Streets are filled with --

Yuletide: I picked up a canon, adjacent to my usual canons, for Yuletide this year and was blown away by the quality of the translation. I'm actually very excited for reveals so that I can enthuse about this to the world.

December /JanuaryTalking Meme: I am very late to this party, but give me a topic for a date and I'll talk about it! Go all the way into January if you want.

I leave you all with Mary Oliver, who I was rereading last night and who has reignited old, dormant, enormous emotions. She is a deft hand at nature, both Mother and human. Here is her reading it.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

– Mary Oliver

cute baby padawan learner new hire
i am happy to assist you, i like you a lot
but i am not a dev lead???? so
why are you asking me things that
a dev lead should answer

bb padawan
please learn the magic of
git revert -m
i understand that first argument is scary
fear not:
documentation.

bb padawan the scary thing is
you are the brightest light in our pod
because people, though smart,
seem to think that merging in
8 feature branches
at twenty-five to the hour
when it takes twenty minutes to build
and we deploy on the hour
is a good
idea

bb padawan take the learning
you are learning
wear it on your back like
luke wore yoda
because one day my son
all this code base will be yours

ps boss
promotion

Spending my time slacking off, as usual. Different name, same person! At least this will encourage me to think instead of just drivel.

There's something about being in your own house that just makes productivity plunge to record new levels. A house is a home is a place of comfort, not a work cubicle or a desk. Makes me want to sleep/play more Final Fantasy/doodle/sleep/eat/sleep more than think or engage in the slow avalanche of books which is threatening to consume my desk/other desk/mahjong table-cum-desk.

Stage

The lights out are brighter
than any other lights
somehow cleaner, clearer, the colours
More authentic
(Even if this is stage(d))

When the lights go out
The darkness it blends itself into
Is somehow
Also darker
And more lonely.


I like stage lights. I wish I'd payed more attention during the time when I was able to learn about all these things; MXes and cycloramas and moving lights and washes and all of that other technical garble that turns into nothing but garble without the massive rigging and the control panels to back it all up.

Where have all my words gone? Somehow I feel tired, even if just a day ago I seemed to have so many things to say or do.

Backstage, In The Wings

Backstage, in the wings,
There is this metal wire mesh
Metal squares with square holes
Just large enough to put my fingers through
To play with before the next spotlight
In the silence and all the bustle around
I put my fingers through and tugged, gently,
The wire mesh beat out, and then went back in,
Enthralled, I did it again
Beat
beat
Beat
beat
Beat
beat
It sounded like a heart.