Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
I Had Been Free
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Damnable dream
Though pleasant at the time
Has pulled my thoughts
Which I had thought now free
Back to that which should abandoned be
In Hairy Fists
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
What a perverse thrill
Holding an artefact of highest technology
Elegant, machined within a hair of perfection
Fragile in its way, destroyed by the slightest shock
Taking it in hand
Not gingerly or tenderly
But with a hand remembering those first rocks
Raised in hairy fists
That, were one to ponder, lead to this artefact ...
Six Billion People Live
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Somewhere six billion people live
For every scant connection that I make
Six hundred thousand are still-born
I will never smile at them
Never offer them my food
Listen to their problems
Hold them as they weep
Or laugh with them in joy
I fly over some small fraction
Wondering whether to add them to ...
Over Night
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Quiet whispers
Hushed voices
Nervous giggles
Squeaky springs
Untold things
Lost innocence
Found flowers
Beneath noses
Over heads
Blushing faces
Over breakfast
Hiding smiles
Never mentioned
Guilty pleasures
In guiltless hearts
A pleasant evening in with friends (Talkin' the night away...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Interesting energy this evening. The Baha'is were all off at feast, so we secular humanists (and a Pentacostal Christian) spent the first few hours discussing God, evolution, and dating. We actually spent the whole evening in my bedroom (which converts to a second lounging area when the futon goes couch). I've got little pieces of ...
Meeting on a bus (Wherein I find the subject of my best photograph ever)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I insisted on doing the grocery shopping this afternoon, even though Rosey had volunteered (she was trying to get out of writing a cover letter). Nothing exciting, just getting a few odds and sods for having a few people over for coffee this evening.However, on the way home, who should walk on the bus ...
Quiet day reading (And then some poker)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Spent the day at the library reading again. Seem to have hit that point where continuing to read is not going to help. I need to start writing some things to get a better feel for where I need more material.
I also spent some time reviewing my bachelor's thesis (in printed form). It's actually ...
Fey Dream Creatures
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The fey mood is upon me as I stare into the dark
Vibrating strings of reason holding me in check
There are grand dream-creatures roaming
Just beyond my shuttered sight
and I long to join them
and howl in darkest night
Ladies pouring coffee
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Have you won a lottery?
Are you an actor with your grand, vibrant actions?
Or are there songbirds trapped within you?
They ask me
For life is sweet
Stoic temperments
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The problem with stoics is they shatter
They don't stretch like overtaxed steel
With moans and pings of stresss
They wake up one morning
Decide they've had enough
And walk 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.