Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
shh... don't tell anyone
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Another good day
School is really demanding this semester. Paper due this Friday. 2 Team projects due after Easter which require the 2 weeks previous (now) to get together. Quiz on the 16th. Another individual project. Another case analysis. Then, I have at least one project due every week until finals in May. Blech. Not like I haven't whined about this enough, but well, it's my page. I'll do what I want.
For you poetry readers, there is plenty in the works, I just need the time to get it out.
Oh, just got confirmation that I'm in the Pink Elephant ITIL Service Manager Class. This is a graduate equivalent class in an IT best practice methodology. So, I'll be doing two graduate programs at once this summer. Who says I'm not a glutton for punishment. The syllabus only says: "Additionally, you should prepare to commit at least 300 hours of study time – including classroom time – to successfully complete the certification." 300 hours over a 3 month window for 2 days of exams in August. At least I'll only be taking 6 credits over the summer for my MBA.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Hot Damn
Had a conversation with the ex to try to lock down the visits with Beansprout next week and later in April. That went awry pretty quickly, and I'm not sure why. I hope things better, but it might be some time before that's even possible.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
katie couric
georgetown and florida won. the two teams i have for the finals. 3/4 - picked kansas over ucla.
Interesting Personality Assessment
Agreeableness:
"For people who are ruled by tender-hearted compassion, your more diplomatic response to problems might seem too cool, too focused on fairness and not filled enough with sympathy and selflessness.
For them, when someone's life is on fire, what is needed is not collaboration but rescue. And the person who experiences their life on fire may resent the time you take to contemplate. "I need you, and I need you NOW! This isn't about fairness, it's about the fire." "All deliberate speed" may seem too deliberate and not fast enough, either to the more compassionate or to people in genuine trouble."
Conscientiousness:
"Some people live like Marines: duty-bound, disciplined and driven. To these people you might seem uncommitted; where they would never leave work for play or change plans in the middle of their life's forced march, you let the circumstance sway you and move in a different direction, and they don't understand.
Others live like kites on a string, attached by thin threads to the solid ground of responsibility and are blown about by every gust of impulse or imagination. To these people you might seem too cowardly, like you'll flirt with your impulses but never give in fully, play on a Saturday but never blow of the entire work-week to "follow your bliss".
While these Marines and kite-flyers might look down on you for your combination of focus and flexibility, others might be envious. They can't free themselves from a sense that they're not doing enough, or from the equally frustrating feeling that they're not free enough.
And here you are with your accomplishments and your pleasures, getting the job done but also getting your hair blown back as you run with the wind. As far as these people are concerned, you're lucky you've got the best of both of the worlds in which they feel they fail."
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
owie
well, do my best, see if i can get the dates pushed out, and hopefully hire someone to do this right so i can get on with my real job.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Life is a Myth
to save Psyche from
Hell's empty cold
and striving forward
as Sisyphus
or Orpheus trusting bold.
Don’t look back,
carry your Herculean
burden without complaint
and not stolen
by Celaeno
or Charon’s decaying taint.
Mythology Primer:
I switched back and forth between the Latin and Greek names depending on how it suited me.
Eros – commonly known as Cupid represents love.
Psyche – the most beautiful woman in the world, so beautiful that Aphrodite/Venus grew jealous and sent Eros to make her fall in love with the ugliest thing he could devise. Instead, he took one look at her and fell in love himself. One of the tasks she undertakes involves going to the Underworld, ie – Hell. Starting to see how it all comes together. ;)
Sisyphus – a mortal cursed by Zeus to an eternity in Tartarus (a hellish part of the underworld) of rolling up a boulder to the top of a hill that continually rolls back down.
Orpheus – his wife, Eurydice, dies from a snake bite. He mourns her through his songs which are so bittersweet that he is advised to go to the underworld to convince Hades and Persephone. They agree on the condition that he goes back without looking back at her.
Hercules / Heracles– the premier mythological hero who was set multiple tasks by the Gods to prove himself, the twelve labors (it started as 10, but Eurystheus was a jealous asshole) (from wiki – I’m continually amazed how much accurate information that place has, wow, it had all of them in a nice little column):
1. The Nemean Lion.
2. The Lernaean Hydra.
3. The Ceryneian Hind.
4. The Erymanthian Boar.
5. The Augean Stables.
6. The Stymphalian Birds.
7. The Cretan Bull.
8. The Mares of Diomedes.
9. The Girdle of Hippolyte.
10. The Cattle of Geryon.
11. The Apples of Hesperides.
12. The Capture of Cerberus.
Celaeno – “the dark(ness)” – one of the three harpies that plagued Phineas. Thought to be the physical manifestation of the destructive nature of the wind—swooping down to constantly hound.
