punctuation

image credit: L. Moon

ideas like death loom larger

than forward motion

it's difficult to see circles

with so many final full stops

fingerprints aren't forever

stars can be subtle

Offline Chromebooking

After reading yet another article telling me that without internet access my Chromebook was basically a doorstop, I decided to put that to the test.
Google Docs functioned just fine in offline mode. A decent word processor that syncs to the cloud when it can shouldn't be underestimated.
Note taking with Scratchpad worked similarly.
Calculator was a go. 4 plus 4 was 8 even with no connection to the internet.
Angry Birds played. Yay!
Music files I had downloaded popped up in a tiny player, and actually played.

So yes, you can do things with it without being online. I love this thing.

Breaking Dawn

Last night I saw Expendables 2 with my sister, and her husband. It was cute. Chuck Norris popping up out of nowhere is always fun.
Right now I am watching Breaking Dawn Part 1, which Netflix so kindly sent. It's funny how I remember the things people said at the movie theater when I viewed it there. Though there are many "important" things which escape me on a regular basis.

I was delightfully surprised to find out I was in Allpoetry.com's latest anthology of poetry. They asked me to be part of it literally years ago. I think they did a great job on the book. I noticed that mine is in fact the shortest of poems in it. When I wrote it I remember understanding 100 % of my word choices. Now I only have a roughly 75 % grasp on my own words now in print. Yet I realize that like with other things I pen the meaning could change with time, and I may look at it differently in the future.(+, it WAS written about 4 years ago. lol)

Here are the links to the poem online, and the book it is now a part of:

http://allpoetry.com/poem/3646238-Strands_Of_Brown_Bliss-by-helios

http://www.amazon.com/Ink-Angels-Kevin-Watt/dp/1477425586

Reading Between The Lines Of The Bible

My mind is on Christianity at the moment. It must have been quite nice before all the dogma and canon set in.(Besides the persecution that is.)  I'm certain there was a time when none of the followers of The Way looked to a set of texts and said, "This is word of God, unchangeable." I can't imagine Jesus ever said anything like, "Listen up! After I'm gone some dudes are going to get together and decide what I was all about. You better read and obey their books or else!" I just don't see that as what went down. I think Jesus probably taught basic spiritual truths in language those contemporary to him could begin to understand. It's my belief that people were so identified with their message at the time, that he may have actually told people he was the only way. It's possible no one would have taken him seriously unless he used such language. They would have realized what he meant. That some people take it mean something so very literal now appears to me a mistake. That we could gain from the message, even it were proven the man never even existed strikes me as the truth. Everything exists on some level.

Warmth

I just organized my entertainment center a bit. I was having a problem because my DVD player was so light I couldn't push a button on it without knocking it over. I think I solved it by putting the iPod dock I'm using for speakers on top of it. I'm not sure if it looks funny that way or not.

I wanted some coke but only had a little over a dollar. I ended up getting some RC Cola from the corner store. It isn't really all that good. Though it does stir a few pleasant childhood memories of good times in poverty. I say the word poverty, but it doesn't come natural to me. I've never really thought of myself as being poor. Even when one winter my father chopped up the dining room set so that we could burn it in the fireplace for warmth.

In the middle of me writing this she called. Now that's the kind of welcome warmth one can't get enough of on even the hottest of days. She means everything to my heart. There's no denying it.

Which way is up/within?

I have been listening to podcasts over at www.urbandharma.org. Buddhism clicks in my mind. Yet it is so hard to shake theistic leanings. I find myself wanting to find something in Christianity. Perhaps it's just simply because of fear of walking alone? I also find myself wishing after the Hindu path of devotion, as I look up towards the small poster of Durga hanging on the wall in my room.

My ego is either strong or invisible. There are so many extremes in my mind.


The old lampshade iMac is becoming less useful as time goes on. They seem to be subtlety changing the web in ways that make it choke more often. I wish I could afford one of those fancy new intel ones.
The chromebook is working well. Though there are a few things I wish it could do.  It seems insane that there is no official way to upload music to Google Play with it. When I download music on there it reminds me I can only do it twice, unless I use Music Manager. They don't have Music Manager for Chrome OS. I'm not sure if aborted attempts count either.

I think I will have some coffee now.

Tracks

I just cracked open the plastic baggie on my never opened Dell branded optical mouse. There is no telling how many years its been sitting around. I'm not sure why but ever since I put the Chromebook on this little desk I have found myself reaching for a mouse. It was recognized, and usable right away of course.


While on a walk to a Chinese restaurant today I snapped a picture of railroad tracks. I'm not sure why.

The Clouds

Yesterday I used Microsoft Word on my chromebook. How? I found a site that allows you to run it from their servers. It works quite well. It is a tad bit slower than running it even on my ancient iMac. However, I am thinking there probably wouldn't be much difference at all if I had a better internet connection.

Here is the linkage:
http://www.installfree.com/


Cloud computing is coming along nicely. The web allows so much nowadays. I even played some Command & Conquer the other day in my browser.

Go

Britney Spears just played on my Lady Gaga Pandora radio station. Not bad. She seems to have come up a bit.

Now Adele is playing. I really enjoy her soulful voice.

It's 4 in the morning. I am doing laundry, and obviously listening to music.


Today,(Well,, yesterday now I suppose.) I walked to work. Usually, I have my bicycle to help out some. Not today however.

It was brutal. Though 3/4th of the way there I felt such a sense of accomplishment. My own power had crossed the span through the heat.

It might appear silly to get excited about such things. I just do sometimes.


And now for something completely different.(And wondrous.)

TV

In my last post I talked about what I do with my television. There were many years I didn't watch much of that at all. There are various reasons. 
One being that for a time fiction frustrated me. I would always find myself talking to the screen, saying things like, "Real people wouldn't act like that." Perhaps they wouldn't. Though, I have come to accept that it's alright.
I still can't sit through an episode of Three's Company. There is just something about the situations they get into which irks me. It just seems that after knowing one another for so long they could easily avoid many of those conflicts, however humorous they might be. It could be it just all appears too very much like overkill after a while.
Rest in peace John Ritter. I always wanted to like your show.
Another reason was poetry. I started focusing on poetry, and what I thought were my own glorious thoughts after certain things happened in my life. Nowadays, I am just as proud of if not more so of the things I write. Why do we always convince ourselves we aren't doing anything unless it's a draining obsession?
I'm attempting to enjoy life more. I don't want to have to feel drained to feel accomplished.

A Lot Of Personal Pronouns

I am at times given a great let down. I will be watching episode after episode of some series I can't get enough of on my Roku, only to discover everything doesn't go on forever. Sometimes a show is just plain over. Sometimes I suspect a deal between Netflix, and whoever prohibits at least for the now release of new episodes. In any case, things do not always happen how and when I wish them to happen.
Patience is a practical thing to have. I can apply this to other things of course.

God

The Buddha basically taught that the notion of God wasn't important. To him it was the process which was important. Jesus, and others on the other hand placed emphasis on the path of devotion to deity.
Now, what The Buddha had to say makes much sense to me. Yet, I cannot shake the feeling that something is above us. I read somewhere we are hardwired with this idea of a God who has some say in what happens here.
Perhaps, we are merely inclined to personify everything? It could also be because we see ourselves as creators, we think the hierarchy has to go up higher to something less flawed.
We all wish beyond our limitations.(Both real, and imagined.) I like to know the mountain exists. Though climbing it is beyond what I can do here in the flatness of Florida.