Boundless pain
Boundless joy
Boundless monotony
Boundless novelty

Firmly planted
Observing everything at once
Each passerby’s situation both familiar and unknowable
Hopes of the future
Dreams crushed

God is in his heaven and all is right in the world
The conditions aligned just right
But tomorrow, or next month, completely unpredictable
Certainly sorrow or depression can not be too far away
Still, the joy of now worth the chance of tomorrow’s low
Indeed; only possible in contrast

And yet, the smug self awareness of this is-ness
Keeps me just this side of oblivion
The ego still holding out
Keeping this secret joy to itself
Instead of releasing it into the void

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 diagnostics and repair;
Though, my warranty expired, I had some despair. 

After some tests, a known problem, the same; 
Twas Nvidia and not Apple who was to blame!

So, no Mac during Christmas–which is a bit dreary;
But at least the repairs will be complimentary!

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 say: “not intentionally.”

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 – my friend Gill
Gill is on a beach
This sight makes me feel happy.
Don’t cross this Lotek!

08-03-2003 – my friend Disco
He drives a fast car
He knows about computers
I call him disco.

08-03-2003 – my friend Sassafras
I like to hang out
With this friend who knows a lot
About cars and stuff.

07-31-2003 – my friend Monad
Monad writes music
He is also programming
Audio software.

07-30-2003 – my friend Colin
In a kung fu fight
Who would be victorious?
Fun for all who watch.

07-30-2003 – my friend Dehuman
Dehuman travels
Between the fifth dimension
And “reality”

07-05-2003 – my wife Yuki
Yuki is my love
She is like the summer sky
Filling me with joy.

07-05-2003 – my friend Janet
Piano or other
She is a great performer
Where will she be next?

06-24-2003 – my friend Jeff
Jeff has a sweet ass
No really, it is da bomb
Touch it if you can.

06-13-2003 – my friend Eric
A man who sees through
Altered eyes and perception
Where does his mind rest?

06-13-2003 – my friend Justin
My good friend Justin
He climbs rocks for a living
Now his arms are huge

06-13-2003 – my friend AShinn
One man sits in front
Of his computer making
Design for the world.

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

left… right…
without exception
all directions are beautiful

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.

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.

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?