You’re comin at me like I’m still free
You’re actin like it’s like it used to be
But “used to be” was a long time ago
You know the answer but you never asked
You think the future’s just like the past
But I passed you by a long time ago
And if you gave it any thought, honey you would know know know
No no no
This hot morning drink is better than anything that’s easier, and vice-versa. It fulfills humankind’s needs for sugar and caffeine at times when one is barely functional, and unable to make real coffee without spilling things on the floor. I came up with the recipe while campinng, but have since adapted it to more civilized surroundings. It saves my life about twice a week, including today.
Who is this Other
This life-maker, this home-builder
This separate species
With remarkably similar DNA?
My office got moved
Everything’s in the wrong place
Oh how will I cope?
It’s ergonomics
It all has to be “just so”
Or I can’t function
It’s not OCD
I’m sure it’s not, I’m normal
Well, maybe it is
This is a little bit of personal family history, and might help explain the culture that has led to this blog. Years back, when I was a mere sniglet and too young to remember or to play, my family invented a word game to fill the long smoky evenings. It was probably my parents and my aunts and uncles who played it at first, but my older siblings joined in later, and eventually I did too.
In a single moment, everything can change. You’re in the middle of your life, blissful. The phone rings; you trip; you look in the rear-view mirror; or someone speaks. From then on, your life is divided into Before and After.
Peacock song in lotus land
Terminal lines find their rhymes in your hand
Look within them if you would see
The pattern of your life’s futility
It’ll be an early harvest
For the winter’s close at hand
I can feel that North wind blowin
Like a shadow stretchin ‘cross the land
Years ago when I was younger
The crops grew taller and the days were longer
But now my hair is touched with frost
You can say that the world is round
As you stand on solid ground
But can you tell me when life begins
When you’re not sure what life is?
Sooner or later
Men let you down. Guaranteed –
They’re just made that way
The love you can trust
Begins with you. Believe it
And love yourself first
Make a small bright sun
Inside your chest; get warm, smile
And open your eyes
