Aug 14 2005

Forward, the way it goes is steered somehow.
No telling what or who.
The children have demands.
No one in the outside office needs to know the time.
Careful, your shoelace is untied.
Every wonder what the management solution is?
There used to be a way of doing things that went around something.
What's the point of putting things together?
It alludes to a centre.
It's sometimes good to have one.

Do you have something to say?

People want to have things in the power of their own control, but they like to lose control as well - there is consistency in this.
It's about the way you're driven to do things.

Some people are quite good at tuning out the things that are going on around them.
I wonder if that's good?
I suppose it could be good sometimes.
But perhaps it might be better to be aware of things without letting them intrude?
And then again, maybe not.
It might not be so good to ignore so many things.

The value of your discipline.
Concentration.
Peace of mind.

Poetry can be a way of doing things.

Bleak, the open field of snow is peaceful from the inside.
Sometimes the thought of "how" is come upon like ice below the snow.
Sometimes it's hard to take dictation, but it often is the best because I like surprises of this sort, and it is evocative.
The worry song is a short show.
Homage to distant waving.

Celebrate the feeling that's within the study of this melting Dali watch, which is not really melting.
This is the sound you like to hear at night.
Remember the alimentary, my dear whatsis.
Simple's easier.
Provocative the sense of everything.
The sentence structure's great.
Signed, Louie the Linguist.

Feat of strength.
Quietude.
The looking longingly at anyone.
What is up with that?

Concern yourself with something else.
Slow writing is like dressing properly.
The language is important.
But what you say is what is captivating.
Something in nature is never there.

Birds flock.
What am I supposed to say to you?
I was not informed.
Your vibe makes a difference.

Cherry stems are not as red as cherries are, and neither are the pits.
Now speculate.
Edited, a small bird in flight.
It's only been an hour.
Neglected my practice - sorry, boss.
Your improvement of my work is your improvement of my work.
Slow down and read it like it doesn't really matter.
Rocks peek out of snow.
Again with that.

Was that in the middle of something?

Great powers of concentration but no target.
Nothing to zero in on.
The fortunately not for me syndrome.
Could it be dinner time, already?
The before you and the after you cashing-in too much.
Make sure the gods can read it properly.
And don't forget the goddesses.

Practice does make perfect, but perfect isn't always what you want or need, beyond the reaching out for it.

Music is a language.

All the many stories.
Ready for another one?
Reading's just like writing.
And in many different ways.

How long does it stay with you?
Helping the way you are.
The way you want to be.
Make sure you chew your food – and when you take a drink, be sure to swallow it correctly.
Body weight's a measurement.
Some places are hot.
Some places are cold.
It's not about the gate - It's about what's on either side.

Would I ever look at this again?
That really doesn't matter.
Well then, why ask?
Well, to give an answer, I suppose.

There are shadows on the snow.
The sunlight puts it there.
It's like Tai Chi.

This water tastes good.
Remember when that would have sounded strange?

Too close the winter chill.
The wind chill factor makes it colder.
Warm breezes are a cure.
Everything that's going there has been here once before.

There are atmospheres, singular and plural.
When they get together, their field is unified with variable consequences.
Tension makes a difference.

Dynamics of the fast and slow and the soft and loud.
The sky complies with this.
Water is for sale.
The air is in a lot of different places.
The earth is underneath something.

Anticipation is a situation where the nerves step up anxiously to see if there is anything that they would like to do.

Everything inside the greenhouse now is up for sale.
Too soon the worth it dog starts to wag its tail.
Maybe you should work at it a little bit.
I guess it all depends on what it's for.
Don't forget to call your mom.
This is not a service.
Don't let it get to you.
What good's a story, anyway?
No telling where it's going.
This is meditation.
I was born in Ottawa - the nation's capital.
But don't hold that against me.
There are different things to say and they have their moment, all of them.
My forte is the short and enigmatic sentence.
That's what she told me, anyway.
Your identity is made through the people that you meet.
Sometimes you have to wait.

We cross the border and everybody comes to life.

Privacy is currency.

No more need to hold their breath, they go and get a snack.
The life of Riley is a tense/release machine.
That is not the same thing as relaxing.
There are a lot of sounds that I find annoying.
I don't like it when I think I'm being studied.
Just ignore it, and it sort of goes away.

Supper can be stressful too.

Reading is a meditation too.

Looking like they're buried, but they're only up that high.
The impressions are a trigger.

Privacy is a commodity.
I project your judgment.

White on white like in THX 1138 -
- white snow shore line -
- white stretch of white over some body of water meets with an horizon -
- ice fishing houses like teeth occasional in white maw.
Like nomad huts in a snow desert.
One small bird flies into it.
Brown note on white paper.
Interest and design trying to move forward with some force and fast and fluid gestures up against a windy gale – a sight that's singular in blankness – the silent stealthy mindfulness of the apparent nothing.

"To condense fact from the vapor of nuance."

Pay attention, but not too much attention.