Lookout point

A Simple Today
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
I come to understand
perhaps I was never that clever
It's probably true, you know

How softly you said it
how thoroughly it stuck
you said "it's more fun to relax
after your work is done"

I guess you had a point
I grudgingly accept
maybe I'll try it out that way
I guess it's worth a shot

These simple things
sometimes strike a note
as I walk from day to day
and now, I miss you, more than then
though they both were warm bright days.

She said

The winds of change have fluttered through the starry night

but I am still here

Presiding over the losses of an age

given the betrayal of a homeless land

Birds forsaken, life forgiven

The arrogance of being alone

like the anger of the sun over desert stones

growing stronger with each day

Burning sharply, cooling quickly

Here, there is no repose.

To Riemann

Riemann, you knew him
has he passed by recently?
I know he used to come here
to play with your integrals

He showed me instability
slowly diverging paths
and in the resulting chaos
I havn't found him there

I sometimes think I see him
between the ridges on a manifold
or hidden in the matrix
of a similarity transform

Well, if you happen to see him
there's a closed form I'd like to know
it has to do with Fourier
and some pesky little rays

And tell him he should come by
I have some books that he should read
And we could also talk awhile
about the years that now are gone

Unexpected Knock

Suddenly the world grinds to a halt
Standing poised immovable
Falling
Stuck in midair
"Kyrie Eleison"
Words form
And flutter away
Clouds receding into the horizon
Leaving the night sky
Lit and visible by countless stars
Moving inward
The streetlight, window, table, chair, me
Wait! I'm sorry
Heartbeat, accelerating, ground, impact
Thank you,
Goodbye

Following Footsteps

A mixture of surprise and pain grips me as I read on.
Do they really know this stuff?
How can they possibly be this smart?
Where have I been? Can I do this as well?
No.
The accumulated knowledge of mankind slaps me across the face.
As if saying, "You will not understand!"
And still I read on, hoping that the meaningless stream of letters
will coalesce into something useful.
Something real.
And what do I have to show for this?
What have I gained in all my years.
The more I know the less I understand.
Cleverness, it seems, has played a trick on me.
What do I know and what have I learned?
Where did I go missing?
Where did I get lost?
I can't seem to remember anymore,
that time I was not confused.

Fatherly Advice

"Come in, my child, sit down
I suppose, you still don't understand"
Confusion stirs, I look around
"Understand? you mean Mathematics?"
"Of a sort," he mutters,
"Regarding women, has it sunk in?"
"Bad apples, you said, I pick
But I don't know what you mean."
Sighing, he shifts, "you've misunderstood,
It's relationships you pick badly,
The women are not the problem.
There's nothing to do when it's over
A worm crawls into the apple
Now do you understand?"
A smile washes my face and I reply
"I've got it! You're dead!"
"That's right" he tentatively answers
"And I'm dreaming," I add,
"But if I'm dreaming, have I been talking to myself?"
Smiling at me he almost nods,
"Wake up!"

time
I feel like time.gov cheated me out of a minute.

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: NIN: Beside You in Time

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Day to Day
Asked to explain, I start at the beginning.

Saying, "life is like a treadmill, you get to
pick the pace at which you don't get anywhere at."

A depressing thought?
I think not.

Like laughing at a funeral,
what more can be done?

I cannot explain the joy in that statement.
An understanding of the problem.

A classification of the cause.
No harm done, solution unresolved, problem solved.

Running, in place, you can stop any time.
How is that depressing?

Sanitized perhaps, but unremarkable in essence.
How can one get lost, if you see where you stand, or run?

My child, my son
I still don't understand
The things you would have told me
Given more summer days
What were the words you would have spoken
An inkling I now observe
From all the mistakes I've gone through
And all the finesse I could have had
Are those the words you would have chosen?

Justice
Upon reflection
I come to believe
God is neither a lawyer
Nor a judge

I have Failed
All the things now left undone
Walking alone on an autumn night
All the places I should have been
All the things I might have said
These leaves I sweep away
I'll find a reason for why I stay
I know no reason for the things I've done
All I hear is the moonless night
All I see are the veiled stars
I've been here before
I've been here before
Seeing the world from the tops of the trees
Actions speak louder than words
But not up here
Up here the screaming in my mind
Echos into the endless night
Silently complemented by falling leaves
With the quiet hours of the night
Slowly marching their way toward the dawn

Look where I found Klaus!
A funny thing happened to me.
So, yet again my internet connection usage shot up, and I went
to investigate. Yep, someone was looking at pictures I posted, for once
it's not a search engine (I banned them from my site). Just for
fun I clicked on the refered by link:

http://www.iphpbb.com/foren-archiv/5/297600/296040/own0rkette-72533861-17809-50.html
Here's another one
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=12244557

It seems that:
http://bhisma.dyndns.org/photos/050225/050225_medium/dscn0382_medium.jpg
is now my most popular picture. Go Klaus, you're strikingly handsome
in that picture :) .

I'm a Northern Democrat
So the argument frequently goes, that there aren't enough political
parties in the United States. Well, in this case, I guess more parties
doesn't help me. I still disagree with them all!

The site is Italian, but the graph shows where my political views are
in relation to all the Italian political parties. My political
views are far north. :)

http://bweb.voisietequi.it/risposteUtente/risultato/key/994ef464

I slept 13 hours last night in a 7 hour and 6 hour shift. It was amazing.
Anyway, when I woke up I realized why my sunroom is freezing (literally).

Yes, that plant is in my room.
Yes, that's ice.
No, it hasn't been moved from outside recently.

Problem solved. For now...

Manfred

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: none

poem
I think I'll use this site for posting poems. I like sharing those. Hopefully, they won't be too painful to read.

-- Dance --

little ball of space
floating near your hands
move and it follows
follow and it moves
dance, the music spinning
around the room, swirling
fragmented as the little pieces of glass
embedded in the window at the church
image perfectly formed
as the dance forms below

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: REM

What is wrong with my internet connection?
AHHHHHHH! My computer is annoying! This thing is so powerful, and yet I haven't been able to get it to do standard basic stuff. Like keep track of time! Or make it stop repeating a character 5 times randomly (related to the not keeping track of time). Maybe if I just recompile the kernel one more time...I'll get it right. I can't watch movies (no 64 bit codecs, no CSS decryption). And the internet doesn't fucking work...which is why I'm writing this instead of posting my comment and going back to slashdotting.

grrrr....just needed a rant, I've been doing thhhat (<- see?!) a lot lately. I even wrote a rant over at slashdot...what's up with that?

*takes a breath*

Current Mood: thoroughly happy
Current Music: REM

Here I am
Hmmm...I have no clue how any of this stuff is going to appear on the site. Frankly, I don't really have any intention of keeping a public journal. I'll probably find some use for this though. My website has some more information about me, including contact information.

http://slashdot.org/~Tharkban

could also be useful. I'm actually reasonably active there (in discussions and moderating and stuff, not the journal).

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Cake - No Phone

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