Eat Me Memphis.

The task is at hand, and I am going to do it. But I'd really rather be doing something else. Anything else really. I've found lots of ways to procrastinate, but in the end, the proofs have to be written, or I have to do it all over again. It may be that I'll find myself doing it all over again anyway. As if that hasn't happened once or twice before. So I need to chill. Or perhaps the problem is that I'm so chill I've frosted right over and I'm about as fast as a glacier. "Don't worry Fred, I'm coming....I'll be there soon...just give me a decade or two." Anyway, this has been yet another productive practicing of procrastination. On to the maths.

I am fine

Two songs for you today: Insignificant, and Long December. Both by the counting crows. 

 ...I am Icarus falling...

...I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her...

 I was thinking about Andromeda.

Care. you know, it doesn't really work when it's one sided. someone died for you. but it won't save you if you don't love Him back. And He's not the only one: 

Some have compassion, making a difference. 

It may not seem to help today, but have faith. someday it may make more of a difference than you thought, and what if you had with held the compassion that could have made a difference? never suppress a kind thought kid.  pluck up the courage to love others more than you love yourself, to put your effort into healing them, than keeping yourself from harm.sometimes we need eachother more than we let on. 

to all of you thank you for the compassion

I took this one a couple of weeks back. like it?

angry soul

generally miss is misdirected. wait a second. this is neither the place, nor the month. did you see that sky today? talk about blue.

Proof: We begin with the assumption that I am making spaghetti. Excellent. Now let there be a lighter in my pocket. By Gargamel's Theorem of Continued Grumpiness we can see that f(a) < f(b) for all a within capacity levels and all b within anger toxins. Therefore we can also assume, using the Principles of Guilt Trips item (ii) that the spectrum is Cauchy. So we know that a < b.

Q.E.D

update:

 I was singing yesterday.

sweet.

so long sweet summer...

 
  I find it remarkable. The green ones had a hole worn straight through the bottom on September 22. 

I couldn't have made it more perfect if I were magic.

...which I am...

you see what I'm getting at.

 with that in mind, I am beginning to relish in perfect moments. being who and how I am, I don't find them too frequent in my wanderings.  I wandered outside today, just to eat my cereal with the sunset. Along came a friend of mine. She stopped a moment to grab a little sunset with me and went on her merry way. A few breaths later there came along another friend. He stopped, and the exchange was pleasant in that small town sort of way. Then along came another to view the view, and as the light moved on I soon  found myself with a full set of 10 just taking the moments and sharing the enjoyment. it was a set of perfect moments friends. 

well done, and thank you.

I came here, sure there was plenty to do. and there is, but not so much as I thought. It's nice to take time to breathe a bit. 

I am going to miss the winter.

it was lovely too.

take your time but take it slowly

I enjoy breathing. not so much sleeping. but if you know me well you know the reasons I give are not the reason. not the point. was there one? yep.

 it rained. and the storms outside have always brought me hope. sometimes. climb the nearest hill, soaked though you may be, face the wind, arms stretched wide and strong, crying, you will never conquer me. and the storm is no longer your enemy. not even your ineffectual acquaintance. as is often the case, once you've fought hard and long against someone, you find in them a friend, they become catalytic for you and you become constant to them. so wander on. your storm found friend as your side, the wind at your backs will strengthen you to the brighter day of a well tomorrow. 

 really, I'm just in a blue mood. not blue as in sad. blue, as in moonlight. blue, as in the underside of your stormclouds. blue, as in clear streams. blue as in starlight. blue, as in the dark behind those stars. blue, as in that dress. blue, as in those top keys on the piano. blue, as in your sisters eyes. blue, as in ocean. blue, as in night. blue, as in cool, blue.  

  

     

that's all.

promised

I told you I would. And I'm glad I did. Sure, there were lots of other things to do, but I often remember the lesson, people are more important than things. Friend, you once looked at this and told me, isn't it amazing? God and man. Our works so small, His so big. Yet the scene is not so discomfiting  as sometimes felt. In fact, it's rather nice. Remember your words friend. You'll be needing them. Our works are nothing to compare in grace, beauty or purpose.  But He welcomes your attempts, and He will blend them into the majesty of His design only to make the whole more breathtakingly perfect. 

You were a part of the plan all along.