Frêsh Fish

Sunday, December 28, 2003

The Story of Feck

Come hither with puck and feck the night away, where less is more. A little game, my game. Who would know or suspect? Few, probably less. Yes, yes, I know, feckless.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2003

For Those About to Wrap We Salute You

I'm done. Clues. If it says clear crystal tape it sucks. Gift bags from the dollar store are proof that God loves us all. A stapler can be a good thing.

All this and heaven too and I love it.

I always feel a little guilty about now though. I should have gotten a few more presents for whoever, all, as Lou Reed would say, all the little people. People that aren't expecting anything are always the most appreciative. And only with age and a little wisdom, does one fully appreciate - "It is better to give than to receive."

My heart is pretty big right now and I am very thankful. I have always had a good family. Thank you God. I now have a good woman. Thank you God. I am buying a new house. Thank you God. I could go on and on but the skinny is life is good. Thank you God.

I wish I had more t but I don't, so as Tiny Tim has been quoted to have said, "God bless you everyone!"

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! God loves us all!!

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Sunday, December 07, 2003

The Snowman & The Sun

He would wait, for what he thought was a long time, and then it would come. First small, and then bigger and bigger. First a glimmer, and then brighter and brighter. First cool, and then warmer and warmer, hot like the burn of raw snow on warm skin.

This morning the sun was reflecting off the tinsel I had around the window frame, making the most unique little patterns high on the wall over the fireplace, near where the picture of The Tree of St. Stephanie hangs.

Snow Hiding from The Sun

He would first wait in front of the window, in full view of the spinning world. But as the big got bigger, and the bright got brighter, and the warm got warmer, and he began to feel the heat of the forgiven, he pulled himself away and hid.

A tepid pool of angel tears where the mighty had once stood.

The incompleteness, completes. Each is left with an infinity of possibilities, and this uniqueness is frêsh and welcomed.

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The Tree of Saint Stephanie

The hanging of The Tree of SS, high on the wall over the fireplace in the living room, is the official sign that The Christmas Season has begun in my house.

The little elf that sits atop The Tree has been in my family for about 40 years.

The Tree of Saint Steph

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Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Passwords and User Ids

I have 87 Passwords and User Ids and it is a bitch. I suspect I actually have more. I would appreciate it if the computer could just recognize my stroke pattern on the keys or something and know that it is Snaps, but alas this is not so, yet.

Each of us have a unique, a very special, a one in an infinite way, of softly stroking, of softly stroking the keys.

There are some patterns to my Passwords and User Ids. Propriety prohibits disclosure though. Still the well focused or astute or someone with an IQ over 145 would at least have some good clues.

Recently I deleted everything in my cookie file and there was panic in The Emerald City. Sometimes it takes me awhile but I usually get in.

I usually, but not always, get into my own accounts. What a bitch. And the answer is yes. Am I inconveniences by established processes and procedures?

It is not that this dilemma is unacknowledged though. The soft and mushy, big brain, is working on it. In the not too distant future we will all have a card. There will be a place on your new computer to insert the card. When you are inserted, the universe will know that you are you. Bring it on.

I have +87 User Ids and Passwords and I am not pleased.

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