Just Shelley

Pearly nights

I’m sitting here in my living room with the lights off, looking out on to the Bay. The moon must be nearly full because its light combines with the fog to cast a pearly quality over the water. In the Bay one of the dinner boats is floating by, bright golden lights marking its outline.

I lean my head on my hands, elbows on the table next to a bouquet of flowers I got at the Market last week. My favorites, daisies and sweet william.

I call these moments “found gifts” because they can’t be bought, you can’t plan them, they just happen — unexpected gifts from the cosmos. Just smile sweetly and say thank you to the air, spill a drop of wine to the spirits.

Tomorrow is the start of Memorial Day weekend in the States and I’m taking a few days off. Time to smell the flowers. Look out the window. Dream.

Technology Weblogging

More important stuff

After phone call with friend, I am calmer. Sort of. Enough to spend time on more important things. Such as wishing Mark Pilgrim half-a-Happy Birthday!. He’s 29.5 today.

(Mark, I have a clue for you — when you hit 40, you start celebrating birthdays biennially, rather than semiannually.)

Secondly, Jeneane asked folks to link to her co-worker’s weblog. He’s a techie, and the first line I read at his weblog was:

What ever happened to VRML?

I’m partial to VRML – I created a VRML animated lava lamp. Great idea that just never lived up to its potential. Shame that.

Say hi to another VRML fan, Anthurian.

BTW — thanks to you, my weblogging buddies, for your support.

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And another shot…

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Just in case my previous posting doesn’t piss enough people off at me – and it will – may I pass on to you this link to an entire page that the person known as The Head Lemur has written because I expressed my opinion about realtime blogging.

Shelley Powers wants to be the Center of the Universe.

But let’s not stop there. Please, feel free to use my comments to add links to other postings that discuss my vanities, my inabilities, my lack of objectivity, my paleo-leftist tendencies, my anti-Semitic nature, my pro-terrorist nature, that my weblog sucks, and I don’t give a shit about the people around me, my life, all of you, and the world at large.

No, seriously, I haven’t been dumped on enough this week. I need more. You would be doing me a kindness to donate to the pile. Get out your hammer and nail the lid down, tight.

Jonathon, you’ll be heartened to know that kitsch is alive and well and living in the blogosphere. And I’m it.