Escapades in Escapism

Projecting Belief
started an up to date Web project
started an unusual cobweb throw
started to update spider’s web
evil seems a completed thought
-12.13.2017, latest #spampoetry

2017GRCThis blogpost brought to you by the letter P, for Pause between Competing Projects That I Need To Get Done Tonight. Pause. Not procrastination. Really!1

As I’ve mentioned, I finished my Goodreads Challenge six months early. So, here’s where I am with my reading at the beginning of December. After I raised the hurdle two whole books from last year, I cleared it by a 150% percent. Holy fish.

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Between Ghosts

Far seeing once meant
The future withholds wonderful things,
Private answers all remarkably admitted.
Now, it predicts breakfast.

-11.20.2017, the latest #spampoetry

My WordPress spam has gotten tedious. It’s increasingly disgusting ads, over and over, sprinkled with admonitions for me to monetize or SEOize this site using some method which must not be very good, else spammers wouldn’t need to advertise it.

However, my Google Junk Mail folder continues to provide useful crap for spackling into poetry.

Belated Challenge, Accepted in Passing

Week of 11/5 in Sagittarius: The poem that is written about the sun is waiting for you, but you have to write it.

Astro Poets (@poetastrologers), 11:41 pm, November 5th.

Write it? Ah, no. However, I was able to scrape one together out of spam.

much elegance neglected
decay winding a peculiar
ballooned heart
convinced it was mistaken
breathing on all these dirty windows
fogging them blind gold

-11.6.2017, posted today, because I’m trying to psych myself up for tackling my statistics homework by taking care of random things that I didn’t get to during the week1, and I found this sitting in my drafts folder along with another draft post that I just decided to delete.

1The past few weeks have seen me unable to get to my homework until the weekend, chiefly because my body likes human normal amounts of sleep, and my brain’s beginning to (reluctantly) concede that (maybe) it’s not an idiot.

Dismantling Process

One of the most disturbing things I’ve found is
During the dismantling process
They incarnate specifically to get the facilitator.
But it seems the previous faithful is losing the battle, for
This is now when I lay on the sofa and get a well deserved rest.
Knowing I will awaken with a forgiven dream of light.

-Today’s #spampoetry

I only had five spam comments in my Inbox this morning. Yes, this morning, not the actual morning (January 20th) when I put together today’s poem, when I had something on the order of, uhm, lots. That’s either a somewhat positive sign or a somewhat negative one, but yay for symmetry.

The holidays happened. I did not succeed in avoiding the stomach bug that I was grumbling about in my last post, nor did there seem to be a safe minimum distance from it: my entire household got it, as did my in-laws’ entire household. Between the non-stop bathroom visits, the ongoing being jolted out of sound sleep to deal with emergency laundry situations and the dehydration delirium1, I think it’s safe to say that it was the second worst Winter holiday season I’ve ever experienced, and probably the Monster’s worst yet. Not that I’m holding a competition.2

January itself was fairly uneventful. Oh, sure, we all picked up strep throat after the stomach bug ran its course, but pshaw, that was nothing. We’ve started work to get the basement to where we want it to be, and have made real progress toward our not-calling-it-a-resolution of eating as many meals at home as we possibly can. Not that we were doing badly on that front anyway: it’s weird, since we’ve moved to Northern Virginia with its expansive access to dining out options, we’ve eaten in more. I’m sure a big part of that has to do with also having more expanded grocery options. I don’t have to drive 25 minutes to the nearest grocery store anymore (or 45-50 to the nearest one that doesn’t stock moldy produce). I could, if I wanted to3, even bike the distance.

I also picked up a Fitbit and started using the danged thing. Don’t worry, I won’t be posting my progress.

1On the positive side, I did get a lot of work done. Not that I remember doing most of it.
2It’s okay if the 1988 record stands. Really.
3Considering I parked my last bike in 1994 and left it to die like it left me to die hanging upside down in a tree a few hours prior, I don’t think I’ll be buying a bike and taking it down Lee Highway any time soon.

Situational Adrenaline

It is not advisable to try to microwave the quiche

I started this post on December 1st. I had ten minutes, or so I thought, to throw some words together about what all is going on, and yes, the key words in this sentence are or so I thought.

It’s now the 23rd.

Since December 1st, I’ve turned in four contract deliverables (two more are due by New Year’s), taken a final (Advanced Database Management — I fell too far behind in the Algorithms class, so I’m taking it in the spring), and did the holiday prep with even less clue than I had last year.1

I’m currently wrapping up the antibiotics I wound up on after getting Yet Another Infection in my left ear (third one this year), and fighting off whatever the heck caused the Monster to spew terracotta colored vomit all over the upstairs last night and this morning.

