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Seeing Your MacBook Pro Die

Garbled video,  ”You need to restart your computer”, what does this mean?
I tried many searches but no appropriate result could be seen.
Good thing I had backed up almost all my data;
To a recently purchased external SATA. 
After a day of rebooting, it finally logs in; 
RSync the documents folder, for the win!
Now off to the Genius Bar for [...]

zen vs blog

To blog is to flex your ego.
Screaming out, not just to the people in your vicinity, but to the entire potential web browsing populace: “I exist!”
Zen is about breaking free of the meme machine of mistaken narrative and self replicating ideas. Blogs propagate memes.
Can you propogate the anti-meme without creating a meme? I’m inclined to [...]

Collection of Haiku, 2003

11-22-2003
Coffee and Zazen
An excellent laxative
Consciously pooping
09-08-2003 - my friend Ed
Everywhere I go
Ed Luna’s name preceeds him
Music man, dancer.
08-25-2003 - my friend Tomo
World domination
Robot spiders spinning webs
Where does your mind start?
08-20-2003 - my sisterin-law Ayumi
A smile and care
My new sister gives to all
A flower blooming.
08-16-2003- my friend Bocci
Making Media
Is the game that Bocci plays
Water falling down.
08-09-2003 [...]

Wide Awake

I can not sleep
though it is night;
my brain is to active
my mind sees light.
Apparently I drank
too much coffee today;
two black, two irish
too much for one day?
My heart pumps strong
each definite beat;
reminds me, soundly
that I can not sleep!
My head on my pillow
my body in bed;
how can I sleep
with this light in my head?

Ryokan

Ryokan,
Lived his life without possessions;
but in the end, possessing love.

Stop Here

left… right…
without exception
all directions are beautiful

Package & Seal

Ping ing ing … THUNK
Ping ing ing … THUNK
Psz zaa zee … EEZZH
Ping zng zee … THUZK
Textile, steel, plastik, Alloy
stamp, press, weave, stick.
zoom, tik tik tik, zoom.
PACKAGE & Seal, Fork lift.
Spend more, eat more, think less
EAT the overrated, fuel the
Demise of genious
artists starve, fucks get fat.

Cutting The Edge of Möbius

On the horizon
I see in high contrast
ideal aesthetics
a closer look
a second pass.
Creating concrete from dream
blurring the lines
escaping reality
movement
shutter speed, kaleidoscope.
Dark long spiky hair
climb the summit
close my eyes
release my ego
souring consciousness.

Electric Tunnel

Looking
through space
through time
A tunnel that breaks the surface
Break through lightning
my heart pounds faster
hair wisps by like feather drops
The wind leaves me here on
a concrete island.
Look for transit, a way through the tunnel
a faster train
a ship off this island.
My life spreads out
flowing cape of angel wings
take flight,
rip space,
transcend,
Does love wait?

Cloud Dreams

Look at the sky,
so vast and wide;
keeps life moving,
like an endless dream.
Sometimes a bird,
or cloud passes by;
every so often,
someone stops to say hi.
And every morning,
as I wake from this dream;
I stare and I marvel,
at how real it did seem.
Wander on, travel,
experience new things;
keep on searching, for
the answers to your dreams.
In maybe a year,
a decade or [...]