So... Sunday. The thing is... the days, they blur... a string of mornings, awoken out of dreams, undifferentiated. Then the calendar lays guidelines, steers thoughts away from simple being.
– a reverse nonnet
Author: Jared Way
Caveat: Tree #262
Because of the raininess outside, I have been less inclined to pursue any of the outdoor projects I have in progress. I have been working more on computer-based projects, including messing with my programming environment (my largely unfulfilled fantasy of learning to program using Ruby/Rails), and adding some bells and whistles to a few of my server projects.
Meanwhile, on the equinox, I find attention-seeking behavior among trees. Hey! Quit goofing around!
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1147
I'm wide awake, middle of the night. With an aggressive staccato, the rain perforates the air while I watch the darkness. I consider shapes. The night crawls by. It dissolves into dreams.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Tree #261
The tree cannot flee the fast-approaching Fall.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Interbirthday
My birthday was last Sunday. Arthur’s is this coming Monday. Halfway between, last night, is our “interbirthday.” Being economical sorts, we celebrated once for both of us. He got me a cake. I got him a cake. It was the same cake.
Caveat: Poem #1146
lines displace surfaces manifesting into abstractions and hypotheticals painting obscure paradigms which distort representations and make you want to stop reading this
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #260
I had what felt like a somewhat productive day – though in fact it was mostly recuperating ground lost on prior days. I got my map server back working the way it should be. It turned out there was a minor syntax incompatibility between different versions of the database utility that’s used, so the script I was running wasn’t working as expected after a routine upgrade. Software is fun!
I took some steps on my application to UAS. I feel like the end is in sight. And then I can begin.
I failed to photograph a tree. I’m neglecting my blogular obligations…
Here is a tree from archives. It’s not a photograph, but rather a scan of an ink drawing. I made the ink drawing in 1992. It shows the front of the old “San Marino House” – the one where my grandfather grew up on California Boulevard in Pasadena. There are in fact at least two large trees and many shrubs in the picture – the house was quite overgrown with vegetation. So let’s select the tree in darker ink lines on the right, to be tree #260.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1145
I saw there were strange things on the map: mysterious towns and highways, inconsistent land-uses, geographic glitches, unknowable lakes, hazy outlines, lost cities, portals, holes.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Tree #259
I had a frustrating day, trying to repair my map server. I’m not sure if I’ve repaired it, now, but I got into one of those obsessive mindsets that made me recall that in fact, Arthur and I behave quite similarly around computers. Although I think I don’t cuss quite as much as he does. It seems to kind of work. Something amiss with the database.
In darkness, in rain, trees still lurk.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1144
Just at dawn the moon gazes downward. She turns her bright eye to the trees. The clouds thin and part for her. The rocks reveal their dreams. The sea is bashful. She watches birds. She tastes air. She slumps. Pale.
– a nonnet
Caveat: Tree #258
I spend part of the day outside working on some more aspects of the well-head “doghouse” – specifically, the outgoing pipes/conduit to connect to what I’m calling the “greenhouse” – I want to build a small greenhouse on the new upper parking pad, hopefully to be able to use next Spring.
I spent another part of the day trying to build a Ruby on Rails development environment on my server. It’s slow going, but I feel I’m making progress. So far the vscode IDE is working much better than all those times I tried to use Eclipse, so the switch over was a smart move.
Lastly, I have been writing an essay for my UAS application for the teaching certification program. I’m sure what I have already is fine, but I’m being perfectionistic. So there’s that.
I failed to take a picture of a tree today. So here is a tree from my archives. This is Gobong Hill with its distinctive radio tower, in Ilsan, Korea, as seen from near the top of Jeongbal Hill, a few blocks from my apartment there. I took it in October, 2015 – just short of 4 years ago.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1143
outside the rain fell inside I installed software and time passed like stones
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #257
It has been one of those rainy days that just demotivates a person. I have been spending some time installing some programming tools on my desktop and server, while I wait for my enrollment process to move forward for the University of Alaska Southeast Teacher Certification program. I suppose I’m more and more feeling that in the long run, I may end up doing computer work, and it would be smart to keep my skills up. Frustrated with the Eclipse IDE, I decided to try out VSCode, which is Microsoft’s entry to the Open Source IDE market. It’s a kind of weird reversal, running Microsoft software on a Linux machine. But so far it seems to work better than the buggy Eclipse.
A tree I saw the other day. Not very well focused.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1142
at some point before the sun comes up, before the looming fog brightens, above the waiting forest, behind the slate gray sky, with eagles' assent, but bears' surprise, it begins: purple light
– a nonnet
Caveat: Tree #256
Today, the Ides of September, Arthur and I once again sought to catch a halibut, but alas, we returned to port having only hooked a number of ugly bottom fish of poor quality. Halibutless. The sea was flat and sunny, though. I saw some seagulls cruising on an improvised raft (hard to see, center of this picture, looking past the southern end of San Juan Island toward San Ignacio and Baker, in the distance).
Meanwhile, trees continued their efforts to touch the sky.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1141
pain expressed like desire internal states with utterances perturbations in air or glyphs projected with light hopeful, vain intentions to use an apparatus known as language
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #255
I found this tree.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1140
worried thoughts bold plans internal doubts
early dusk
optimistic words verbal hesitations pertinent questions
black caterpillars
long pauses happy suggestions convoluted rationalizations
aimless slugs
they might
hope
to change
minds
and nevertheless
we remain
obdurate
looming fog still forest patient spider
irresolute conversation
– a quennet
Caveat: Tree #254
This is another view of a tree that spent a night in flames two weeks ago.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1139
A speculative solipsism: I imagined being a bear. The world was an endless verb. All objects were nameless. Feelings thrummed through me. The seasons changed. The trees drooped. Leaves fell. Bare.
– a nonnet