Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Is this rational?

From an IM conversation earlier today:

me: I'm listening to a coworker tell another coworker that the reason there is poverty and famine in the world is because of an OVERABUNDANCE of food... his theory is that American farmers produce too much food, and other countries/peoples want to compete with us, so they have more children in an attempt to have more workers to compete in food production.

I don't have the stamina (?) right now to ask where religion and lack of birth control come into his theory

So instead of jumping into his conversation, I'm laying it on you.

You're welcome

theotherguy: wow ... not sure I've ever experienced a 2nd hand aneurism via IM before ... quite an odd sensation

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Easy as pie.

Now I will a rhyme construct,
By chosen words the young instruct.
Cunningly devised endeavour,
Con it and remember ever.
Widths in circle here you see,
Sketched out in strange obscurity.

Count the letters in each word.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Inagural Poem by Elizabeth Alexander

On the occasion of the Presidential inauguration of Barack Obama on January 20, 2009:

Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day...

And I'm feelin' good.

Today is the end of one era and the beginning of a new one full of hope and the promise of good things to come.

Last year brought many changes to our lives. We discovered a new love of live music. We travelled more than we ever thought we would. We made some wonderful new friends, had some more great times with current ones and reconnected with ones from the past. We saw some of our friends get married. We ate dinner on the beach. We mourned and are still mourning the passing of Schroeder and Rags. We welcomed the whirlwind of Finn into our house. We saw history with the election of Barack Obama.

Today, Barack Obama becomes our president, and I couldn't be happier. This day ushers in a new era in America, and I'm honored to be alive at this moment in history. With the swearing-in of Obama comes changes in our lives as well.

A couple of weeks ago, we found a new home for our eclectus parrot, Homer. While we miss him, we realized, after five years, that we aren't really what you would call "bird people." Homer was happy and cared for, but he could and will be much happier with someone who he can climb on and snuggle with and do all those other things that actually involve holding a parrot. Homer is an awesome, funny, smart parrot and, as I said, we will miss him, but we're happy for him, too.

Another change for us is that yesterday we purchased our first real set of bedroom furniture. Currently, our bed sits on a metal frame and our furniture is the same stuff I had in my room when I was twelve years old. Our new stuff, to be delivered on Friday, looks like this:

It will most definitely look huge in our room, but I love it and can't wait until it's set up.

We're currently planning a road trip for February that will take us into the land of magnolia blossoms and sweet tea. Pending approval to take time off from work, serious planning for that week-long trip will begin.