Once under moonlight my heart wouldn't rest
I found myself wandering already dressed
I slowly peered through a small break in the trees
There stood that young woman whom I'd known from my dreams

And I listened as my love she said unto me,
"I will love you o'er rivers and borders and seas"
And Joy just like an arrow shot straight into me
I gave thanks my God as I fell to my knees

But Beauty she is often trailed by decay
And gardens once sprawled out in colored arrays
Will each in their season then to weeds give way
With abandon I wandered the wild astray...

I often recalled how she said unto me
"I will love you o'er rivers and borders and seas"
And as Joy had once pierced me, so now did grief
I wept bitter tears and I cried "You're a thief!"

And I searched high and low for the love I had lost,
Searching the night sky for stars Time forgot,
To fashion in them my final resting spot
For they gave me this fortune: to be with her not.

But just then a vision appeared in my mind
An image of that woman, arms raised toward the sky,
She said "I think I've come to understand the Lord,
The love that we shared we must give to the world."

And I listened in awe as her lips formed these words
"I will love you even on through the end of the world"
And I prayed unto God that this love may endure,
As a light unto all of the dark on this earth.

-- Thanks go to johndiii for his steadfast devotion to romance on his /. journal. There is always hope...

And then I failed with somebody else. Let this be a lesson. Do not get close to anybody. Period. Be distant and impossible to approach. You will feel safer this way.

A lesson to all you kids out there. Get a degree. Yes, it may be beneath you. But it might not be beneath the unimaginative overlords who will rule your world one day.

That is all.

Eight Valentine's Day since puberty and I still have yet to have Valentine's Day fall on a day when I have a woman in my life.

It looks as though quoting favorite poetry can actually be of incalculable benefit. Not to mention theraputic. Here goes nothing,

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

--Yeats

I'm almost done acquiring enough gear to record my music...need to find a place to host it though.

Normally I shun such strong expressions of emotion, but lately I've come to realize that I have to lose my cold, remote disposition, and try and connect with humanity.

Taking a cue from Squiggleslash, I posted a troll on todays story about Microsoft wantint to compete in the cluster market. Funny thing is, I was modded up.

How messed up was that? I'm sick today, and couldn't even think straight...

My parents live there...will be back in two weeks. If anyone is interested I'll post pictures.

How cliche is that?

Well, I do happen to believe that by entering the wilderness, man finds himself most calm. I'm planning on going on a long backpacking trip next summer with a good friend of mine, but need some ideas as to where to go. The trail must be at least 200 miles long, and within the continental US, preferrably someplace 2 or 3 days of driving could take me (I live in central Texas). So far, the Colorado Trail seems to me to be the most likely candidate. At 475 miles, it would take far too long to backpack the whole thing, but I could hopefully take on at least 250 miles.

I used to hate my father taking my family and me on hiking trips up in Alaska; it is only recently that I have come to see how foolish I was in not appreciating the immeasurable value that such journeys presented.

Has anyone out there fallen in love with the wilderness? Any backpackers?

Allright, fellas, who would win in a confrontation? Would the Sentinels tear the Cube to shreds, or would the Borg quickly rip out all technology on earth? I bet they'd team up.....

Actually, I mean which is a scarier fate for mankind: becoming a Borg, or becomming a battery?

Furthermore, which one would be scarier to wind up in all of the sudden, a Borg Cube, or the Earth of The Matrix?

Update: This time it'll work. Promise....

For the past few months, my .sig has read,

Sick of gentoo zealots throwing plugs in completely unrelated topics? Me too!

Now, many people take offense to this. They feel I'm either attacking Gentoo itself (which I'm not), or that I'm unfairly targeting Gentoo zealots (over the myriad of other types of zealots).

My feelings on Gentoo are simple: it's a cool distribution, it's well maintained, and most of it's users are pretty cool. However, there are a bunch of zealots that like unleash their enthusiasm where it isn't appropriate.

I rarely go out looking for Gentoo zealots to pick on, and my .sig is more of a passive form of resistance than anything else.

Anyways, if you got here because of my .sig, I do not apologize if I offended you in any way. I don't feel I'm being unfair in targetting specifically Gentoo. Gentoo zealots have made me cringe at hearing the words "compile from source." Furthermore, I'm really sick of mindless Gentoo zealots suggesting that Gentoo "gives" users more control. Knowledge gives you control, not a distribution. And lack of knowledge is also why Gentoo zealots seem to think Gentoo is so much better than everything else.