tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11942270393851674262024-11-05T18:58:44.531-08:00the time between moments and other psychic traumasJoeDLionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428131085060985701noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194227039385167426.post-9349410331543507552012-10-15T00:01:00.000-07:002012-10-15T00:01:00.853-07:00

I’d heard something on the radio while driving in to work a couple weeks ago.  “Men never get over old girlfriends, they just learn to live with it”, or something like that.  I guess it’s true.  I’d learn to live with her memory.  It isn’t that I never think about her, just not that often.  Whenever I do, I’m left feeling wistful and sentimental.  I hate feeling

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One for the Money Two for the X Um…　Skip a three and four Five for Japanese Babies (BUCK-TICK. "Iconoclasm." Taboo. Victor, 1989) Ever wonder  if there is any actual meaning in the epigraphs?  None, really.  I was actually going to use the opening of Alt Stewart's "If it Doesn't Come Naturally, leave it" but found I'd already used it... It would be interesting

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That was the only letter from her. I had sent her a letter in reply to hers, but never heard back.  Maybe she was busy.  I waited a month and sent another letter, again, no response. Another month passed.  This time there was a response.  Or, rather, the letter I sent her was returned with “Not known at this address” written in an unfamiliar hand.  My heart

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For the next four weeks, she wore that old, navy blue scarf every day.  A friend, not knowing it was mine, asked if she slept with it under her pillow.  She turned a very bright red and changed the subject. I remember one time she had asked what cologne I wore.  It was Polo, my one extravagance.  I asked why she wanted to know and she smiled and told me she liked the smell

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Mid November came.  With it, a major paper for English Lit.  She was starting to crack under the pressure.  To be fair, it was the Canterbury Tales and we had the hardest teacher in the whole of the English department, if not the state! Even my brain was turning to mush. A group of us decided to meet up at the university library in the city and hammer something out

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Manic moves and drowsy dreams Or living in the middle between the two extremes (Hall & Oates. "Out of Touch." Big Bam Boom. RCA Records, 1984) The majority of Never Comes the Day takes place in the mid 1980's.  This made me start looking into music from that era today.  While listening to Hall & Oats at work today, something happened that shows the

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Where it began,  I can't begin to knowin'  But then I know it's growing strong  Was in the spring  And spring became the summer  Who'd have believed you'd come along. (DIAMOND, Neil. "Sweet Caroline." Single. MCA Records, 1972) After about two and a half years, I'm calling it quits on this blog. One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back.

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We’d met in 8th grade, where we had the same homeroom.  She sat on the opposite side of the room as me and for the first half of the year, I don’t think either of us knew the other existed.  The second half, I think we talked once or twice. 9th grade we had an art class together.  She sat in front of me.  We worked together on a couple projects.  She was always quiet

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Not a bad afternoon’s work waiting for me.  One last order manager to repair and configure, then slack the rest of the day away on one of my pet projects. Read over notes from the return.  Seems the client didn’t actually use the server as, given the problem detail, their switch was on the blink and that was why orders weren’t going through.  This will be cake!  Tested

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The sound of waves in a pool of water I’m drowning in my nostalgia (SYLVIAN, David. "Nostalgia". Brilliant Trees. Virgin, 1984) I grabbed my camera and headed out on the road.  No one expressed interest in going with me, so I took off alone.  No destination had been planned, I just pointed my car at the road and drove.  I’ve spent enough time around the parks in my area, and,

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Here's a small collection of pictures taken recently.  Enjoy. First Examples

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Got a call from the camera shop today.  I thought they were done with my camera, but it turns out they just had gotten my shots back from the out-lab. When I dropped off my camera, I also handed in off the roll of film I had just finished shooting when the winder died.  Wow.  I seem to have lost my eye or something because...  DAMN! This is the last picture I look

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Strange fascination, fascinating me Changes are taking the pace I'm going through (BOWIE, David "Changes." Hunky Dory. RCA Records, 1972) You probably thought I forgot I had a blog!  I only did that once, but, then again, I was drunk when I started it.  Then it was a month before I posted anything, and that was just a picture of me and my cat! OK, I

