Synchronus Moments of Unintended Beauty

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SO today was a good day, didn't have to use my AK. I woke up, tired and confused recovering from last night's gaming and the world was one notch better than I'd hoped, just one, no more. I had expected a crashed juggalo on my couch, he was not there. I expected the reason for his absence was shirking the task he had been given (helping a friend get her life together) and it turns out that rather than shirking he had been up since 6am working, the job was already done and everything had worked out. My classes were light and pleasant. My tutorials took half the usual time and on my way home I found a new statue in the university gardens I hadn't noticed before. but this is not what you want to hear. Want poetry or empathy or something. Well on my way past the statue there was beauty.

one of the reasons I stay in this town is I can half fall in love every fifty feet if I just open my eyes and walk. the women are beautiful, unselfconscious and usually quite bright. As I walked there was a bit of perfect moment. I don't know the name of the ballet move but her hands came up in a circle and her head leaned back until her ponytail toched the ground and she spun. She really spun, I had always thought that only possible with special shoes on hardwood floors or on ice but apparently one can do it in converse all stars on the bricks of the university sidewalks. she skipped and moved and danced her way down the street, a black band around her arm containing an ipod. I waved she smiled and winked and kept dancing until she was out of sight. When I got to my destination I saw an old couple, couldn't have been younger than sixty, either of them. They were sitting and both looking variously into each others' eyes and at papers they had, they were both spooning from the same bowl of rice pudding with whipped cream on top. each careful to leave the other the bit of topping until they both took a big bite of half a piece the routine had the grace and beauty of the ballet, granted this grace by what I can only presume to be years of practice. My waitress came with a musical accent, sounding high pitched without being shrill, her voice had the quality of an early disney snow white or cinderella but with a turkish roundness to her tone. On their way out the older lady of the couple patted me on the shoulder and looked me in the eye and said. "Isn't this just the best." You know what. It is.

Next time strip club, I promise.

EEE! I'm back

I bought my computer before I saw the ad, based on the advertised long life that won't leave me unable to update. But I do like the Eee version of the energizer bunny. If anyone has any good ideas for backgrounds or motivators to turn into case stickers I'm all ears, drop em in the comments. I should be back up to updating with a quickness.

Spring!

I heard the first ice cream truck of spring today, it was beautiful. It sounded like a toy piano, not all beepy. It is a sad thing about adulthood in general or perhaps mine in specific that I can no longer hear an ice cream truck without volumes of experience rushing back. I remember seeing the tragicomic, drug fronts/ice cream men of Madison bringing smiles to young and old. I am both proud and ashamed of the many times the distant dulcet tones of the truck has resuced me from uncomfortable conversational moments. Many is the character in roleplaying games that owes his life to the five minute reprieve and regroup for thoughts afforded me by a distracted storyteller made all the more tractable by cold dairy treats. A truism I leave you with this evening. It is impossible for anyone regardless of station to look dignified while eating an ice cream cone. One of the first memories I have of politics is of GHW Bush when he was vice president, and former head of the CIA eating an ice cream cone during a white house easter. It was precisely then that I knew in my heart that adults were not inherently dignified, no matter their station. As a matter of fact, if you have an enemy or even a friend or associate who intimidates you, meet them over ice cream cones. If nothing else you at least get ice cream out of the deal.

Here I Go Again On My Own

Going down the only road I've ever known.
for those fans who have listened to the Malkuth Madness Network its another re-building year.
Here's hoping our friends at Otakon (www.otakon.org), Queen of Wands (Now called Punch and Pie, read it! www.punchanpie.net) and Interactive Arts (Now called echoesofempires.org) anyone who remembers the old days or has clips of the old shows post 'em, send them in.

Oh and for the old schoolers still listening.
Hello World