Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Ma petite soeur sont retournee! (Elle sont retournee et *je* droit apris francais?)
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Vindaloo.
Rose has returned from her wanderings. French much improved, considerably better than mine now... trouble is she wants to speak only French at home, so I'm going to have to learn considerably more to get by. I suppose that's a good thing, but I'd actually rather learn Mandarin.
Pushy lil' sisters... if they weren't so ...
What's Left of Me
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Vindaloo.
These days I dream smaller dreams
Of home and family gathered round
Yet sometimes in the darkness
Darker, richer dreams break through
Piling up cascading wonders
That leave me breathless
And make me wonder
What's left of the me
That I once knew
Under the Sun (Though the sun is down right now...)
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Vindaloo.
Was just writing Marjan, who'd asked about good movies, then clarified that she likes romances. I could only really come up with one romance off the top of my head, which is a Swedish film. It was very effective for me at the time I saw it. Far more effective than any of ...
Windows just isn't worth the time (Another rebuild of a very old system...)
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Vindaloo.
Wound up rebuilding (yet again) a Windows box that has decided to start corrupting its hard disk. Swapped in another hard disk from a box just as old (4GB). 7 hours later, it's wiped, installed, firewalled, anti-virused, IE has been replaced with Firefox, the DVD player is working, the menus have been cleaned up, the ...
Our Judges
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Vindaloo.
We desire the woman
Who sees more virtue in us
Than we see ourselves
But we can't trust
Their judgement
When they can't see
Our flaws
So we hope that someday
Someone will love us
Seeing both
And are today alone
Victory is mine! (Yay! I defeated a tiny 86 year old woman at pool!)
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Vindaloo.
Grams was bragging all morning yesterday (again) about how she was going to win the pool tournament. She actually managed to get 2 games ahead at one point, but I rallied back and swept the last 3 games to prove once again that; while you often can offend the karmic balance enough for it to ...
The Field Guide to North American Stones
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Vindaloo.
There are men whose deeds ring out across the history books
Centuries, even millenia, after they have died
Giants who molded earth and men
Others the world remembers for a generation's time
Great works for king and country fading
As brilliant medals tarnish and heros age
Yet more ply only fifteen minutes on the stage ...
He Stands
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Vindaloo.
Their waves of disappointment
Crash over this old stone
And dooming imperfections
Grow with every blow
Making waves rise higher
Until they strike him low
But for today I stand
Against the tidal flow
Pressing In
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Vindaloo.
Unchanging life of limits
Pressing in
Without, a single girl
Before I slip off to sleep (Rosey is alive...)
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Vindaloo.
Rose emailed this evening to say she's fine. She's in a town about an hour East of Trois Pistoles (didn't say what she's doing there). Apparently she'll be there another 2 weeks, heading back the morning of the 23rd.
Oh, other familial news, score from the game at gram's yesterday was 3:2 IIRC. In one ...
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.