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With Eyes Closed

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With eyes closed
You light up within
You are blind stone

Night after night I carve you
With eyes closed
You are frank stone

We have become enormous
Just knowing each other
With eyes closed

Con los ojos cerrados
Te iluminas por dentro
Eres la piedra ciega

Noche a noche te labro
Con los ojos cerrados
Eres la piedra franca

Nos volvemos inmensos
Solo por conocernos
Con los ojos cerrados

“Con Los Ojos Cerrados: With Eyes Closed” by Octavio Paz

Thank you, Mimosa, for delving into my nebula and understanding that, even with the best and best-intentioned of us, the quest for the apex sometimes does lead to dead ends of High Fidelity that inspire pause. My gratitude for your Grande Fine Champagne in my half-full chalice of Minute Maid.

BLOGDOGGLES!!!

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This is my first post using WordPress. Blogger has its place in the interworld, but I can’t handle not being able to organize my posts into categories and, more importantly, muck with the publishing code myself. Enter WordPress. Just another example of Maitri’s obsessive-compulsive nature and penchant for getting into trouble.

YES THIS IS ANOTHER PROJECT BECAUSE I JUST DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TO DO WITH MY TIME — OH LOOK I AM LATE FOR YET ANOTHER APPOINTMENT.

Vatula Maharishi, patron saint of distraction and my oldest traceable ancestor, would be SO proud.

In an hour of battling servers, filetypes and the more difficult/banal Blogger, I’ve managed to usher all of my posts into WordPressLand. My Blogger and Haloscan comments didn’t enjoy such a smooth exodus, however. In fact, they didn’t as much as step a foot out of their cells in Mordor … err … Chateau Blogger. What a pleasure it will be to put on my graduate-school coding hat and figure out what in ‘tarnation is wrong with my importinator.

VH1 MegaHits re-re-re-replay of “Jerk It Out” is not helping.

UPDATE: The Blogger comments made it over using the crack Skeltoac hack. Unfortunately, so far, only one set of comments (Blogger or Haloscan) can be imported at a time, or your posts will be overwritten. Once I digest enough PHP to import posts along with Blogger and Haloscan comments, I’ll post it here. Promise.

I Hope It’s Not A Toomaah

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D’s mother is having a possible cancer excised from her left lung today. Oh wait, she should be in ICU recovery by now. Please hope and pray with me that this wonderful woman enjoys a speedy recovery. She means the world to my love and makes my life a more pleasant voyage, too. There’s no way to say it other than that she is a kick-ass mom and has set a very high bar when it comes time for my own motherhood.

I love you, S! Godspeed!

Now

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“Now is the reality in which time is contained, past and future are but dreams. Not to act and accomplish now is not to act and accomplish at all.

“The foolish man, loving the boggy side of procrastination rather than the firm highway of present effort says, “I will rise early tomorrow; I will carry out my intentions tomorrow.” But the wise man, realizing the momentous impact of the eternal now, rises early today, keeps out of debt today, carries out his intentions today, and so never departs from strength and peace and ripe accomplishment.”

– Anonymous

If you know who wrote this, please drop me a line.

I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night

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After Valentine’s dinner and champagne last night, I didn’t have very much to dream other than of being able to fit in my clothes again.

Two nights ago, however, I dreamed that I was in a house by the sea, awaiting the arrival of Indira Gandhi. People of all nationalities and faiths were there, and a group of Muslims decided to make use of the secular prayer hall to perfom their religious duty. A Hindu woman, irritated by the intrusion on her own prayers, began to complain loudly when I took her aside and asked her to follow me to the beach. When we got to this seashore of my reverie, beautiful with a rising orange sun and the whitest of sand, I asked the woman to take a deep breath and start looking at god. “Why do you need a particular place of prayer,” I asked, “when what you want to see and feel is right out here waiting for you?” Not yet following my argument, the woman turned to march back to the house. I said, “You are a Hindu. There is no distinction between you and the ultimate. It is a pity to create a duality where there is none. How are you different from the Muslim now?”

At this, the woman stayed and began to enjoy the start of the new day. I walked along the beach, looking at the boulders and animals and humans that had come out to play. It didn’t matter to me whether Indira Gandhi showed up or not.

Is it strange that I have been pondering the historical Jesus and dreaming of beaches a lot lately?

DOingMESTIC

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Interesting experiment of the day: Spray 3M super-industrial adhesive on shoe to force adhesion of sole to sandal. Wait and see if heel is permanently affixed to said sandal instead. Wouldn’t that be funny?

A reverberatingly exciting weekend was had vacuuming floors, cleaning bathrooms, touching up paint, doing dishes, and putting in a new dining set, while D raked and cleared the yard. The fanfare only continues tonight with the scrubbing of the kitchen floor and wiping of refrigerator shelves.

My immediate family (set comes with two children) will be here on Thursday. Hence, the previously-mentioned bout of cleaning. To the point where I am now in dire need of more sleep, yet want to go back home and clean some more. Unfinished business is one of my pet peeves; works disasters on my obsessive-compulsive nature.

(Great, now I have adhesive all over my fingers and my right index finger threatens not to unattach itself from letter N, or the left mouse button, for that matter.)

Work is treating me much better this week, mostly by hibernating and not rearing its ugly hairdo. Things will work out for me, as they always do. Learning and keeping on is key. As long as I am educating myself and not stagnating, and earning that helpful paycheck, things can’t be all that bad. Right? RIGHT?