ㅁ With fragments of time I can sketch out a full day like a vague collage.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1847 “The west wall”
This tree got to watch as neighbor Brandt and I (mostly Brandt) installed the framing for west wall of my shed project over on Lot 73.
After working in the morning, Brandt needed some help lifting that assembled frame of 2 x 6’s – it was quite heavy. We ended up using a come-along.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 4hr]
Caveat: Poem #2753 “Above the ridge”
ㅁ Three months in shadow. But then the sun clears the ridge... photons find the earth.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1846 “Out of the shadow”
This tree is the tallest tree on lot 73. This time, each year, if the sky isn’t overcast, it meets the sun again after our 3 months exile in the mountain’s shadow.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2752 “Newsless”
ㅁ If you please, some words? Can you summarize your day? Nah, nothing much new.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1845 “The morning rush hour”
This tree observed passing traffic during the morning rush hour.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2751 “Now with AI assistant”
ㅁ No. We can't. It's too hard. Impossible. Unreasonable. So don't even ask us. On the other hand, there's this. It's a fine product, with AI. We burned a lot of coal making it.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1844 “Sympathy”
This tree was frosty, just like all the others.
A woman came into the gift store this morning, looking for a Valantine’s Day card. Unfortunately, we had some issues with our card supplier, and we don’t have any Valentine’s Day cards this year. She was disappointed, of course. She moped about the store looking at some of the other stuff we have. But then she brightened. “I suppose I could use a sympathy card, instead,” she announced.
She did not, in fact, buy a sympathy card for her Valentine. I think it was a joke. But it was well executed and I was laughing about it all day.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2750 “So that’s nice, I guess”
ㅁ I derive pleasure from such simple things, sometimes: this morning's coffee.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1843 “Outside the window”
This tree was outside a window where I often sit and look out.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2749 “Orderly transfer of power”
ㅁ I feel a bit lost, slogging through these recent weeks. Dreams have taken charge.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1842 “Mild”
This tree experienced unusually mild temperatures and cloudiness.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2748 “Hypnagogic preoccupations”
ㅁ I awake too early, yet again. The worries displace the thick dreams, which nevertheless linger, so worries about work are flavored with ghosts disconsolate and surreal remnant webs
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1841 “설날나무”
이 나무는 우리 집 앞에 있어요.
오늘은 설날이에요.
새해 복 많이 받으세요.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2747 “Driving at night”
ㅁ Those little sparkles, frozen droplets among trees, tiny cartoon stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1840 “Raven with sky”
This tree had a raven enjoying a blueish sky.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2746 “Holy”
ㅁ So. Holy, holy, holy, holy... the potholed road of Port Saint Nick an old stretch of tree-lined road beside the rolling sea on rainy muskeg in Alaska where I live alone. So.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1839 “A dusting of snow”
This tree saw a light dusting of snow in the far western suburbs of Rockpit.
Art and I went to town for Thursday shopping. I had a lot of gift-store-related extra errands (banks, etc.). Arthur just dozes in the car while I do these.
In fact I felt pretty under-the-weather, today. I’m not sleeping well these days. Worrying about store tax preparation and stuff like that.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 2.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2745 “The song was important, somehow”
ㅁ In the dream, a robot read my blog... was moved to write a disco song. The song provided backing to subsequent events, including crashes, mad truck races, woodworking, aimless talks..
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1838 “The frame on the scene”
This tree helped frame a scene of calm water.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2744 “Intention”
ㅁ I try to make sense, but meanings disassemble, contexts become lost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1837 “Power”
This tree oversaw the delivery of electricity.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2743 “Predator”
ㅁ I'll wake up sometimes, hunt around my room for words, pick up some spare ones.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1836 “A blueish sky”
This tree saw a blueish sky as the car thawed its windshield for the commute to town.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2742 “Sudo”
ㅁ I craved great power... a poem for an admin: sudo cat haiku
– a sudo-haiku. A note of explanation: this haiku is an inside joke, for those familiar with linux system administration.
Caveat: Tree #1835 “Along a misty road”
This tree was along a misty road.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2741 “Distortions on the territory’s map”
ㅁ Like drizzle but frozen: the snow had come, a slow world-filling, tree and stone covering, gradual envelopment, muting the atmosphere's flavors, leaving the territory all blurred.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1834 “Snow on the driveway”
This tree made note of some snow on the driveway.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2740 “An implicit teleology”
ㅁ so at last it happened snow made contact piled up on the ground not really that deep though still I got the shovel out and scraped the powder off the steps left footprints across the neighborhood
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1833 “As winter finally arrived”
This tree was by the sea as a proper winter finally arrived.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2739 “The origins of consciousness”
ㅁ Consciousness arose, very unexpectedly, around 3 AM.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1832 “Speculations as to the inner life of a small greenhouse”
This tree saw rain shifting to snow, out by the little greenhouse with a moldy heart.
Arthur forgot how to pay at the store yesterday. Just stood there, while the cashier got frustrated. It was a bit stressful, but I stepped in and pulled the levers – helped him dig out his credit card, sort of gave directions.
It’s always doubly frustrating because half the time he’ll deny there was a problem minutes later. It’s just like this temporary glitch in the operating system.
[daily log: walking, 4km;]
Caveat: Poem #2738 “A godless theogony”
ㅁ the nothing dreamed it and it bloomed into something which filled with wonder
– a pseudo-haiku.