Fragmented beauty,
Soul shards lay motionless
Upon a steel floor.
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Night
Darkness lurks upon the farside of my window.
Orange red splotches force through the murk,
Showing much too little.
Too much hidden for those seeking safety.
So much away from the accountability of eyes.
Sometimes selfish longings,
Sometimes the drive to cause pain.
Whether avoiding guilt or capture,
Night’s blanket an ally.
History & Predictive Text
Predictive text will add a new challenge to the historians of our future. Before, reading through journals, we just muddled our way through the occasional misspelling or illegible word. Now, we need to be ready for strange word transpositions. Words appearing at random. Historians will need to incorporate an understanding of querty, and the possible mis-adjustment contemporary predictive text programs can use for substitutes.
I Love xkcd
Courtesy of my friends at xkcd.com.
Haiku
Failure’s abrupt edge,
Perhaps not downfall, rather
Rebirth of my hope.
Sharing Stories
Starbucks created this video featuring LA Artist Brady Smith, which I discovered here. Very nice piece.
Mental Clarity and Purpose-Filled Living
One must clear the mind. Empty the random, blistering fast data stream and its withering pace, grasping calmness, tranquility. This mind-place crucial for grasping truth, the “real”, reclaiming values. Reactive living uproots tranquility and derails the purpose-filled live.
Made where?
This shirt, "100% cotton, made in Malaysia" gave me pause. Was the shirt
sewn in Malaysia? Or was the cotton grown there? Curiosity…gets me all the
time.
Sent from my Windows Phone
Exploring sunlight, movement,
Daytime beckons, demands play,
Life outside, life well lived.
Creativity
Wil Wheaton stated a fantastic idea in the last Radio Free Burrito: do something creative everyday for 31 days. Feeling withered creatively, this seems an excellent course of action. Earlier (this morning), I broke out my Moleskine, grabbed one of my old poetry texts and determined to write from the first form that appeared before me. First on the page was the tanka, cousin to the haiku.
  Collective mind
  Growing within our hands, bright
  Blast of knowledge, linked
  Massive data together
  Knowledge not equal wisdom.
Shifting to haiku:
  Data, data, ow!
  Burns my brain, searing knowledge
  Not understanding
Lastly, and most challenging, was limerick. Not being in the most humor-centric of moods, I thought that, perhaps, limerick doesn’t need to be funny.
  Silliness, sunlight’s love, joyfully
  Exploring starlit air, blue above sky
  Into the park the go,
  Child’s play, just fun, sun’s glow.
  Building, today, a beautiful life of joy