Tanka Challenge 4/29/09

Exhaustion is the
Enemy of poetry
On such days as this.
Vainly grasping for ideas,
Still the words do not come.
(In other words, why I didn't write one yesterday.)

Spears of sunlight thrust
Through a parapet of cloud.
Sparks shower the bay.
Shorebirds forage busily,
Heedless of the silent fray.

Stuff'n'more stuff

Haven't done a blessed thing with the website. Between work and the fact that I am and will be on the run nonstop between last weekend and Memorial Day, well, shucky darn....

This time next week I should be sitting at a gate at SFO waiting to board a red-eye to Newark. I get to see my Dad and watch two of my favorite people get married.

Touched base with Urtatim about meal-sharing for Beltane. I think I'll gonna pack along the camera and tripod and see if she'll press buttons while I get dressed in wafuku in front of the camera. That way I can add it to the website update at the same time as the rest of it.

Found a tear under one arm in my rust striped kosode. The good news is I had scraps left over from when I made it last summer, so I just finished patching it. 

Got a buttload of laundry done now that the dryer is fixed.

Examined the event calendar. As I promised I'd go south to wreak Asian havoc at Collegium Caidis, I'm going to miss the Celtic Festival in Fresno in September, which I've done twice now with the Free Artillery Company. However, I could join them in June for the Fair Oaks Tudor Faire.

Aha! It's NOT just me.

Everyone was doing it, you see. So I logged on for the first time. And they said, "Give us all the addresses in your email." So I stopped. Right. There. Visions of spammers and hackers danced in my head like a thousand smirky Hugo Weavings in cheap suits and dark glasses. Friends don't do that to friends. Not real friends anyway.

Then someone who is a rational, intelligent human being - or at the very least, my kind of crazy - friended me.
And somehow I tripped on a root and fell down the damned rabbit hole.  And they asked me to put my home address and phone number in my profile! Sure, that's JUST what I need.

It's weird in there. It's pointless. It's all "Here, play this game," and "Here, I saw this roll of imaginary toilet paper and thought of you." WTF? Two whole people actually asked me how I've been.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2009/04/29/notes042909.DTL

I don't have enough hours in my day as it is.