August 23rd, 2006

2013, cyd, new

must stop going to bed so early

i slept all day and then went to bed at 1:30am. so at 9 i was up and alert. part of me wants to go back to bed and lay there. that part of me may win.

i got accepted into the forums at and i'm waiting for doc to go before i start listening to the pieces and commenting on them. it's a close knit online community of writers, poets, and performance poets. with a dash of musicians thrown in for a good mix.

as i fell asleep last night i saw what my problem is with wordpress. i just have no clue how to fix it. it has to do with a plugin i use called podpress. so while i will continue to read the documentation, i'm not playing with it anymore until i know i can get it to work. and that includes learning CSS. my friend said he used dreamweaver to help him, i have dreamweaver, so logic mandates that i can do the same thing. once i figure out how it works. and a couple of rounds through the tutorial should help with that.

meanwhile i have several off the computer things to do today. that will keep me from sitting here and obsessing. because there is so much to obsess about. and i am so good at it. it makes for a hard habit to break.

i ran across some "lost" cam archives yesterday. seems all my zip disks weren't empty. i also found journals i transcribed. maybe not all of them, i didn't check, but some. and some is better than what i thought i had. i may even post the cam archives to my site. maybe. i don't know what else i would do with them.

if i can get my copy of my CD to work i'll have all the archives that mattered. that would be very cool. i'll work on that today. see if i can't save what is on there and burn it to a new CD that is prone to work well. my copy of "mom said no" has always been quirky.
2013, cyd, new

another word for television

my picture box tells me lies
it sells me junk
and makes me squint up my eyes
in headache hell until
i turn it off for another day
no news is quiet for a night

or another two words. it was a challenge. yes. it was a poetry challenge. no, i'm not pussing out on anyone. i'm just into poetry right now. i still think most of it isn't at all for me. but i'm always looking for that one that surprises me.
2013, cyd, new

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i was just reading my ljs for this week. jesus, i'm boring. but there's never any guessing what i'm doing with my time.

when i start new things, i start to question everything i do. though i don't do much because i involve myself so deeply into whatever it is. say, podcasting. or the week before it was the poetry. i need to mix the two. i need to round myself out a bit. moderation is a thing i've always had a problem with. i want it all, even if it makes me sick.

i have enough pieces, or short episodes up on my page. enough to rest for a bit and carefully choose what else i'm going to read from this book. i did all the best ones on the first run, seriously. which brings me to the desire to write longer poetry. hell. i'd be happy with a haiku. i only get really inspired when i'm angry and i can't write about doc when i'm angry so i haven't had much inspiration. i don't feel like writing or getting worked up about politics.

so i think i may start doing more of the challenges at i've found some really good writers there. i only did a bit of listening, i'm afraid my spoken stuff is out of place, they specialize in urban sounds. i'm all suburbia. it's only been a day, we'll see as i lurk deeper into the site. i'm hearing a lot of poetry put to music. in fact, i seem to be the only poster that has no music. maybe i can meet musicians through this new site (new to me).