August 10, 2006 – Is it horrible that I don’t feel this sad when humans are killed?

July 11, 2006 – Today is one of those days I wish I weren’t in New Orleans.  One thousand miles north of here, my mother goes into major surgery late this morning and will not emerge until early in the evening.  It bites that I am her only daughter and only child who will not be there with her.  Please think positive thoughts for my mama, InternetLand; she let her baby grow up to be a blogger.

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.

Happy birthday, Frank Lloyd Wright!

A lovely late-70s picture of my great friends, Machelle and Tim, with their siblings, cousins and grandparents.

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.