retrospective
[dec 05 2006, 22:07]
this week, i drive a lot of miles every day to attend an oracle administrator's course in essen.
it's a great course – hell, i've learned more in those past two days than in all the school lessons on databases – and it's fun getting out of the damn daily routine once in a while.
but there's something else: the way.
each trip takes around two hours, quite a lot of time to think. the next couple of days will probably see some random thoughts and ideas from these travels.
--
wow, i haven't been here for quite some time. but i still think i could see her if i just looked out of the window. but i can't.
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why is it always me who gets the psycho-chicks? ah, no pun intended... let's put it this way: why is it always me who seems to get the psycho-chicks in the last couple of years? that one there was really way out there...
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i need to read some shakespeare. poe. cummings. aloud. soon.
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leaving at six thirty. getting back at seven. head filled with importance. heart filled with nothing.
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i haven't heard 'last christmas' yet. i'm amazed. and somehow frightened.
--
he had a t-shirt on that said 'we're all gonna die alone', i still believe that's true, oh, i truly do...
--
we drown ourselves in the salty drops of rain, we shuffle our feet believing that this helps us to make people look down, away from our eyes that are filled with the same drops of rain, away from the hearts that we stuffed into woolen underwear to protect them from the wind. it's fall, and fall we do. it's christmas, but somehow it isn't.
we fast-forward. and rewind. and fast-forward again. but the frame we're looking for is lost, deleted, corrupted, overwritten with happy family memories and a big cake. but the smiles are faltering and the cake is made of soap.
full moon
--
charon
it's a great course – hell, i've learned more in those past two days than in all the school lessons on databases – and it's fun getting out of the damn daily routine once in a while.
but there's something else: the way.
each trip takes around two hours, quite a lot of time to think. the next couple of days will probably see some random thoughts and ideas from these travels.
--
wow, i haven't been here for quite some time. but i still think i could see her if i just looked out of the window. but i can't.
--
why is it always me who gets the psycho-chicks? ah, no pun intended... let's put it this way: why is it always me who seems to get the psycho-chicks in the last couple of years? that one there was really way out there...
--
i need to read some shakespeare. poe. cummings. aloud. soon.
--
leaving at six thirty. getting back at seven. head filled with importance. heart filled with nothing.
--
i haven't heard 'last christmas' yet. i'm amazed. and somehow frightened.
--
he had a t-shirt on that said 'we're all gonna die alone', i still believe that's true, oh, i truly do...
--
we drown ourselves in the salty drops of rain, we shuffle our feet believing that this helps us to make people look down, away from our eyes that are filled with the same drops of rain, away from the hearts that we stuffed into woolen underwear to protect them from the wind. it's fall, and fall we do. it's christmas, but somehow it isn't.
we fast-forward. and rewind. and fast-forward again. but the frame we're looking for is lost, deleted, corrupted, overwritten with happy family memories and a big cake. but the smiles are faltering and the cake is made of soap.
full moon
--
charon