Category archives: Vindaloo

Watching a couple walk
Down Bathurst yesterday
I was struck by the years
Since last I practiced
Walking hand in arm
And idly I wondered
Whether I still can

I see so much beauty
Or does my heart see more
Or does it see more than is there

The editor in the cafe
Sticks in my mind
Playing with words
To make a story
About an editor in a cafe

There are within four feet
Four women I do not know
Will most like never know
But would not mind knowing

I sit on the bus
Rare for me
Typing out poems
In my corner
Where none can see

The baker's van
Beset with pigeons
Who mark it's passage

Just got back from Coffee with Shidan. Nice to just sit about and chat. I missing sitting and chatting with people. Anyway, I was planning on getting some OpenGL-ctypes hacking done this evening. I suppose I should do that now if it's going to get done at all.

There is a moment
When you discover
Someone you thought a friend
Is faking it
From politeness or social inertia
Or something else
While despising you
Where your world's river
Shifts and rearranges
Breaking a new bed
Sweeping dried leaves ahead
Wetting parched neglected land
So that in some distant day
The water can run ...

Too many hard-headed calculations
Weigh down my halting heart
And my dear-held friends
They too are pestered round
With worries crowding darkest fears
Perhaps I should grab those reins
Of galloping Destiny's mount
That fleet-footed steed of time
And guide my life to different paths
Of gentle summers reading rhyme

Spent this evening on unbillable work for VexTech. Mostly refactoring code so that generic code is available for use across projects while the application-specific code is isolated within the app. When you build big apps you tend to get application-framework fragments embedded into the app, and if you don't move them to a shared location ...