Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Taxonomy of Joy
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Shall I spin a taxonomy of joy
Each shiver of anticipation
The bracing fear before the leap
Golden paths on far horizons
Quiet nights by simple fires
Racing, running dancing free
Crash of near-miss thunder
Among the dark-forest'd trees
Or shall I simply tell her yes
It was also good for me
Stone Levies
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The quiet amphitheater behind us
Echoes the distant thunder of the storm
On stone levies by the sweet-water sea
Hearts yearn to love and live to be
Dinner and a lightshow (Friends is the bestest entertainment...)
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Out for dinner at a Korean place on Bloor near Christie last night. Very good deal for very good food ($10 including tip). Hung out at Starbucks before for a couple of hours. Afterward we drove down to the docks and hung out watching the thunderstorm until 1:30 or so.
Sacha gave us a demonstration ...
Lies and statistics (Haven't looked at this in a while...)
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Had the computer churn out a statistical report for the website this morning. Here's the little details that catch my eye:
- blog gets about 3000 unique visitors/week, 2000 of those each week are entirely new (never seen before since the beginning of the logs being collected)
- www gets about 4000 to 4600 unique visitors/week, with ...
Too Sharp
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I grow too weary
To hold my tongue
So too sharp words
Escape
Word Daggers
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How does that pleasant day
Disappear in a few words
Leaving just a wistful memory
Truths perceived as daggers
Murder my happy noon
A Fugue
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Is it a fugue, I ask myself
As she plays on the air
Smiling at her motions
Fonduing the Night Away (My wasted youth...)
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Last night was fun!
First batch of fondue I added cheddar... not a good thing, turned into a sort of cheese ball that people were having to poke and prod apart with their veggies (way too hard for use with bread). Second batch was just about right, stuck to the recipe and it had what ...
Nest of Laughing Lines
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I look into dark-happy eyes
In their nest of laughing lines
Trying to see the hidden mind
Beyond some wet computer
Behind the gentle face
There's something deeper still within
That sparks soft dreams and hopes
Their fires dance hot and bright
Make me want to talk the night
Oh, that's the way a day is supposed to go (Chatting with intelligent, animated women all afternoon...)
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Met (again, but this time we talked) Sacha (a.k.a. Sandra) down at Linux Caffe. We have a considerable number of common friends and she's delightful to talk to. She's constantly active, I don't believe I saw her sit still for even a second. Invited her to the party on Saturday so she can meet the ...
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.