Tagged: whimsy

Head to Toe 0

Me / Words

Head to Toe

Blue Angel. 1930. Before most of our parents were born.  In Europe, lusty lust was not lost, but America diluted its fire water into warm milk.  I’m gonna try to capture the spirit of Frederick Hollander’s lyrics made famous by Marlene Dietrich.  Apologies to the dead for this poor man’s rendering of “Falling In Love Again”. Some side-wise beauty flickers, Some “je ne sais-pas-quoi”. Like fool’s gold, a glimmer, but the shine is faint and dull. And then my eyes catch yours, and then we’re face-to-face, and...

Shell Nuggets: Musing on Dates 0

Hacking / Whimsy

Shell Nuggets: Musing on Dates

Nigh ever day I happen across some gem tucked away in the opaque vista of the *nix command-line shell.   While attempting to contrive the proper arguments for a date command interpolation, the following editorial injection from its GNU info entry caught my fancy. 28 Date input formats ********************* First, a quote: Our units of temporal measurement, from seconds on up to months, are so complicated, asymmetrical and disjunctive so as to make coherent mental reckoning in time all but impossible. Indeed, had some...

BBC 1

Me / Whimsy

BBC

Fun encounter with the fairer sex this morning. Went outside my apartment to the Farmer’s Market that usually serves only to deprive me of parking on Friday night. Browsed a little, then to the java stand.  The pretty twenty-something compliments my “Frozen” shirt with a giggle and asks what I’d like. “Well … I’ve been craving a BBC.   A big–” [beat, anxiety on her face] “black …” [beat, eyes widen] “… coffee.” She laughs. Funny she knew the acronym– maybe she’s...

Water Damage Filtered Through Poe 0

Fiction / Me

Water Damage Filtered Through Poe

My kitchen ceiling flooded yesterday.  Not sure how this poesy parody came to mind, but here it is. Once upon a morning drizzly, while I hack-ed, gruff and grizzly, O’er many quaint and curious statements of programmatic lore— While I type-ed, buffers filling, suddenly there came a spilling, As of something gently dripping, dripping on my kitchen floor— “‘Tis rain fallen,” I muttered, “dripping on my kitchen floor—         Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I...