A long night is in store... but Spring is finally springing here. Let's all sing!

Tonight my wife and I sucessfully installed a shower faucet in our shower after it had failed to operate on several occasions. The instructions were duly presented, in Spanish, French and I tried valiantly to appear all husbandly. But in fact she had fully intended to have the shower all reassembled before I ever got home.Yet there had been a nasty piece that wouldn't stay in place, a piece that required a certain repositioning in order to allow the hot water to flow to where it was needed and the cold water to flow to where it was needed.

Happy Ishtar

Way down in the hole. Way way down. Lies your soul, just a-oozin brown. Way way down there's a giant of a man. Big John, Big John, Big Bad John.

Happy First Sunday after the First Full Moon after the Vernal Equinox.

Ostara, Eostre, Ishtar... take your pick. It's EVOLUTION, MAN! It's Evolution.

To be blind, I wondered as a child, does one see as when one's eyes are closed? Or does one see as a finger sees? Ah, the wisdom of youth. The distinction between having seen and then lost sight, and never having seen at all. Sublime, positively sublime.

How about these colors? 

This is taken off a newsgroup and prettied up. No one knows who this is, but it's a real person. 

Completion of a Wednesdayless week

Today I arrove home at 0800 after a sleepless night spent picking through "C\documents and settings\someuser\temporary internet files\" and learing more than I'd ever want to know about the people with whom I share this computer. Beefcake? Avatars? Puh-leeze! After a very satisfying bowel movement (you see we have taken to having the steel-cut variety of oats as breakfast-fare these chilly March mornings.) Oh how little like Spring it seems out there today, with yet more snow threatening. My advice to you with an account on a Windows XP computer...empty your temporary internet files--yes the whiz-kids can still find the data, but Joe Schmo in the next cubicle over won't.

A beautiful place

Where is this place, Kirara? It appears to be a Japanese seacoast town, but it doesn't matter too much. For me it is nowhere, a mythical fantasy land, where it is daytime at night and nighttime during the day. It seems to be a warmer place than where I blog from. I saw a bug crawl across the camera lens last night. Here it's Sunday morning, dontcha know. Sunny, and the snow is melting....melting....melting.