another movie:
Pokemon Heart-gold and Soulsilver walkthrough part I
they're coming fast and furiously now; though it is a school night, i have yet another to make and upload for him, but haven't had the chance. it takes about a half-hour to put it into quicktime and another to put it up onto youtube, and you get involved in other stuff and don't notice when it's finished. in this one you can hear dinner being cooked in the background and an occasional family member interrupting....yet he's doing them in broad daylight because he has ideas and wants to produce. i know the feeling, and i'm proud of him.
my own writing is bogged down a bit because i don't quite know everything i'm talking about; i may have to back up and do some research. it's about the similarities between language, traffic and other self-organizing systems; links are coming, be patient.
a storm is rolling in, and that is unusual for january, in that it's rain this year, and not a raging blizzard of frigid snow. i hear thunder in the northwest as i type and am beginning to see some kinds of drizzle around the streetlight aura. i'm coming to the end, close to bed; we all go back to school and work in the morning.
over at the table with the reindeer jigsaw puzzle i finally got going and got dozens of pieces, as you reach a critical mass and soon there are a lot fewer pieces to choose from. i couldn't finish it, however; two months, and it's still not done.
similarly with the quilt, i work on it regularly, enjoy it, yet still am not out of the grays yet; the grays are so far my first and only color on top. just starting, you could say, but it's coming right along.
other projects, i have to give up, or shelve, for the moment, as i have no other choice, it's time to get back to work. i do exercise every day, thirty or forty minutes of cajun music, and i'm enjoying that, but i no longer do poetry then as it seems my mind is just full, or maybe i need to reflect on traffic and self-organization, not enough room in my brain. my dad's pictures, cesl archive, dulcimer tuning pegs, these have all been put off, for the moment. such is life; i give in, relax, let it rain. tomorrow i start back; wednesday i teach. chou
Pokemon Heart-gold and Soulsilver walkthrough part I
they're coming fast and furiously now; though it is a school night, i have yet another to make and upload for him, but haven't had the chance. it takes about a half-hour to put it into quicktime and another to put it up onto youtube, and you get involved in other stuff and don't notice when it's finished. in this one you can hear dinner being cooked in the background and an occasional family member interrupting....yet he's doing them in broad daylight because he has ideas and wants to produce. i know the feeling, and i'm proud of him.
my own writing is bogged down a bit because i don't quite know everything i'm talking about; i may have to back up and do some research. it's about the similarities between language, traffic and other self-organizing systems; links are coming, be patient.
a storm is rolling in, and that is unusual for january, in that it's rain this year, and not a raging blizzard of frigid snow. i hear thunder in the northwest as i type and am beginning to see some kinds of drizzle around the streetlight aura. i'm coming to the end, close to bed; we all go back to school and work in the morning.
over at the table with the reindeer jigsaw puzzle i finally got going and got dozens of pieces, as you reach a critical mass and soon there are a lot fewer pieces to choose from. i couldn't finish it, however; two months, and it's still not done.
similarly with the quilt, i work on it regularly, enjoy it, yet still am not out of the grays yet; the grays are so far my first and only color on top. just starting, you could say, but it's coming right along.
other projects, i have to give up, or shelve, for the moment, as i have no other choice, it's time to get back to work. i do exercise every day, thirty or forty minutes of cajun music, and i'm enjoying that, but i no longer do poetry then as it seems my mind is just full, or maybe i need to reflect on traffic and self-organization, not enough room in my brain. my dad's pictures, cesl archive, dulcimer tuning pegs, these have all been put off, for the moment. such is life; i give in, relax, let it rain. tomorrow i start back; wednesday i teach. chou
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