it wasn't a strength. I read an excellent book by Robert Youngson called The Madness of Prince Hamlet and other extraordinary states of mind, and it gave me an insight into the workings of my own mind (thanks, Bob!). I discovered that the solutions to creative problems come to me instinctively, but with technical problems, I work out the same thing in my head every time. So I'm quitting my job to return to college as soon as it's practical. I needed a career change anyway!
But this got me thinking. What are the mental requisites for a master criminal? Do they match mine? Perhaps I've missed my calling yet again, and I should be the scourge of New Scotland Yard! Never mind, I'll stay on this side of the law for now!!
My throat is tighter than it used to be, these days;
My eyes are moister, glistening in other ways.
When I was young I never knew the word "Goodbye",
And people I had not met couldn't make me cry.
My soul was full before and now there's emptiness;
Although I have more friends it feels like there are less.
For deep inside there is a hole the shape of you,
And though the edges blur it always will be true.
I must fill holes like this or I might fall apart,
But when the hole is fresh I don't know where to start;
Though now I feel so cold I'm like a winter breeze,
In time I'll stop the gap with cherished memories.
Despite my grief I still can think of you and smile,
To feel the glow of knowing you a little while.
One day I know the icy pain will start to thaw,
And I'll be happy knowing we will cry no more.
I wrote this after hearing of the death of someone I knew a little over the net. I decided not to refer to him by name, as it might distance a reader from the emotion.
(incidentally, to follow up the previous entry, it took three and a half hours to get home last night...)
Started my new job yesterday. I was pretty nervous, and after an unfortunate experience with the road network, I decided to set off at 7, giving me two whole hours to travel the 40 miles. And so I set my alarms for 6:20 and 6:30.
I've always had a love-hate relationship with alarm clocks. I think the problem is that I find the alarm noises soothing, and so I never get up with just one. When I was at college I had a TV alarm clock over my bed, about 4 feet above the bed. Somehow I would turn the alarm off in my sleep, and miss my lectures...
I woke up and dragged myself out of bed, got myself together, and managed to leave for 6:55.
I arrived at 8:50.
Uh-oh, I thought. I've some 8-4 days to work. I'm gonna have to set off at 6!
So this morning I tried setting off at 6. I used a small crane to lift me out of bed at 6, and stumbled around, bumping into doors, walls, whathaveyou, and set off at 6:20, a personal best!
I arrived at 7:30.
Most people will be perplexed at this, but those of you from the Manchester area will nod sagely...
As promised, another poem...
Worlds Apart, Worlds Together
I reach for your hand,
It feels cold, glassy
Like you're absent.
The keys are rough beneath
My love through the screen.
Our bodies mingle;
Inside a wire.
A copper strand
between us both,
that links our chained hearts.
The eye of the storm,
Where love is born.
Welcome to my blog, I decided I'd give it another go, mainly my poetry this time...
I'll tell you all about it another time, for now I'll just stick a little poem in here:
I can't recall that night,
Your image in my sight.
I've forgotten what I said;
What thoughts were in my head.
I don't recall that day,
You were given away;
You took me to your heart-
Was that the way to start?
I can't remember you
Forever being true;
When everything was fine
without a glass of wine.
I do remember, though,
The way that I said no;
You wouldn't hear my sigh
Or answer my heart's cry
And so it all has fled;
My memory is lead.
It sinks without a trace,
another hopeless case.
In time I will forget
The hatred, heart's bloodlet,
And I shall recall your smile;
Not seen in such a while.
Wrote this one about my wife, as you can probably tell, we're not happily married any more. In fact, as soon as the house is sold, we'll be going our separate ways. I'm sad about it, but its the only thing that made sense.