So, Happy Holidays, y’all. I might be coherent enough to write a proper New Year’s post at some point before Chinese New Year.

In your plan, you’ll want to focus on the fact
And not the perceived problems
Repeat the rolling action that you just did
Within the first Situational Adrenaline
To arrive at the altar and grab the house key

-today’s #SpamPoetry

1Though I did succeed in putting up the icicle lights on the porch, after having put up the clips last year and totally failing to hang up the lights themselves. And the tree went up on time … but after we succeeded in losing the tree topper for the second year in a row (I bought a new one last year after we lost the old one, and now the new one’s missing AndWeHaven’tMovedHonest), we gave up … at least for now. Maybe we’ll decorate properly on New Year’s Weekend. Yeah, this is not the first time this has happened.

NaNoWriMo 2014: What Day Is This?

Now together with all the harmful toxins
It is a great strategy to have your own
Fantastic, quick time passer
Most likely
The most effectively
Interesting things
You’ll be able to take anywhere

-today’s #spampoetry

I hit 50K yesterday. Good lord, no, not on the project that I was trying to finish during NaNoWriMo. The edits on The Madness Gate are currently at 9,847 — I might hit 15K by the end of the month, but there’s no way I’ll hit the 50K, not with my having just over double that due on a contract project in mid-December.1

So, I’m not going to win NaNoWriMo this time. I’m calling it now. Yep. So definitely not.

And I don’t feel a bit guilty or embarrassed about that, ’cause, crap, I’m averaging about 2,600K a day daily now — not counting e-mails or analysis briefs — without breaking too much of a sweat.

In other news, the Deluge O’Spam comments continue. A lot of them are now in Japanese. I imagine they’d be more entertaining if I could remember more from my two semesters of the language than 私は日本語を話すことはありません (and I’m not too sure about that).

While I was skimming through the non-Japanese ones looking for poetry building blocks, I noticed one that seemed almost genuine.

Submitted on 2014/11/05 at 9:20 pm
First off I would like to say fantastic blog! I had a quick question which I’d like to ask if you do not mind. I was interested to know how you center yourself and clear your mind before writing. I have had trouble clearing my thoughts in getting my ideas out there. I truly do take pleasure in writing however it just seems like
the first 10 to 15 minutes are generally wasted just trying to figure out how to begin. Any recommendations or hints? Cheers!

Four quick answers:

1) Aromatherapy. I like bay, eucalyptus, bergamot and other citrus scents for “everyday” creativity. I switch between those and savory food scents like basil, parsley, cucumber, tomato and radish. Lately, I’ve been using a ScentBall with an essential oil mix of AuraCacia‘s Creative Juice (their Website’s wrong about the “mint”: it’s just bergamot, lemon and coriander) with some eucalyptus.2

2) Hydration, Hydration, Hydration.

3) Music. Sometimes my earworms need a break. I tend to avoid lyrics when I need to write, though I do binge on Steely Dan when I’m doing data modeling, and 70s/80s Southern California rock when I’m writing pseudocode or doing logical analysis. I’ve enjoyed the heck out of some of the curated playlists at Songza. Right now, I’m listening to its “Electronic Film Scores” playlist.

4) Rage. I’m not kidding. I might explain later.

1..and a key deliverable due for my analyst gig in the same time frame, and Parts 4 and 5 of a school programming project, and the final part of a school database design project, and uhm, three exams, as well as the general and holiday-related parenting and domestic shenanigans.
2Yes, I do know exactly how goofy I sound talking about this stuff. Thanks for not asking.

Inevitable Preventabilities [NaNoWriMo 2014 (Day 1-3)]

Yeah, I’m still trying to do this anyway.

I should figure out the Latin for “Some Consequences Are Predictable…” and “…Others Are Preventable”, and get the sayings tattooed1 on my palms, so they’re fully visible when I smack myself around later this month.2

November Words for Dough: 12,684 (not yet counting today’s)
November Words for Doughnuts (read ‘Doughnuts’ as ‘NaNo’): 5,529

In other news, I’ve had a serious uptick in spam comments lately. I wonder if people are beginning to figure out that I recycle them?

Although there won’t be any miracle remedies
(These include the herbs your mother uses)
It really is necessary being aware
Like a fine tuned antenna capable of
Receiving any frequency from any realm
By sitting and experience.

-The latest #spampoetry

1Like that would happen. I hate needles.
2Parce que cette conséquence? Elle est inévitable.