ㅁ Living with Arthur and maintaining any peace of mind is quite hard. These days, he's like his father: obdurate resentment and pessimism, unwavering, flavored with false cheer.
– a nonnet.
Month: March 2024
Caveat: Tree #1874 “My π tattoo is taking longer than expected”
This tree noted that my much-neglected treehouse continues to fail to fall down.
Joke read online (made me laugh): “My π tattoo is taking longer than expected.”
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2780 “Metaphor”
ㅁ This here metaphor, pointlessly accessible, is a fantasy.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1873 “Waiting around / sheer panic”
This tree awaited the approaching darkness.
I’m really not doing well lately. I’m really stressed by the financial “bookkeeping” side of running the store – especially preparing for and dealing with tax-related stuff. I hate preparing taxes even when they’re easy – and this year, for the first time in my life (arguably), they are definitely NOT easy. Running a small business is a bureaucratic tangle worthy of Kafka.
Meanwhile, I feel like I’ve increasingly lost a technical grasp of the websites I run – they coast along but there are aspects of how they work that I truly cannot understand, and that leaves me feeling helpless when things go wrong – as happened this evening with the main map website.
Arthur is unpredictable – as I’ve mentioned many times before, being a caretaker to Arthur is a bit like being an active-duty military person: 95% waiting around and doing stupid make-work, and 5% sheer panic and SOLVE THIS PROBLEM NOW!
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2779 “Simile”
ㅁ Like a simile, these words have a role to play, but no one hears them.
– a pseudo-haiku. This is one of those rare daily poems that essentially appeared in my mind already fully-formed at my moment of awaking.
Caveat: Tree #1872 “Amid the panoptic gray”
This tree saw a momentary slice of blue amid the panoptic gray.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2778 “Hours of geologic time”
ㅁ The temporary glacier out there, made of snow and ice and chilled mud, is gradually unmade by the visitations of churlish raindrops, by the mad gusts of dumb wind. The yard clears...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1871 “Add crunch to your commute”
This tree bore witness to my morning commute, now with added crunchiness and slipperiness, due to steady drizzle falling on the icy road.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2777 “Above”
ㅁ down the steps snow-laden to the hollow with fallen branches where the treehouse stairway provides access to the space damp with the rain and melting snow suspended there among greenery
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1870 “Standing aside for snow”
This tree stood aside as more snow fell over on lot 73.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2776 “Ephemerality”
ㅁ the atmosphere teems with sadnesses exhaled by all the aimless ghosts that populate the margins of our bland perceptions but when confronted fade right away like vapor rising up
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1869 “손병희”
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in July, 2009, in Seoul. The tree is behind a statue of Son Byeong-hui, a Korean religious leader, modernization advocate, and later independence activist, who died in Japanese prison in 1922.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 3hr]
Caveat: Poem #2775 “Null statement”
ㅁ Right now, there's nothing I can think of to write, here, so you will see this.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1868 “Contrast”
This tree is in stark contrast to its encvironment.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2774 “Around”
ㅁ There's this inertia. The mind just does these small loops. Nothing gets done.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1867 “Dumptrucks and rain”
This tree saw a dumptruck parked at the neighbors’ place, where Richard is doing some work moving gravel and rocks, helping prepare the spot where the neighbors’ pier is going.
The day included over an inch of rain, which, layered on top of the packed snow and ice on the road, did no favors to the driveability of the road. It was horrible – very slip-slidey.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2773 “That strange custom”
ㅁ The light comes early enough these days, that I can make coffee, breakfast, by the light from the window. But that will change again, next week, when the change - daylight savings - strange custom... remakes night.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1866 “An additional sprinkling of snow”
This tree suggested an additional sprinkling of snow, in the morning.
But later it turned to rain. Slushtabulous.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2772 “The lurker”
ㅁ The road was covered in snow and ice. I'd decided on a short walk. I had no specific plan. The snow crunched underfoot. The light was purple. A pothole lurked, under snow... ate my foot.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1865 “Contemplation”
This tree contemplated the coming sun.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2771 “The present moment”
ㅁ Walking from the car... the snow crunches. Late dusk: the road is lit purple. I like when it gets this cold. Mortality flavors unrepentant air and I know, then: what matters: only: now.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1864 “Amid crunchy, stale snow”
This tree saw sunny skies and quite cold temperatures (20 F = -7 C).
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2770 “A teller of tales”
ㅁ My life as a ghost has ups and downs. I don't always haunt as I'd like. Some days, people can see me. The insist I talk and join discussions, tell anecdotes. What's this ghost, sharing tales?
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1863 “Wintery days”
This tree saw wintery days in the suburbs of Rockpit, Alaska.
[daily log: walking, 2km;]
Caveat: Poem #2769 “Epistemological anxieties”
ㅁ what if words enchained made the whole world and what if we perceive patterns what if knowledge isn't real and what if we know things what if it's a dream and what if thoughts what if not and what if
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1862 “제주나무”
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in the suburbs of Jeju City, South Korea in early 2011. I was there on a work-related “team building” excursion that was in most respects quite horrible, but it had some good moments.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2768 “And then I woke up”
ㅁ I was detained by authorities at a surreal border crossing, where they demanded my phone - oddly, not my laptop. I stood between them, two guys speaking strange language. Such are dreams.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1861 “Recent precipitation lingers on surfaces”
This tree stood by along the road to town.
I worked a half-day at the store, after a “staff meeting breakfast”. Good to keep us all getting along, working at the store, there.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 4hr]
Caveat: Poem #2767 “The great journey”
ㅁ The raven set out, across the wide parking lot, preferring to walk.
– a pseudo-haiku.