January 27th; with a list of names
Sounds: Shawn Colvin, a few small repairs

Words: Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising

I used to get drunk just to get my spark
And it used to work just fine
It made me wretched but it gave me heart
and I miss Jimmy like I miss my wine

Oh and Jimmy, as if you didn't know by now
Let me tell you a thing or two
Everybody might have someone
But everyone falls in love with you

This entry has taken me two days to complete--I started it the 26th, but the work got a little crazy. However, i think sanity has mostly returned, and tomorrow night I will be writing a new article about geneology sites. Also, Minna, if you read this, I promise i've not completely flaked, but I haven't had connectivity from work.

You can look at the entry for the 23rd, if you like.

URL to check out later, culled from today's reading of the Webdesign digest list: http://www.webwitchery.com/

Also, Pomegranates is amazing.

Other things I've done: I did a tiny redesign of the hypothyroid pages, since it turns out that those are the two single more visited pages on the site (strangely enough), and I haven't been paying any attention to them at all. I'm also preparing to move An Army of Me off of Geocities, and take down Anatomy of the Unshattered World indefinitely, until I get a chance to work on the content for it.

I'm also planning changes to Our Present Darkness; i'm not sure exactly what i'm going to do, but something is certianly in order.

I've also not kept up with the whole poem a day thing; I think part of the problem is that I'm simply not reading a lot of poetry right at the moment. I've got other stuff I'm reading, and there's so much stuff I want to read and I want to write that there's simply not enough me to do it all. It's a symptom, i think, of opening myself up to the world and saying, "Show me." There's so much to see, if you just look and keep your mind truly open.

Things with shannon continue to go almost miraculously well. It's bizarre, but nice.

little yoga poem

breathe in breathe out
awareness melting
to the tip of my finger
breathe out breathe in

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