Wish.

Today is my birthday. I am turning thirty. There are few things that I want that I don't already have, but those few are troubling. I've been told I get a wish today.

I wish for a chance...Half a chance even...

 
XIX

 

Untitled.

A moment caught
outside of time
Two hands joined
Two planets circling
All I am is You
I look into the mirror
You stare back through my eyes
You mouth the words
I press my lips to yours
My knees hit the ground
The millionth time
The millionth way
This moment stretches out
into eternity
All the world is grace

-DKE

Conversation.

I have to write something about my day and night yesterday. It was time better spent than any I can recall in recent memory. Though I feel the need to recount the experience, I can't find adequate words to express the content (not common for me). So, I will borrow the words of another:

A night full of talking that hurts,
my worst held-back secrets. Everything
has to do with loving and not loving.
This night will pass.
Then we have work to do.

- Jelaluddin Rumi

That is as close I can come to encapsulating it, though still there is more... Joy... Regret... Tenderness... Sadness... Fulfillment... Silent understanding... Quiet mystery...

A good night.

I wish you a night like that. Go find your way back into a conversation. Finish it. Then begin a new one. Go on...

Labor Saving Devices.

Computers are meant to make your life simpler most times, correct? Can anyone explain why it doesn't work that way for me?

I was planning on writing an e-mail to a friend tonight and a nice article here, but instead I got to toil with this wretched "labor saving device" after Internet Expolorer decided to refuse to open anymore (anyone who says something obnoxious about M$ or Netscape, I will come over and punch you in the teeth...just warning you). I ran every spyware, registry, and configuration program known to man and still I ended up having to completely reinstall my browser...Oh well, I didn't really want to do anything marginally interesting tonight anyway.

I think that the war of the machines has already begun, much like in Terminator or The Matrix, but they don't have the ability to build cyborgs yet or any sort of vehicle to get around and interact, so they are forced to fight by attempting to annoy us to death.

I apologize to any unfortunate soul who might happen to read this. This is the worst type of rant to be subjected to, but I just had to get it off my chest. I'll make it up to you. I promise I will write something more interesting and thought provoking in the next couple of days. Until then, screw computers...Go write with a pencil...on real paper...in a real journal...Go on...