Things change

I find myself writing this morning from a different computer
with a superfast connection to the internet and perhaps as many viruses as I have ever seen in one place.

Which is to say that I have just spent several hours "surfing" the internet without writing anything

(but I did find this strange craft, I wounder how it goes?)
courtesy of Swaylocks

I have gotten to view video that is beyond the download capabilities of button and string that I normally use.

I have gotten to actually view some of my past posts and I  would like to take this opportunity to apologize for some of the lame video that I have posted before completely viewing.

With that all said, the weather conditions are the same and will continue to be gray, rainy and windy until the appropriate sacrifices are made to the gods of summer. Only then will the skys clear and the windy calm. To reveal the ocean in all its summer glory.

Flat as a pancake!

Until things change

In celebration of national poetry month (which was last month btw)
Here is a poem by Chucky  B.

this kind of fire
by Charles Bukowski

sometimes I think the gods
deliberately keep pushing me
into the fire
just to hear me
a few good

they just aren't going to
let me retire
silk scarf about neck
giving lectures at

the gods need me to
entertain them.

they must be terribly
bored with all
the others

and I am too.

and now my cigarette lighter
has gone dry.
I sit here
flicking it.

this kind of fire
they can't give


pranaglider said…
BTW, I was just over at Ramsnakes blog Waveriders watching the slo mo version of the footage from Fantasea. Unreal! Learned a bunch of new stuff on how to properly ride a mat. check it out.

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