To little birds, and to thee, beloved...

        may my heart always be open to little
        birds who are the secrets of living
        whatever they sing is better than to know
        and if men should not hear them men are old

        may my mind stroll about hungry
        and fearless and thirsty and supple
        and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
        for whenever men are right they are not young

        and may myself do nothing usefully
        and love yourself so more than truly
        there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
        pulling all the sky over him with one smileÂ

                                -- E. E. Cummings

Cuimhním (I remember): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54XztbNJ87g Croíthe le chéile.

Cuimhní: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n08JRxVLKLE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3fHDt4xQFw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ko0VPinyKKY

Where's your mama gone?

My phone threw out this sequence on shuffle last night:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mY9FIepqKao

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoipWH8T1JA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ye8GLPUVsM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIyxzeGQzS4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIAQCiMIEEQ

AT&T appears to be blocking inbound mail from gmail, or at least from the server that is sending my mail. I've had bounces from two sbcglobal.net addresses, but one to a yahoo.com address appears to have gone through with no problem.

Anyone else have this problem?

        I remember the nights I watched as you lay sleeping
        Your body gripped by some far away dream
        Well I was so scared and so in love then
        And so lost in all of you that I had seen
        But no one ever talked in the darkness
        No voice ever added fuel to the fire
        No light ever shone in the doorway
        Deep in the hollow of earthly desires
        But if in some dream there was brightness
        If in some memory some sort of sign
        And flesh be revived in the shadows
        Blessed our bodies would lay so entwined

        And I will, oh I will not forget you
        Nor will I ever let you go
        I will, oh I will not forget you

        I remember how you left in the morning at daybreak
        So silent you stole from my bed
        To go back to the one who possesses your soul
        And I back to the life that I dread.
        So I ran like the wind to the water
        Please don't leave me again I cried
        And I threw bitter tears at the ocean
        But all that came back was the tide...

        And I will, oh I will not forget you
        Nor will I ever let you go
        I will, oh I will not forget you

        And I will, oh I will not forget you
        Nor will I ever let you go
        I will, oh I will not forget you

        Ohhhhhhh...
        I will, oh I will not forget you
        Nor will I ever let you go
        I will, oh I will not forget you
        Nor will I ever let you go
        I will, oh I will not forget you...

                                -- Sarah McLachlan

Cuimhneoidh mé ort go deo, a mhuirnín.

        Where are you this moment -
        only in my dreams.
        You're missing, but you're always
        a heartbeat from me.

        I'm lost now without you,
        I don't know where you are.
        I keep watching, I keep hoping,
        but time keeps us apart.

        Is there a way I can find you,
        is there a sign I should know,
        is there a road I could follow
        to bring you back home?

        Winter lies before me
        now you're so far away.
        In the darkness of my dreaming
        the light of you will stay.

        If I could be close beside you,
        if I could be where you are,
        if I could reach out and touch you
        and bring you back home.

        Is there a way I can find you,
        Is there a sign I should know,
        Is there a road I can follow
        to bring you back home to me?

                                -- Roma Ryan (as sung by
                                          Eithne Patricia Ní Bhraonáin)

Tusa, is tusa amháin...

        Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art --
        Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
        And watching, with eternal lids apart,
        Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
        The moving waters at their priestlike task
        Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
        Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
        Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --
        No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
        Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
        To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
        Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
        Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
        And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.

                                                        -- John Keats

Mó réalta geal, go deo...

Although I stopped posting stuff here ages ago, I've had the My Amigos feed in Google Reader, and have occasionally wandered in to have a look.

But now I've decided to cut my ties here permanently. So as soon as I've posted this, I'm unsubscribing My Amigos. I've already updated my User Info with how to contact me.

To those few of you who still post here, thanks for the fun times. It's nothing personal, I just need to cut down the amount of time I spend on social networks generally.

-MT. signing off.

This is the entire content of the front page (outside of the slashboxes), in Firefox: "No matches found. Try a different search or head back to the main stories." Problem is, I'd not searched for anything.

