50 fucking 5 and I just wrote someone in prison for the first time in my life, go figure.

This morning I listened to a RadioLab piece on Alan Turing. A story that showed both startling human brilliance and abysmal human cruelty.

http://www.radiolab.org/blogs/radiolab-blog/2012/mar/19/turing-problem/

I was counting my breaths...1...2...3 and I realized I could be just as well counting down if I knew where that number started. What surprised me was the sense of pleasure at that thought. Counting up from one mystery and counting down to another.

Gots a 2nd hand vacation buzz from dropping travelers off at the airport on their way to Japan.

I have to make sure that I have a 10 second delay on my mouth today as I am chock full of piss and vinegar.

The first day of spring and my god it is full of stars.

Cananda...crap

Bang brothers...crap.

What lions might think - If you make them run some before eating they taste a little salty.

For me change comes as I accept myself for who I am.

Lucky man sitting in the sun late winter.

Michelle with a pole saw and Rick a rake de-cluttering a little section of Flanagan pond.

If software development is similar to making sausage then yesterday was the day we were adding the pig anuses.

Dearest Samira.

Thanksgiving 2011.

Data cleanup scripts....seems just like yesterday we brought them into the world to only be releasing them in to production with the hope that they don't show up at your door in the middle of the night in the company of police.

Gods damnit

That was a busy work week.

1) People sure like to fetishistize Thanksgiving and Christmas.
2) Found I was self censoring myself on Facebook. Fuck that is what I wish I could post there.

INTO my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again. -A.E. Housman

An event horizon

Stopped behind a school bus
picking up first graders
the Chekhov radiation
pulsed out as the kids,
and I don't use this word lightly,
scampered aboard.
I wanted to get out of the
car and join the parents
to wave good bye as the bus
drove away but that
would have been just weird.

Its going to take a little time to process this weekend.

Just 2 conversation tidbits.

"I had never camped until I met my future wife. She took me camping all over New England, except of course New Hampshire where there was a warrant out for my arrest."

"Honey, my blood sugar is 409. Can you bring me my insulin."
Later
"138, perfect! Lets make some smores."

"Labor Day 2011, Sitting by Grinells Beach with myfavorite girl . Watching flag rustling in the wind ,birds flying, sailboats sailing,power boats powering,fishermen fishing,swimmer testing the water some taking the plunge under pale blue sky.Memories only one person knows"

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