Archives December 2005
Cousins you've never known (Family gatherings...)
Written by
on
in
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
Written by
on
in
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)
Written by
on
in
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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on
in
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
Written by
on
in
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
on
in
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
on
in
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
Longer Every Night
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The muscles around it are tense
That's why it happens
You lie down on your back
On the bed or better the floor
Try to press the small down
Touch toes and arch back
Pull your torso round and out
Digging with your heels
Stretching and twisting
'Til your forhead's on the floor
Scrabbling forward ...
Reaching Out
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on
in
Vindaloo.
The gentle hand
So often slapped
For reaching out
To hold another
Pauses too long
To hold another
Reaching out
No longer comes
Easily
So seldom comes
At all
Happy Solstice Everybody! (It will get light again, I tells ya!)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Off to the solstice celebration down at Kensington Market. Hopefully not too late, as I'd like to get more work done today. Didn't get down early to do any gift shopping, sigh. Oh well, do that Friday before heading over to gram's place I suppose.
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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.