tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56645112009-11-08T16:01:43.000-06:00A hyperlinked compendium of the pointless thoughts, feelings and interpersonal transactions that pass for my existence.Paul Frank Waltershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18192073476820168945noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664511.post-85855081368915576862009-08-05T22:20:00.002-05:002009-08-05T22:40:25.892-05:00

Laziness, with a capital L. Not just a vice, a way of life! We lazies are the cream of the creampuffs, the jacks of all evades, lovers of laxity, dilletantes of dilatory drivel. I alone hold the title of Charmin of the Bored. That's right I'm a toilet paper...Who said that? Manager, I want this man arrested and given a shake down...and a good flushing out besides. Now, where were we? You

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"ALL ACTIONABLE METADATA SHOULD BE DISCOVERABLE METADATA"This refers to humanly actionable metadata, but in searching out the phrase "actionable metadata," which I came up with independently, I came upon the concept of machine-actionable metadata, which had not occurred to me. The discoverability refers to legal discoverability. I have not thought through the recursive aspects of this.

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I have often been asked, why do you do the things that you do.  Why, the relentless self-destructive vices, the lack of integrity, the foolish indifference to your destiny.Why, when with just a few minor cosmetic changes you could be swimming to Rio with the sharks.  Too metaphysical for ja?Ach, lassen Sie mich hilfen mit einem flasche bier, noch ein bier, ein feines bier, mit hopfschen und

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In order that all this fine blogging not be taken down, I have received email requesting that I sign in.  Well, here I am, still alive almost 2 years later.  Not everything has yet come to pass, that must.

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This will be my LAST POST. It has been a good experience blogging here. However my identity is about to undergo a permanent overhaul and it will no longer be practicable to blog here, or perhaps anywhere. Goodbye.

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I was about to start a whirlwind tour of a place on the west coast that we seriously considered living. It rang to the tune of Laura Nyro's 'Goodbye Joe'--a song you should hear at times of great change in one's life. But that did not come to pass. No mountains, no Pacific ocean. Instead I am going back, back, back to where I came to here from. And are the old demons of 10 years ago stirring

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The turds are going to fly in a few days, I mean right into the fan. Put another way, I am just waiting for the repercussions to hit. But it is going to end. Somehow I don't know exactly when but it will end. I must expiate my sins. I know it is coming. Karma. It's a bitch.

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The daffodils are out--but I had 2 go 2 c m.

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Forgive my useless wailing and moaning.

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Oregon beach, almost escaped my self 

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Off Newport Oregon, April 30, 2006. 

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Saturday afternoon, Newport Oregon. Rainy April day. First taste of ocean in years; drove past looked at feet dry doesn't count. I parked at the top of the bluffs and walked the path down the winding dunes to the flat sandy tidal flats which were rapidly filling. A northwest spray soaked my thin inland idea of sea front attire, and the little pitiful OSU green and orange cap I had bought, blew

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At this festive time of year, as the sun skirts the southern horizon before ponderously penduluming back northwards, we lite bonfires in commemoration of the harvest and feasting of days gone by, in the eternal hope of new birth in spring, which ever returneth with youth and beauty refreshed.

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But almost. The cup hath passed from my lips. For now.

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Forty five and a scoundrel. I am a man lacking in backbone, in courage. I sit, and wait, and grow old and ineffectual, discreditable, worn, cynical, careless. No longer seeking mind expansion, I seek mind contraction. No longer seeking stimulation , I seek sedation. Glory be to the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost. As it was in the begining so shall it ever be, world without end, Amen.

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The life of pieces comes here for disassembly.

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In two days I will turn forty-five years old. That is the same age as my father was when I was 13. The same age my mother was when I was 18, when I graduated, for cryin' out loud. You know how you go through that thing with your parents, they're not really that old, 45, 50, whatever. I do the same thing with myself. Sort of putting off homework all weekend until 7:00 sunday night and then, oh

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The season for Jesus not yet upon us, I fear, we face the season of Judas. Who has not betrayed one or another soul in his passings? How great a betrayal on a massive scale, is about to occur within the tiny sphere of my influence on cosmic karma. I have been blessed with power, temporal to be sure, but nonetheless authority and credentials to permit ease of transit and cloaking of intent. I

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What is the definition of the word, "skank?" Is it a combination of skunk and stank, or dank. It certainly evokes something damp, musty and vaguley unclean. When applied to a person the meaning is clear. I think I was 13 when I first heard the word, said by a white surfer-type to me on the Jersey shore...about a girl I didn't even admit I had a thing for. "She's such a SKANK." And now, 33

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The honesty's too much. So I have to close my eyes and hide. I wanna hold you till I die. Till we both break down and cry. I want to hold you till the feeling subsides.This, at 44, is how I remember the words to that old 1978 chestnut by Dan Hill, whoever he is (where are they now?)This time of year, the softening of winter, the pastel-colored late afternoons that just weeks ago were iron

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In case you haven't noticed, the days fall in 2006 exactly as they did in 1978. For example, today is Friday Feb. 3. Now on the corresponding Friday 28 years ago, my parents were gone away for the weekend to make Marriage Encounter. I was 16 and charged with watching my younger brothers, who were 13 and 8. It wasn't particularly cold, but I remember lying on the sofa, listening to "Night

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Just some musings on where I was 20 years ago today, when "Teacher in Space" became such a horror for those kids who had gazed so hopfully at the sky that January morning in 1986. At the time of the explosion, I was a student between classes, having a little lunch in my 2 bedroom roach motel adjacent to the university. I turned my little 13-inch RCA ColorTrak on, which I still have to this day,

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My wife and I just finished trying to watch the 3D episode of Medium, on NBC. I couldn't find my 20-year-old science museum 3D glasses, so I had to compromise by using a blue lens from some old swim goggles and a red lens from some old sunglasses. But it didn't work. The blue was not cyan enough and the red was too weak. The answer: 3D without glasses: It's called life. They're not movies..

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Casey...I couldn't find your email (at least one that worked..there was the old Earthlink one that is dead.) So here is the letter I was going to send you, posted for ALL to see.Casey,As a primary-care health care provider and sometimes ersatz pdoc, I found your statements quoted in today's NY times article to be a real hoot, particularly the statement:"If a person is having a problem in life,

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Yep, right down to the line for October...my first blog post in 3 weeks. A low turnout for the trick-o'-treaters this MOONday night. Weather's been a beaut, though. Warm enough 2 days ago to do a little flat water kayaking on our local 10x30 mile lake, with a stiff south wind making for some sturdy breakers along the shoreline. Returning with the wind at our backs, I could actually surf the

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