a day at the railway

and now for something completely different. a little railway distraction trip, courtesy my uncle courtenay and aunt vera. enjoy the ride!

the stars of yesterday
now abandoned as
orphan technology

still spinning

taking time today to unwind from weekend's activities and slowly spin my wheels.

the deck re-shuffles
itself again as we all
search out a new home

a drop

we are but a drop of water in free fall. this life will not last. enjoy the ride and let go.

short subjects

Kurt always carried a guitar pick in his pocket with 37 cents in loose change. A quarter from the year he was born, a 1937 buffalo nickel he found once on a department store floor, and seven wheat pennies from various years including all those that America fought in World War II.
Kurt didn’t play the guitar, but he carried the pick nonetheless in hopes that one day he might be sitting around at a party with some of his cooler friends when someone would pull out a guitar and ask one of the people at the party to play. When the guitar player would say “but I don’t have a pick” Kurt would coolly reach into his pocket, shaking the change around and then slowly pull out his bright red Fender medium and say, “here you go man”. After that he hoped all the people gathered round would nod in approval as the guitar player said “thanks man”, to which Kurt would take a beat, then reply “no sweat”.


Bill loved his daughter Christine and her new husband Todd. And even though they now lived over 800 miles away in California, they would still return home at least twice a year, once in the summer and again at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Once during a summer visit they were all in the living room after dinner watching TV, when they discovered a new nature documentary together called “Planet Earth”. And watching it on Bill’s new HD flat screen television, they all sat mesmerized, each letting out “oohs” and “aahs” at various times during the program.
That Christmas Bill delighted especially in one of his gifts to Todd and Christine, the DVD box set of Planet Earth. And although they were both thrilled to receive this gift and agreed with Bill when he reminded them of the super time they’d all had together, nonetheless, after it returned with them to their apartment in California it sat on the shelf unwatched.
And when Bill visited them on his next Birthday and toured their apartment, he proudly made note of his box set gift sitting on display right next to the first season of Lost, and nodded to himself smiling.

water as patience
drips slowly to a thirsty

and waiting people

sideshow

sideshow today. keep an eye out for the cheese. may have to book.

domino effect

remembering today that every action has an effect for good or ill. happy monday!

ride home

this is what the beginning of my ride home from work looks like. when i mount the bike, i kick off from a standstill and coast as far as i can. some future time when i have more memory, i'll try and post the entire journey. but for now, come take a little ride...

meditation

the recklessness of water on a sunday.

smaller

you held me safe then
but i was so much smaller
seeing hopeful eyes

work-flo

lull of the night time
rocking me back and forth to
the sweet tunes of sleep

the toastwalk

just taking the toastrobot out for a little walk today...
(still a work in progress)

hurdy gurd

he took an orange from the fruit vendor then grabbed the hands of the rag man and the scissor sharpener, and danced a jig to the music of the organ grinder, letting his soul fly far away to join the cast of the carousel...

a/v geeks

as a kid growing up in public schools film was an integral part of my learning experience. in fact for many of us when that 16mm projector rolled into the classroom there was suddenly a great sense of joy. a break from the "desk" learning and a chance to just sit and watch. sometimes these films were vacuous and dead and offered nothing more than a chance to lay our heads down and go to sleep for a while. but occasionally one of these films would reach beyond the walls of our institution and take us on a special journey. they might tell an ancient folktale or take us into the human body with an animated cartoon character as our guide. we might climb a mountain or cheer for a boy trying to protect a balloon.
for a time there was a group in the bay area dedicated to showcasing many of these old academic films. they leased space in the basement and former speakeasy of a downtown hotel in san jose and ran twin bell and howell 16mm projectors for anybody who wanted to show up. i guess people stopped showing up because they stopped doing it. but as i perused the internet recently i was pleased to discover that they along with a number of other organizations have archived many of these old films for any of us kids who don't want to lay our heads down on the desk and take a nap. they are a treasure trove to all of the a/v geeks like me who never get tired of loading the projector in hope that the next film may just be one of those magical journeys. so if you'd like a hall pass to roam freely and head over to the a/v room, simply click this link. (the browse by keyword is probably the best way to navigate) enjoy!

blow up

keep it safe and sane, hear?

round and round

we all go round and round. time to slow it down...

soft white all is new
your cover is deafening
listen to the snow