Author archives: Mike

Spent the entire day on items for the VoIP project that were below "launch" level, but needed for release to the general public. First was a password-resetting mechanism, after that continuing work on the guided user-setup pages, then a rework of a set of menus into a single menu.

Tomorrow I'll lose a half-day to ...

Working on the user's guide for creating accounts today, along with the root page for the VoIP configuration. Long boring day of trivial stuff, but I did get to create some graphics.

Nothing really exciting, just icons for accounts, devices and signing up (silouhette, old-fashioned telephone and quill pen respectively). Inkscape worked fairly well for ...

I left the acrostic puzzle solver running all night. Strangely, it doesn't appear to have found any 8x8 acrostics with the aspell dictionary, while it's found thousands of 7x7 ones. I would have expected at least one or two 8x8s.

Anyway, the script (basically unchanged, just easier to download and play) and the 7x7 puzzles ...

No-one ever told me they had passions
Dreams of screaming in the night
They were lace and velvet wrapped
Dry goods set upon 'reached racks
So I botched the first I fetched one

How was I to know they wanted kisses
When I'd been taught to woo with words
What class covered covering her waiting ...

Had a very small, but quality turnout yesterday for the coffee house. Pleasant evening discussing history, poetry, websites and the like. Brendan has a truly prodigious memory, he can quote greater and lesser poets at length in multiple languages. He didn't recite much of his own, however. Hopefully he'll put up a selection on his ...

I once dated a woman
Briefly for a month or two
With four years to live
So the doctors said

She was vibrant
Living large on hard-earned dimes
Intent on living well
Before her mind was lost

Our first night together
Thanksgiving eve long ago
We talked 'til past the sun was up
Of life ...

Rumi graces candlelit evenings
Soft and gentle mystic love
Petrarch forms great swaths of words
To soft to give to waiting doves

I crack the knitted fabric
With crusty crude cold air
Animal lust crudest love
Tearing fabric laying bare

I probably should have held my tongue
Let quiet passion's sway
Inspire the genteel crowd ...

Faced with unceasing noise
Listen
They want to talk
Absorb
Their words that flow forever
Float
Angst, anger and emotion
Feel
They need no more chatter
Wait
They will find their fates
Hope
They will come back home

Cut crystal chalices
Have less perfect form
Hold no stronger wine
Scatter light less perfectly
Attract mens' eyes less frequently
Than these flawless lips
Wrapped round honeyed tones
Spiced with foreign deserts
Laced with thoughts of home
Forming a quiet pool of hope
From which my heart would drink
But which my mind forfends

I got a last-minute invite from Michelle to go to Aleck's poetry evening. Was all people I know, save for two friends of Aleck. Hadn't seen Golnar or Shadie in ages, it's even been a while for Kathryn.

Anyway, turns out the evening wasn't really about reading one's own poetry, it was more about reading ...