Listening to Roxy Music Avalon, thinking about how great this set-up is, all communication possible, all information.
So much good, only amazing
Like a dream, this cool breeze
with every kind of knowledge
things to see and read, beyond what I could know
Each everything could be this much
On a distant shore with all things entered
When once recorded, it was mastered
A depth of shadow and a blue of wind
To get together again, in a place of safety
Striving to be what we could hardly dream
If I were at the center, it would be a blog
When the conversation takes middle place, it is a forum
A site can publish what it wants
Trying to say what each thing was
Walks in Lewiston Maine with Helena
Journal entries in Boulder Colorado
Tapes made by Alan and Dave
Which each thing recorded
The fresh eternal day, how anything could be done
Roller coaster day, started depressed, ended very satisfied. I set up the microphone in a new way, also the audio equipment - placed it in front of me, easy to reach, it feels better.
Lots of thoughts today, uncertainties, doubts about myself and my endeavors.
But then a resurgence of hope, a trying again, so much to accomplish
To improve quality in everything I do.
I need to get the AC right into this room - some connecting, using duct tape for the first time for its namesake.
All good and pleasurable things are here, most amazing.
Dreamed met Andrea’s mother, that she expected much, that this was to be it.
Earlier, we had to grab a large catamaran, our family, the people we were with, to escape trouble.
Last, inside a supermarket maze, had to find pairs of food on a list and escape a King Kong like dinosaur that was hunting us from above - they were Oxford classmates.
Now the bright light of doing, lots of thinking and seeing, but doing also, a steady course of light.
Riding down the golden elevator with spanish numbers she began to speak comfortably in her own language but we went to a bus on which were Lacrosse players with faded uniforms and one was Timmy, Kathy too walking by holding her books, tears streaming, but smiling to see me, knowing what it meant.
Huge fan of all things fashion and beauty, style, models, face especially, color, trying a dream.
So much disparate exciting style. Saying that looking at an image.
Ready in a trance to believe.
So many colors, styles, expressions.
The computer becomes the work of art.
Desktop, folders, notes and links.
Boisterous eternal beauty to believe.
Waiting for word from Tricia on late signal of reunion participation.
Using Usenet newsreader and feedreader to keep up with thought. Not a fan of only using popular daily buzz. Also, I need to keep up with my own creation of stories.
With some right decisions and views, I feel good this morning, ready for a new week.
Tech has come a long way to provide folders of high res pictures quickly compared to when I was at the president’s office with a modem, a small picture took time to load, the colors were poor - back in 1988 - so many years ago.
The man with much capability.
I will be known, but as for doing
But not really, because in some ways I do more than many men.
Plus the important thing: keeping the family together,
So much accomplished so far, but also sheer enjoyment
writing, editing, adjusting, but also seeing
To get so many things right, be able to do so much, then what.
In the bright beginning of day, cool with bird sounds, Joni Mitchell playing, kids waking and healthy, mom still sleeping, cats prowling around. We missed the park today, but we can go to the Grotto, all you can eat, and Ice Age 2 movie. Great monitor, I need to use it more. So much to accomplish and perform.