Author Archives: Jared Way

Caveat: Poem #956

the brutalist trees like dead monumental arms of recumbent gods

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Caveat: Tree #70

Wow, I found another tree. [daily log: walking, 4km]

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Caveat: Poem #955

a truck trundles by along that pothole-pocked road smashing through the slush

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Caveat: Tree #69

A tree growing. [daily log: walking, 3km]

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Caveat: not all creativity needs to be bonded by wage

AOC was talking at the SXSW conference. An excerpt: We should not be haunted by the specter of being automated out of work. We should not feel nervous about the toll booth collector not having to collect tolls anymore. We … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #954

the sounds of raindrops stabbing at the pale windows caressing the trees

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Caveat: Tree #68

Here is a tree. [daily log: walking, 3km]

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Caveat: Treehouse update

As some of you might know, I have this project going on: I want to build a treehouse. Not a full-scale house by any means, but not a tiny, kid-treehouse either. Just a kind of Arcata pumphouse-style outbuilding, I suppose. … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #953

I set aside my thoughts, just walking. The alien along the road appeared and gave me pause, his talking – his soulless pleadings – like a code made up of tangled verbs and meanings from which I got the barest … Continue reading

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Caveat: Tree #67

This tree wants to fly. [daily log: walking, 1km]

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Caveat: Messy desk, messy mind…

…I don’t really believe that. But I figured with a clean, fresh operating system on my computer, I also needed a clean, fresh desk. So I cleaned it. I don’t do that very often, so I’m happy. I got a … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #952

With parsimony, the sky brightened an hour late: I saved some daylight

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Caveat: Tree #66

The sixty-sixth tree. [daily log: walking, 4km; tromping, 300m]

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Caveat: A linux-flavored bullet

I have bitten the bullet. I installed Ubuntu Linux on my lemon HP laptop, in hopes that at least some portion of its lemonosity is derived from the Windows 10 operating system. So far… well, it works, at least the … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #951

some clouds came along and they set up battlements on the hills’ ridges

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Caveat: Tree #65

This is a tree. Arthur said, “didn’t you already take a picture of that tree?” I said, “No, it was that other tree.” Actually, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, at least this one’s from a different angle. [daily log: walking, 4km]

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Caveat: Backend changes

I’ve been a bit anti-social lately – more so than usual. I’m struggling with the feeling that my life is “on hold.” So I’ve retreated into some computer stuff I probably could have done quite a while ago. I’ve created … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #950

When people annoy I turn to my computer and program something.

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Caveat: Tree #64

It’s a small cedar. [daily log: walking, 1km]

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Caveat: Poem #949

Outside my window, western hemlocks tower and confront the clear air while stale snow begins to melt. But in shadows it’s cool; amid broad blue skies there are all these disturbing, brooding doubts.

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