        Sliver of moon,
        be where she is tonight;
        Wisp in the sky,
        bring her joy...

        In the gulf of night
        which only the heart spans,
        Carry her home;
        Bring her peace.

                                -- 5-12 April 2011

Just like it says. Please do not include me on your conference cal. Do not. Ever.

That is all.

I watched Tron, again. And... it sucked again.
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Guild Rule #12 in effect.
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And... that's all.

        (for Robin)

        You are felt
        in the warmth of the sun,
        and the gentle touch
        of the spring breeze
        But there is a hollowness
        in the world,
        a lack of footsteps,
        a place unfilled,
        a counted absence.
        There is no loss,
        from all you gave;
        the love of a friend
        in heart remains
        -- But no more to be given.

        (There is no loss, respecting what was given;
        But yet to give no more, this side of heaven.)

                                -- 7 April 2011

I would to have known you better.

        As the house of a person
        in age sometimes grows cluttered
        with what is
        too loved or too heavy to part with,
        the heart may grow cluttered.
        And still the house will be emptied,
        and still the heart.

        As the thoughts of a person
        in age sometimes grow sparer,
        like a great cleanness come into a room,
        the soul may grow sparer;
        one sparrow song carves it completely.
        And still the room is full,
        and still the heart.

        Empty and filled,
        like the curling half-light of morning,
        in which everything is still possible and so why not.

        Filled and empty,
        like the curling half-light of evening,
        in which everything now is finished and so why not.

        Beloved, what can be, what was,
        will be taken from us.
        I have disappointed.
        I am sorry. I knew no better.

        A root seeks water.
        Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
        This morning, out the window,
        the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.

                                        -- Jane Hirshfield

On tap is The Cure - The Head on the Door. Takes me back to my '69 Red VW Bug and the Alpine with 6x9s (straight from Pep Boys) I put in my junior year. I had three tapes: The Cure, Rush, and George Thorogood and played the hell out of all of 'em.

I'm "re-discovering" The Head on the Door and I have to say, what an amazing album... fantastic songwriting and such an eclectic mix of influences. From the pop infused In Between Days to the Spanish Flamenco tinged The Blood... every song on the album is amazing, but different.

And of course, there is Close To Me and A Night Like This, which coupled with In Between Days makes this album a classic and one that will stand the test of time...
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I must be in a reminiscing mood, because I've come back to /. and started up my journal... and yesterday I went for drive through HB. Wasn't quite the warm fuzzy memory lane drive that I was hoping for, because the whole damned place has changed and the long-arm of Satan-worshiping OC Developers has wiped away everything that I remember (except for the 17th street deli and the downtown post office).

I hate that they built two (and a third is in the works) monstrous "beach resorts" on PCH... they look like shit and attract touristy asshats that don't know how to pick up their own garbage.

I hate that downtown has become a drug-infested, white trash Gangland episode... and the weekends are straight stupid with thousands of drunk assholes puking and fighting and pissing up and down Main.

I hate that developers have built homes on EVERY square inch of land all the way up to Goldenwest... and now the oil fields of Bolsa Chica are being decommissioned and condos and homes built there: yeah! no two-headed babies will EVER be born there on top of the now "safe" oil fields...

I had lunch at Las Barcas. Great Mexican food... place has been there 26 years or so... at least they're aren't going anywhere. Oh wait, yeah they're being told they need to close for 6 months while the landlord "rebuilds" the strip mall into a MODERN Italian Villaesque destination shopping resort.

What the fuck?

Yeah: Modern Italian Villa Destination Shopping Resort.

=asshats
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April. Just in case you were wondering.
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"cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door"
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5 extra credit points if you can tell me why they're call "Jumping Jacks."
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I can't spell to save my life. Word spell checker overheats when I write a proposal or blog entry or letter... and my grammar is for shit. You can see it for yourself, I don't need to point it out. It just makes me feel better to admit it, because I can make fun of it, thus justifying my lack English Skillz.
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Yeah. Tomorrow is Wednesday. One day closer to the new Gojira album.

That's it.