October 16th, 2004

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a sense of accomplishment

I roasted coffee. I put away the clean dishes, loaded and ran the dishwasher. I went to Southcenter, bearded a Mac Genius in his lair, and have returned with shiny new iPod number 3! for which third time had better damn well be the charm. Hrmph. I believe this one is new, not reconditioned, so it should be fine.

I've earned the right to screw off the rest of the afternoon. *nod*

As opposed to the rest of the time, when I simply screw off whether I've earned the right or not, of course.

Actually, one more task, but it's not really an onerous one: reloading my music from iTunes onto the new iPod.
  • Current Music
    Künstliche Welten
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poetry meme (from canyonwren)

I have a strange relationship with this poem.

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 The memery: When you read this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

  • Current Music
    The Last Remaining Light