Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Faded Demons
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Vindaloo.
Normally they are warped splendour
Twisted wreckage of the day
Piled on articles from papers
Digested and forgotten long ago
Forms disolve to truths and passions
Love pokes out from every door
Reality folds ten dimensions
Into our cosy carpet on a floor
Yet last night they wimpered
Rooms merely rooms
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Shell Between
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Vindaloo.
The design is elegant
Not seen day to day
Elongated form
Little extra mass
Throat gently curved
Well detailed
Nape smoothed into crown
Traces on the surface
Ripples in hard metal
Hiding the machinery
Or exposing it
Your mind knows
But doesn't tell your heart
She must be within
Turning an unexpected corner
Arching back ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->
Social nova bomb on time (Wasn't just a drop in, tour, and drop out thing...)
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Vindaloo.
I'd thought the housewarming this afternoon, an 'open house', was just a drop in, chat for a few minutes, and then head out thing. It was, instead, a fully-fledged party, with 30 or 40 people, enormous amounts of food, etceteras. Lasted well into the evening (started around noon). Good times, most of the people there ...
One of those lovely quotes (Brendan is always good for a few...)
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Vindaloo.
Brendan, being a historian by trade and having a prodigious memory to boot, always has fun little tidbits, and this one has been kicking around in my head for a bit:
A grey idealogue fronting for a party of loons
which is actually a quote by a political leader in Canada describing what he doesn't ...!-->!-->
Lara's back (Yay)
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Vindaloo.
Picked up Lara at the airport yesterday... didn't do much else really, went to bed almost as soon as I got back from doing that (I've been working very late hours all week and wanted to get back to normal-ish). Today's going to be occupied primarily with the mundane details of grocery shopping, cleaning, and ...
Bit of practice with Inkscape (A little guardian lion for the Open Clip-art peoples...)
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Vindaloo.
Felt like producing something pretty, but not quite awake enough to do anything complex, so created a piece of clip-art for the Open Clip-art project. Inkscape really doesn't like zooming in too far to an image, it becomes basically unusable and I wind up having to zoom out again. It also really needs a ...
Dinner at the house of pure love (Tre Fontane on Bloor...)
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Vindaloo.
I've been to Tre Fontane before, many years ago, and remembered it mostly as a gelato bar with a very friendly owner. For the past few months I've been getting recommendations from Shane, and now from Jazz and Brendan to give their buffet a try, but mostly to go see Nico (the owner), who was ...
String Theory
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Vindaloo.
Within the chambers of our heart
Are strings that make us whole
Taut as wires on a well tuned bridge
They wait for other strings
They vibrate when they find their mate
Each vibration makes them shorter
That is what constricts the walls
Lets us know that they've been plucked
Or stroked by passing strings ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->
Very small coffee and a DVD-RW recorder (Plus some mindless hours on acrostics...)
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Snaking,
Vindaloo.
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 ...
Four Years Apart
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Vindaloo.
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 ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->