Windows 10 gives you a button called Tablet Mode. It provides a clear delineation between the laptop/tablet duality of the Surface. My sister really likes it and I can’t help but agree.
I’m a minimalist. I miss that succulent time when my Surface was amorphously both items at one time. Based on advertising, I think consumers still crave a solid line between portable device functions. 2 is always better than 1, right?
Awake.
Vast expanse of page, time.
Fun had before.
Fun yet to come.
Not much to say about it.
I did install X-COM, however.
See ya on the flip side.
Finally alone. It takes a while to appreciate. Snuggled in a pile of clean laundry, flanked by cats. Today, is just for me. I could sleep but I don’t NEED to. That’s progress.
Taking a step back, I wonder what all the fuss is about. Incorporating new perspectives like sponges in a body cavity. Dead friends are still dead. Living on within parts of me. Real estate investments for the afterlife. Just in case, take a little piece of my heart. After all, it’s dangerous to go alone.
Bad habits die hard. No habits is suspicious. I’ve lived long enough to just know things and not get excited about it. Learning things gives me a much better high. Remembering too much drags me down. The knowledge that sticks is either interesting or applied.
I can confidently walk into almost any situation with little to no anxiety these days. Mostly because I get to choose my own paths. Fall weather is almost here. Time to get some new shoes!
Winners are boring.
Losers are sad.
Middle class is a swampy mass of challenges
Sharp
Unforgiving
Sometimes fatal
Living in the middle
Keeps blood pumping
Ideas churning
Connections
Detachment
Floating through time
Learning to choose the moment
Before it chooses you
Not thin
Never fat
Caressing egos
Stroking thighs
Collars chafe more than cuffs
Now about those hemorrhoids
Classy
Sassy
Kinda gross
We all have to eat!
Dare you
Shake the peach tree
Succulent
Fleshy
All grown up
Not ready to settle.
I don’t participate
Standing Sitting
On the sidelines
Tacit smiles
Forcing expression
Into my face
Defenestrating
Emotion, as eyes
window the soul
Thoughts slide in
My mind open
Chasing dreams
Tangled in hopes
Repressed ambition
Boiling away happily
Evaporates guilt
and sinus congestion.
I wait placid
Not caring
Not interrupting
Patient, smiling
Less interestedIn your memories
Made before me.
Chronic nostalgia
Indicates discontent.
I didn’t use Pandora until 2015. Just another casualty of my Luddite lifestyle. I probably would have enjoyed it the free days. Playing games with playlists just to see what effect they have on each other. My music taste is broad, but in my head it all fits together. Pandora’s algorithm only plays with the safe associations between artists and genres. I glom onto the sound of the music. After that it just comes down to performance quality.
A band that can’t play live loses my interest quickly. Musical talent is tactile to a point. I can feel it when I dance. I want to feel it when they play. I want to reach through the music and run my hands along the fingers creating that sound. I want to dance and sweat and feel the heat of passion when the music plays. Every sweaty hug I get after a good show just adds to the experience. I crave that tangible connection to the sound itself.
Of course, my thoughts and feelings are irrelevant until I’ve secured rights to my own vlog. So there’s always that.
Funny little box Continue reading Panning for Gold
I hear ya brother
Legs all criss-crossed
Wanting to dance
Before I learn to walk
Grace is how to fall
Like you mean it
Slick with clean juices
No distinguishable source
Sticky means cleanWhen covered in honey
Weights on my chest
Lift me up. Against a wall
All over the place, spilled.
No Reason to pretendIn the Life of a Darwinist.
Call me on the West Coast
You’ll have to leave a message
I’m busy staring at the sea.
Take it.
Really,
first one’s always free.
Sucking on
Candy
Pink flavored memory.
Slow down
Turbo
The pattern is full.
Friends die
Love
Forgive and forget
Living in
Present
keeps the ghosts at bay.