The (mis)adventures of a macintosh administrator.

An actual chat session transcript, or "everything I needed to know I learned from Comic Books".

Tue, 30 Mar 2010 00:17:59 -0500

A friend and I chatting about fear and dreams. - Posted from my iPhone

She paints pictures with chicken

Sun, 28 Mar 2010 23:04:46 -0500

- Posted from my iPhone

Here's to the old Me.

Thu, 25 Mar 2010 22:14:10 -0500

1994. Working at Nickelodeon on Blues Clues. Look how happy this kid is. NYC is about to eat him up and spit him out. Oh well. - Posted from my iPhone

Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length by Robert Frost

Wed, 24 Mar 2010 02:34:12 -0500

Oh, stormy stormy world, The days you were not swirled Around with mist and cloud, Or wrapped as in a shroud, And the sun's brilliant ball Was not in part or all Obscured from mortal view-- Were days so very few I can but wonder whence I get the lasting sense Of so much warmth and light. If my mistrust is right It may be altogether From one day's perfect weather, When starting clear at dawn, The day swept clearly on To finish clear at eve. I verily believe My fair impression may Be all from that one day No shadow crossed but ours As through its blazing flowers We went from house to wood For change of solitude. - Posted from my iPhone late late at night.

Fun with bash

Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:09:59 -0500

- Posted from my iPhone

Attention, @gedeon @panache, @flargh

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 20:37:10 -0500

STO here we come.

- Posted from my iPhone

If you can see this blogging from my iPhone is fixed.

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 20:31:52 -0500

Testing, 1 2 3. dvsjr -- Posted from my iPhone

Location:Old Plymouth Rd,Sagamore Beach,United States

As time goes by

Fri, 19 Mar 2010 05:05:21 -0500

This day and age we're living in Gives cause for apprehension With speed and new invention And things like fourth dimensions. Yet we get a trifle weary With Mr. Einstein's theory. So we must get down to earth at times Relax, relieve the tension And no matter what the progress Or what may yet be proved The simple facts of life are such They cannot be removed. You must remember this A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things apply As time goes by. And when two lovers woo They still say, "I love you." On that you can rely No matter what the future brings As time goes by. Moonlight and love songs Never out of date. Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate. Woman needs man And man must have his mate That no one can deny. It's still the same old story A fight for love and glory A case of do or die. The world will always welcome lovers As time goes by. Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers As time goes by. - Posted from my iPhone

Building Forts

Mon, 15 Mar 2010 12:05:58 -0500

People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels - Posted from my iPhone

The opposite

Sun, 14 Mar 2010 03:11:19 -0500

The opposite of depression, I wanted you to know I discovered it. The complete 180 of lying awake at 3am alone and full of sadness for a full year is to be gently awakened by her, warm and naked, spooning you in the darkness. - Posted from my iPhone

Honey by Connie Wanek

Sun, 14 Mar 2010 03:04:26 -0500

Luxury itself, thick as a Persian carpet, honey fills the jar with the concentrated sweetness of countless thefts, the blossoms bereft, the hive destitute. Though my debts are heavy honey would pay them all. Honey heals, honey mends. A spoon takes more than it can hold without reproach. A knife plunges deep, but does no injury. Honey moves with intense deliberation. Between one drop and the next forty lean years pass in a distant desert. What one generation labored for another receives, and yet another gives thanks. - Posted from my iPhone in bed. Listening to the wind.

Un Bel Di by Gerald Locklin

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:10:58 -0500

Because my daughter's eighth-grade teachers Are having what is called an "in-service day," Which means, in fact, an out-of-service day, She is spending this Friday home with me, So I get up in time to take us, On this summery day in March, For a light lunch at a legendary café Near the Yacht Marina. Then we feed some ducks before catching The cheap early-bird showing of My Cousin Vinny, at which we share a Dessert of a box of Milk Duds large Enough to last us the entire show. Afterwards we drive to a shoe-store to Get her the Birkenstocks she's been coveting, But they're out of her size in green; we leave An order and stop for dinner at Norm Calvin's Texas-style hole-in-the-wall barbeque rib factory. When we get home I am smart enough To downplay to my wife what a good day We have had on our own. Later, saying Goodnight to my little girl, Already much taller than her mother, I say, "days like today are the favorite Days of my life," and she knows It is true. - Posted from my iPhone

Pull a string a puppet moves

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 12:42:53 -0500

By Charles Bukowski each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know ... - Posted from my iPhone

Nostalgia by Dawn Potter

Sat, 13 Feb 2010 05:39:36 -0500

It was darker then, in the nights when the cars Came sliding around the traffic circle, when the headlights Speckled with rain traveled the bedroom walls and vanished; when the typewriter, the squeaking chair, the slow voice of the radio stirred the night air like a fan. Of course, the ones we loved were beautiful-- slim, dark-haired, intent on their books. The rain came swishing against the lamp-lit windows. The cat purred in his chair. A clock sang, and we lay nearly asleep, almost dreaming, almost alone, nearly gone--the days fly so; and the nights, like sleep, disappear without memory. - Posted from my iPhone, early in the morning.

This Year's Valentine by Philip Appleman

Tue, 09 Feb 2010 09:00:34 -0500

They could pump frenzy into air ducts and rage into reservoirs, dynamite dams and drown cities, cry fire in theaters as the victims are burning, but I will find my way through blackened streets and kneel down at your side. They could jump the median, head-on, and obliterate the future, fit .45's to the hands of kids and skate them off to school, flip live butts into tinderbox forests and hellfire half the heavens, but in the rubble of smoking cottages I will hold you in my arms. They could send kidnappers to kindergartens and pedophiles to playgrounds, wrap themselves in Old Glory and gut the Bill of Rights, pound the door with holy screed and put an end to reason, but I will cut through their curtains of cunning and find you somewhere in the moonlight. Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws, however they strip-search or brainwash or blackmail, they cannot prevent me from sending you robins, all of them singing: I'll be there. - Posted from my iPhone