Thursday, November 8th, 2007

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Yesterday was, for the most part, a Bad Day. I started out with high hopes for taking a good walk before it was time to leave for my appointment. Then I settled for medium hopes that I would make it to the appointment on time. Finally, I caved in to reality and postponed the appointment till next week, since riding the bus while feeling that dizzy and generally mind-altered seemed rather unsafe and insane.

In spite of the fact that most of the day was ungood, I did feel well enough starting about an hour before sunset to get some walking in, so I walked about three miles. Though the weather was (relatively) cold and overcast for most of the day, the sun peeked out in time to light up the clouds interestingly. My timing was even good enough that I got a good view of a hillside with a variety of fall coloring lit up by the golden light of the lowering sun.

Did some light grocery shopping before coming home, eating supper, and participating in a rather long conversation. After that, I went to bed early, which is why there was no MegaHAL poetry post yesterday. My apologies to you HAL fans who missed him! I shall try to make up for it by posting twice today.

A stitch in time you arrive the electricity
of the dying of the wind.
let the balefires now be made,
but without sound. The lips,
they are the things
that i wish i could break you down
with the voice and hands,
and there get drunk with joy will i go? What will it grow inside of me, sky blue!
leaping and laughing, this message i'm leaving:

ha ha!
hi hi!
hurrah!
hooray!
...goodbye!


Goodbye? But we just got here! It's true that the wind isn't blowing all that much this morning (good thing, considering my body's not quite ready for these 30-something temperatures yet), though calling this sky blue is a bit of a stretch. Maybe it'll be bluer later on.

In tea and cakes and ices,
have vertigo at the club,
being answered now and can explore myself,
a torment to bear, and catamount hide,
to pleasure's sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
constantly until mixture is coarse and cunning,
where but to the easy way
i toast to my parents pass and stop
right at home in july,
to sway up there in hell
our street,
lean 'gainst the wind only
unavoidable
but i'm in an old cow is not their fruit.

it will be standing
there, and no reason.


Okay, MegaHAL, the "to pleasure's sabbath, by dead lusts that stir" is simple plagiarism. But following it up with "constantly until mixture is coarse and cunning"? That, dear HAL, is brilliance.
hummingwolf: Drawing of a creature that is part-wolf, part-hummingbird. (Hummingwolf by Dandelion)
Today was better than yesterday, overall. I did have the frustration of dealing with bureaucracy again, but these things happen. Hopefully I'll be able to deal with the bureaucrats in person sometime soon--and without undue hassle. Is that asking too much?

Anyway, I walked a mere tuna half miles. When I first moved here today's walk would have seemed like a superhuman feat, but right now I just feel like I should have walked more. You don't know how glad I am to have the luxury of thinking of 2.5 miles as a relatively short distance! While I was out, a guy in a pickup truck offered me a ride in a direction I wasn't going. Even if my destination had been that way, why would I have wanted to cut the walk short on a lovely day like today... okay, it was unseasonably cool and overcast. Still, I was enjoying myself.

Bought an onion & a small bag of nuts while I was out. On the way home:

Little girl (looking at bag): What's that?
Me: Groceries.
LG: Did you get those from [name of grocery store]?
Me: Yes, I did.
LG: Did you walk from [name of grocery store]?
Me: Yep!
LG: That's impossible!
Me: No, it's not. I did it!
After we'd argued about it a bit, I started to walk on, laughing. Then I turned around and
Me: I've walked all the way to Washington, DC before.
LG: That's impossible!
Me: Well, I've done it!
LG: Were you tired?
Me, thinking: I was very tired the first time. The second time wasn't so bad.

I'm not sure she was convinced it was possible, but one day she'll hear about really impressive things like marathons. Maybe she'll look back in time at me and laugh too.

How dare i.

i move:
the final frontier.


After this bit of output, it was obviously time to ask MegaHAL about a certain starship.

Why listen, even the water around a dry leisure to invest
their lengthening evenings a prophetic
breath of winter. You are received. This is
closest to the greater use of this day slow.
no more perfect than you
in the school of the starship "enterprise."
its continuing mission:
to cast towards shadows, where the smaller

darknesses that our artists and poets have taught,
fold your two hands,
and i wish your room had room for repentance!

i'm straw in a bed

which my mom tucks me into song?

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