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Well nothing that's forced can ever be right If it doesn't come naturally, leave it That's what she said as she turned out the light And she may have been wrong, and she may have been right (STEWART, Al. "If it Doesn't Come Naturally, Leave It". Year of the Cat. RCA, 1976) I’m trying to come up with something to write, but I’m more interested in watching the sparrows fight over crumbs on

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Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you right in the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon your gonna be dead (Lennon, John. "Instant Karma." Single. Apple, 1970) I was driving into work on Thursday the 8th when I heard that Apple was releasing the third gen iPad.  There was no annocement of the name, but I doubt it will be called the iPad 3 given Apple’s

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Found this picture on the internets.  I thought it was cute.

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I'll pack my bags and head into hyperspace  Where I'll succeed at time-warp speed  Spend my days in ultraviolet rays  Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun.  (Red Dwarf Theme song (full version)) Set out today to find a place to sit and do some writing.  I first started at ubiquitous Seattle based coffee purveyor, but the guy with all the tattoos kept staring at me,

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Sometimes I think it's a shameWhen I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain(Lightfoot, Gordon. "Sundown". Sundown. Reprise, 1974) Miserable day at work today. I don't really want to talk about it. I had planed on hitting some coffee shop and doing some writing, but, by the time I left work, I knew what course I wanted to take. I stopped at Lamb's Thriftway, picked up a rolled flank steak

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Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul(Jones, Howard. "The Prisoner". Cross That Line. Elektra,1988) One of my (two) readers sent me this picture. I thought it was funny. I really have nothing to add. (Note: I changed the epigraph on this.  I found the Howard Jones reference better than the Ringo Starr one.)

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You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht(Carly Simon. "You're So Vain". No Secrets. Elektra, 1972) Congratulations! You are the proud owner of a 27" iMac! (And you should feel proud.) Now is time to unpack your quality computer. Once you open the box, you will find a smaller, white box. This will contain your keyboard, mouse and power cord (Note: power is the only thing

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It's Christmas at ground zeroThe button has been pressedThe radio just let us knowThat this is not a test("Weird Al" Yankovic. "Christmas at Ground Zero". Polka Party! Rock 'n' Roll, 1986) So, Happy Christmas and Merry New Year! A bit late, but I was hanging out with family most of the week end and had to watch the Doctor Who Christmas special. Here are three of my favorite Christmas songs.

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I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alrightI don't want you to tell me it's time to come homeI don't care what you say anymore, this is my lifeGo ahead with your own life, leave me alone(Billy Joel. "My Life". 52nd Street. Columbia Records, 1978) This evening I heard an old Billy Joel song on the radio. I was a big Billy Joel fan back in the mid 80's. Hearing the song reminded me of a

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Call me desdinovaEternal light(Blue Öyster Cult. "Astronomy." Secret Treaties. CBS Records, 1974) I haven't posted anything in a while, so here's some music vids. Something that I find interesting is speculative history.  Asking what if one thing changed, how would that affect the world.  Watch, listen and think for yourself. I often wonder if Blue Öyster Cult would still have a

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Hold on tight to your dreamHold on tight to your dreamWhen you see your ship go sailingWhen you feel your heart is breakingHold tight to your dream.(Electric Light Orchestra. "Hold On Tight." Time. Columbia Records, 1981) I've been cleaning up the house. It made it easier to tackle the whole upstairs living area instead of just picking out Katido's things. By the time I was done, I'd rounded

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Sayonara yasashikatta egao(BUCK-TICK. "Jupiter." Kurutta Taiyou. Victor, 1991) I'm numb. This is not to say that I do not feel anything. On the contrary; I feel too much. Emotions combine and churn. Some conflict while some augment others. My psyche has shut down from the overload. I once heard that the ture definition of Hell is an absolute lack of the presence of God. If I were a man of

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