goodnight boys and girls...

midnight, and fog rolls in over the bay
but i can hear clearly, all the way to the top of the hill.
i am pulled towards my dreaming revelries,
into the fields of a sharp noonday glare.

11:04 a.m.
and good morning again...

grrr. what's with the youth of today, Damien? none of the punks got the poem above! actually, they might've just been bleary-eyed and sleepy (either last night when they read it -- Spark at 4 a.m.! you're doomed to perdition boy, this coming schoolyear is gonna be hell. oh that's not news. okay. *chuckle* -- or this morning when they got up). and i thought i was being obvious, what with the italicization and all...

something beautiful to read for today. *sigh* i want to write like she does. i'm in love with this woman already. (yes Cole, i do remember. and why thanks, you've been remarkably, uhm... affecting and infectious. ^.^)

as for Maggie's writing... while it isn't quite a weblog as we know it, it feels like one. i find her style very web-friendly, not to mention deep and soulful. so i'm putting a link to hers on my 'adults' category there. i highly recommend you go there and read, and breathe silently for a while. it's a tonic. besides, it's good to get some poetry (and poetic prose) into your systems now and then.

and for something more, ah, male... why not this travel tidbit i found via powazek's weblog and site. i love how he arranges the images on his page. and again, his webwriting style is anti-inimical to reading onscreen. let's learn our lessons well, and aspire to writing like this. you might very well be wondering why i'm linking non-AIC/TIC weblogs here today... well, there's a vaster world of weblogging going on out there, young friends. some of the stuff that's being weblogged, the lives that are coming online via this particular slice of this medium, are potent and deeply interesting. besides, it's good to not be so solipsistic, eh? while that's generally a condition of being a teenager, why not try getting out of your skin once in a while and stretching? and you don't have to wait, like Tom Fletcher (suddenly silent! but this is no surprise really) to get to college and try that out.

*chuckle* thought so... Tom's been coming online at least in 10-second bursts. he had a response to this weblog; click on the whatchathink link below to read any and all responses, or just read here:

L...
first time on-line in days. they have us working 20 hours, yes, twenty hours a day. no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner. one snack. three-four hours of sleep. entire notepads of written text. have gotten seven hours of sleep in last 80+ hours. plan on dying soon.
do not expect any weblog updates for another eight days, until the evil people enslaving us leave. then, you will hear MANY words, most of them about human rights, slavery, and Byron's famous line "learning to love despair."
-tom

so, anyone still want to go to Caltech and follow in Tom's footsteps? ;-) watch it! language ahead...

and wouldn't you know it, an actual snail-mail letter arrived for me from Tom this afternoon:

yo lloyd --
just a super informal letter. computer all hooked up, but NO ETHERNET CABLE. oops. yeah, i left my comb and razor at home too. something was bound to get left behind, Murphy's Law or something. as for my connectivity situation, tomorrow begins the search for the correct cable. normally, a simple task, were it not for the schedule:
8:00 am - 12:00 pm: Complex Algebra
12:00 pm - 1:30 pm: lunch
1:30 pm - 6:00 pm: *more* Complex Algebra
6:00 pm - 7:00 pm: dinner
7:00 pm - 8:00 pm: workshop of mystery
soooo... well, it's definitely not Berkeley! and yes, they are allowed to work us Blake-like chimney sweep hours. ::sigh:: ohno... the Internet is changing my vocabulary, lol! Ack! banish this demonic shorthand lexicon!
ok, once i'm hooked up, i'll have net access (T1!) and a new e-mail account. (hopefully Monday.) until then, i'm stuck using the US Postal Service as my e-mail client. oh well, it could be worse. i could have to use carrier pigeons or stagecoach!
just my promise to stay in touch; stay cool in berkeley (Pasaden's an oven).
shalom, Tom Fletcher

Jul Sep

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