The other night I woke from a particularly beautiful and telling dream. It was really little more than a static image, though it felt alive enough, as a dream should. I didn’t travel anywhere, or do anything. I made no “moves.” I was a Go) stone, placed upon a gigantic board surrounded by the opponent’s stones; all of which were women, wearing nothing but their underwear.
Last December, as OpenOffice.org 3.2 was nearing completion, I was contacted by Linux Identity and asked if I’d be interested in contributing to this years Office edition. It’s always such a great pleasure to work with Carol and the Linux Identity crew, that I came up with a couple articles discussing Base in OOo 3.2.
“Hi. What can I get for you?” She said.
“Oh, you already have,” he said.
Not your traditional Creole dish, by any stretch of the imagination, but over the last couple years I’ve started working this sausage, bean, and rice recipe into my diet fairly regularly. I stumbled on this concoction when looking over a few items I had in the cupboard, so much of the traditional Creole seasoning is left out, but it’s still a decent, tasty meal on a tight budget that yields 5 decent plates. Good for protein, fiber, anti-oxidants, and incredibly easy to prepare.
So this is what has become of our friendship? The only thing we can find to talk about is the weather? Yet when I emerged from my hole, which I do about as often as a ground-hog, I saw seasons.
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More chow for the curious adventurers among us. Another of the typical dishes that I subsist on.
Imagine that all throughout your life there are tiny, invisible creatures that hover about you. Well, they’re not entirely invisible; you can see them if you want to.
I’ve often boggled over how my friends were able to sit through an hour news cast and exercise what I saw as unnatural rigor at the disconcerting details of current events. Me, I’d get all pissed off and storm off after a taste. I figured if a taste was good enough, and I disliked that flavor, I’ll just leave the remainder of the plate and get on with my life, searching for more savory experiences. God-damned hedonist that I am.
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Yep, it’s true. I had to get it out, and admit it to the world. It’s a starting point, something to consider and work with, so that in the future perhaps I’ll be less a hypocrite about certain things. Today, my hypocrisy revolves around the Science Fiction genre. That’s not to say that I’m not a hypocrite about other things, just that the focus of this little babble is the topic of Science Fiction works.
Toward the end of a period, a year or a decade, a number of articles typically appear that list the Top Ten Whatever. As a culture we review our recent history by such means; little reminders of what we saw happening during our lives over that certain period of time. Many of these things we witnessed together—the tragedy of 9.11.01, the first black president, the beginning of a war, or the iPhone. Some of them we experienced directly, as perhaps we knew someone in one of the towers who died back in September of 2001, or are someone serving in Afghanistan, or happen to be the owner of an iPhone. Since none of those applied to me, other than being witness to them during the past decade, I couldn’t help but wonder, as I do, what were the most significant events in my life, as an individual, during the last ten years. I pondered over what events shaped my life, for better or for worse. So I made a list.
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