Charon – the ferryman in Hades who ferried souls across the river, Acheron-the river of woe, for the payment of a a coin (an obol or obulus). The Greeks and Romans would bury the dead with a coin under their tongue for this payment.
Another poem based on mythology I did some time ago. Similar themes are presented. Maybe this is a March ritual? A different kind of circadian rhythm? Acheron
I began this poem many months ago. On that note, I’m going to digress to close out this post. All art has a self-referential core that is the thread of integrity enabling a coherent product. However, I would ask not to presume to know this underlying piece. I have 40-50 pieces that I’m working on at any particular moment covering a wide spectrum of emotion, thought, and spirit. On my half, I promise to provide attendant notice of anything too disturbing that it is outside of me. I don’t want to provoke any unnecessary anxiety, only the necessary kind. ;)
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Friday, March 16, 2007
Marathon
To run what’s real
And breathe,
And feel,
And live
With each step
Through the pain.
When your lungs burn
You still push through
And go
Forward.
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couples in a restaurant
Man and woman
Woman and woman
Man and man
I wonder
if that is who they will spend forever with?
if they love each other with an intense passion?
if their dream sits across the table?
Or is it just dinner?
Labels: poem
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Age, ISO, and NCAA
I have now completed my second ISO class in 3 weeks. The first was in mid-February down in Atlanta for ISO 20000 Consultant, this one was to be an ISO 9001 Internal Auditor. Big difference between the two. The first was primarily full of seasoned managers or consultants. The second, well... hmm... what's a nice way of saying "the dumbest people on the planet"? Next up, ITIL Service Manager in May through August. It's the equivalent of a graduate class in ITIL methodology. So, technically, I'll be doing 2 graduate programs at the same time this summer. haha, insanity awaits!
My NCAA picks, so far I'm 1/1 with Niagara's win. The final four will be Florida, Kansas, Georgetown, and OSU. Florida will be at Georgetown, 78-75. Upsets (I picked a few because our pool is weighted heavily that way): Winthrop over ND, Gonzaga over Indiana AND going on to beat UCLA, GW over Vandy, Oral Roberts over Washington State, and Creighton over Nevada. The Swami has spoken, now you may disagree and say impolite things about my lineage.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Mom and Dad, your Son isn't well
This hard carbon truth.
And though it’s fear on the trigger,
My hand shakes from something bigger.
Sullen tears seek only to rust
And arrest this action.
But death is quicker than quick
And kisses with its warming sick.
I'm sorry, I should have put a disclaimer when I first posted this piece. This is not a cry for help. These kinds of things should be taken very seriously and I should have noted otherwise. Thank you for your concern and I apologize for any anxiety that this may have caused.
On a side note, I originally was going to title this "...Daughter...", but thought that the picture looked more like a young man than a young woman (it's actually a woman). I wove this plot in my head of him struggling with himself and acceptance from his parents as a drag queen which is reinforced by his clothing. It reminded me a bit of Hedwig from Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
drinking my strawberry milkshake
all i was left with was my strawberry milkshake alone.
It's all about you
Worship your chosen gods
With ersatz genuflection and understanding.
Outstretched on marble delivering mixed messages of hope
Tinged with fear and flight.
So, say a prayer, say something
Based on faith.
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Friday, March 09, 2007
The Moral of Mephistopheles
Don't ask why
Has there ever been a need to?
Moral turbidity and turpitude is
No small rejoinder of this servitude.
If it’s honesty you seek
I’ll have it from the weak.
Pandering to this hypocrisy
Would be less than me,
But more than you.
I've been working on this poem for months. It was inspired by the movie, Thank you for Smoking. Great movie if you haven't seen it, highly recommended (A-).
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
mirror?
that you offered so deliciously before?
Who fired the first shot?
Or does it even matter anymore?
You sit so quietly with your barbed wire serenity
and no one allowed in.
You were beautiful in your frailty
once etched by a confident, razor grin.
What shrine do you pray to or protect?
It looks like an empty well from here.
And maybe that's why
you really look away in fear.
When I think of you,
I picture flashing white over blushing skin;
Is there absolution in red?
Or have you left that too with your sin.
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sunset
When you had nothing to smile for.
Your eyes were a warm mischievous sky
With crinkling clouds that would soar.
How did that sun set and fade to blight
Basking my outstretched hands in its dying red streaks:
Indelible death throes of light.
Can you forgive and believe me
That these tears aren’t deceiving
And that’s my heart torn by the night.
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