Hello, old friend

Hmmm, I may have to do a bit of updating...

I got it!

I finally broke down and bought it.

'Howl' by Allen Ginsberg. The complete poem, all edits, correspondence. I can't wait to dig into it!

Yeah, yeah

So I haven't written in a while. So I've been sick today. So I have the time to catch up.

So what.

I never really got in to the journalling thing, so blogging is a fairly self-conscious event. The things that really tick me off, I have trouble keeping calm enough to write about. I also would rather read than write.

Writing puts a window in myself that anyone can look into. An artist can hide in plain sight in a painting, a musician in a song, but when I write, I can't hide. I am on display for all comers.

Tell me, do you see me?

Hmmm, I really need to write more often! I failed the math class on the computer, pretty spectacularly. I took it again with a live teacher, and managed to pass it this fall.

Good on me, huh?

Almost over my computer frustration
now it's differently directed.

I started back to school this semester - 20 years since I had any math classes, now I'm jumping into advanced algebra. I hate feeling like an idiot, but that's exactly what the class makes me feel like. ALL of the homework must be done online (for this I get to pay an extra $140), but when errors are made, there is no one to help you find your error. I get so frustrated when the response is "That is incorrect. Remember to use the proper order of operations.", and the problem is that I added 2 and 3 and somehow got 9. arg.

Oh how I long for the days when I had actual human beings breathing down my neck!

[Edited the post to remove a rant that was mostly profanity at my own frustration with my computer.  It was fun, but not funny :)]

Sometimes,I Imagine

Sometimes,
I imagine God

is like a little boy,
smearing the sunrise
with exuberent excess.

Excited,
He wakes me really early
and whispers in my ear,

-- See?
--See what I made
for you?