Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Best Intentions
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Vindaloo.
Well, so much for that plan. Pretty much k-o'd by the end of dinner. Fever is still pretty low, but the muscle aches and stiffness have begun already. Going to drink some fluids and head to bed early.
Goodbye cruel world :) .
I hate the flu.
[Update] Fever is still there, but the aches ...
My Pages
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Vindaloo.
Was I just a teacher to her
Sometimes I must wonder
Remembering the calls
Where I was just a reference
Some large musty book upon a shelf
Brought down to answer questions
Maybe check the bindings
Apply a bit of gaffer's tape
Slip me back into the dust
What pages do I have
What questions ...
Flight 93
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Vindaloo.
The crater rises above you
Men labouring long hours
Couldn't raise such walls
That rose in a moment
From across the field
It was a grass-covered hill
But here is where it fell
Faster than men are meant to fly
Look back along its path
To the open sky from which it came
It streaked ...
Cousins you've never known (Family gatherings...)
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Vindaloo.
Went to a family gathering this afternoon. The root of the tree gathering is three brothers, one of whom was my grandfather, all of whom are now dead. Probably 20 people, of whom we only knew 6 or 7, with none of those coming from our generation (though I use "our generation" loosely there, the ...
I Remember
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Vindaloo.
For years I never knew
Whether they were blue
And I was wrong
That they were grey
Or that they were grey
And I was wrong
That they were blue
But these last few nights
I lie awake and see them
Somewhere between those colours
And I remember you
A few shots from the party (Still working on the best settings for very-low-light operation)
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Vindaloo.
Most of the shots I took at the party turned out fairly poorly, either they were washed out (flash) or very dim/blurry (no flash). Oh well, some day I'll get that all worked out and be able to take images in low-light situations without losing 90% of the pictures to blur.I've spent the bulk ...
End of an Era (Christmas dinners at the Greenhams are no more...)
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Vindaloo.
Just got back from visiting the folks. We went down to attend the last Christmas dinner at the Greenham's place. Was wonderful to see all the crowd from when we were growing up.
Need to get warmed up and get started on working now.
Unwrapped Peeking
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Vindaloo.
I shouldn't have peeked
But they weren't wrapped yet
I was giving them
I should be allowed to look
But now I want to keep them
In case they're not wanted
Will lie unread unloved
But I force myself to wrap them
Hope it means I chose them well
Safe Across the Table
Written by
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Vindaloo.
I'll never know them
But they seemed nice
Across the chips and coins
Breezing through my life
Familiar in a few moments
Cracking jokes within an hour
We shared a single night of games
Played around a coffee table
Is likely all we'll ever share
Yet something calls me to them
And I mistrust its ...
On Nothing Being Said
Written by
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Vindaloo.
The look is strange
I feel ashamed
That my words are so dull
No great truths
Laid out before her feet
I want to appologise
Sit quietly
Find something to say
Anything
To win her or win her away
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.