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After some consideration and temptation, I have decided to continue my journal here:

http:slash slash luowa dot livejournal dot com

It's public for everyone else! This way, no need for finicky log-ins and I still enjoy a heaping spoon of not Milo, but something nearly as great, espace prive :)

Happy New Year!

--fin--

Two tips of a sinking iceberg

Google is taking over the world.

I have had the experience where one writes a poem out of a particular gush of feeling, a certain heat to the brows, and time goes by... the poem seems complete, only occasionally awkward... one might even air it out in public on a parade day or pass it to others who continue sipping their cognac... then one day one opens it again, reads over the aged terrain, nearly chokes on an undisguisable sore spot, and wonders: how did I once think this was one of my better works? Especially the ending-too short, simplistic: "Life is great. Say yes." It seemed all that was needed at the time; now I just find it strange.

Work.

A huge aspect of life. Am I simply running away from work in life?

My dream this morning about living above a Thai brunch place (apparently one of many, many in a part of town) was inconclusive. There were dark polished floorboards, a surprise ensuite bath. Where was I going? What aromas were there to guide in the air?

It's funny when something seems to happen on a dime and it leaves you changed forever.

I've always wanted to incorporate "strike a match" into a line. I don't suppose this counts.

If there is one thing that has emerged clearly: I have much love to give and that is comforting. Some people prefer something manifold sweeter, more concocted. I prefer it the way it is.