words spoken everyday
whispered ideas in the mind
clock struck noon
Posted to Haiku the Blog on 12/26/2003
rings of smoke
glowing embers sparkling
put out the cigarette
splatters of grease
sizziling pan bacon
wash the dishes
a crack of the bat
hear the whistle of the ball
where's the stadium
down the chimney pipe
side to side swallow darts
spiders for a meal
orange red carpet
cover of fine needles
the tree is shedding
one leg points up
the other leg on the ground
time to leave
Awake, alive but not alone
In the forest under the sea
Always there with me
Can't been seen, cant' be heard
It's the sound of the birds
In my head, in my heart
From the very start
I ask again
Where are you not?
Took me a few hours and numerous uploads, finally MT Plugin Manager is running,yeah, success.
Glad I didn't have to post to the MT forum, figured out all by myself after hour and hours. Typical screw up though, created the directory for the Manager.pm file but I didn't up load the file to the right directory.
I must have five copies of Manager.pm installed on my web server, ha ha.
ever mess with a template? you know, your adding some cool link or changing the font or the background, you save the changes and rebuild your blog page and then oh my God, what happened?
I'm not up to it at the moment later on i'll take a look and see what the hell i did to the index template.
I knew i was suppose to save an extra copy of the templates in a safe place, i meant to do it, honest i did.
Well what do you know i didn't mess up anything,yeah! I have preferences set to display the last three days and guess what? it's a few minutes after midnight so technically it's been three days so there is no current content on this blog page, well until posted this dazzling commentary.
Natalie says to write. Ten minutes, twenty minutes doesn't matter what, what matters is, as Natalie says, just write. Not to worry about what you write just keep that pen moving across the page. Or in my case right now. keep pressing those keys and keep the cursor moving across the screen. Eventually you'll break through with something meaningful.
When you are writing keep the internal editor in one's monkey mind on the sidelines as best you can.
Write about your dreams write about what you had for dinner write about where you are this second and your fingers type out across the screen or your hand moves across that piece of paper describing in as much detail as possible where ever you happen to be at the moment.
Right now. I am sitting at my desk in the adjustable grey office chair my employees bought me for Christmas several years ago. Next to me is the computer tower sitting on my desk The computer tower's case is black with two long slender neon lights on either side of the front. It's one am in the evening, morning if you will the restaurant is close. The Red Sox just defeated the Oakland A's in the fifth game of the division championship. On Wednesday the Red Sox get to go to New York City to face the Yankees for the 2003 American league championship.
If the Sox are sucessful they will earn a berth in the 2003 World Series.
Ah, to hope to dream. It's been a long time since the Sox have been in the World Series,1986.
Well my ten minutes are almost up. I can get in my metallic bronze Nissan Pathfinder and go home rest up and start all over again here at Charlie's Too tomorrow morning at eleven am.
Good Night!
I like the little ditty( poem) that I wrote the post before this one. It's only a couple of sentences but it works. Hope you enjoy it too.