Wednesday, November 27, 2002


Thousands of turkey carcasses--truckloads of them--will be roasted and eaten by the end of the day tomorrow.

Thursday, November 21, 2002


Tonight is the Geno's Reading. It's raining, like every night there's a reading at Geno's. Someday Peter will talk to someone about that problem. There's that problem, and the fact that Jeff Burns doesn't come there anymore. Oh well. Peter can take care of it!

Wednesday, November 20, 2002


It's a crazy thing, those fossils... so recently they enchanted me, and now I'm becoming one.

Tuesday, November 19, 2002


I'm wearing vestigal tatters of happiness. It's cold and windy. They flutter.




Of course, one of these words isn't a new and made up word. Got a clue?

I made up these words at a meeting at work, writing them down in the notebook I was using to take notes. Of course there were few notes to take. Everyone who works in computers seems hell-bent on reducing the number of words they use. Let's have fewer words, communicate less, and when we absolutely need a word, we'll create an acronym to use instead. IMHO, NP. TGIF.

Friday, November 15, 2002

I saw you

I saw you:
Thursday night at the Greg Brown concert:
ME: aging, slightly crunchy, semi-successful, sitting 6 pews back from the stage with the pretty girl in denim with whom I'm not having a relationship.

YOU: aging, slightly crunchy, sitting with the graying man over there, with whom you're not having a relationship. Wearing browns, grays, sensible shoes.

I know we've got a lot in common: hair style, clothing style, still liking Greg Brown, even though he seems to have less and less to say. Call me. We could swap CD's maybe...

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

Joe Sixpack

So one day, it turns out the elusive marketing character of the seventies, Joe Sixpack, has come back, only now he's drinking microbrewed beer, and he's got a farily good job, and unlike the unkind rumors of twenty years ago, it turns out he's not so ignorant and the unwitting dupe of the greedy marketing of the corporations (beer, advertising, TV) who make money off him, because now it's a new century and he's not naively letting the beer (or cigarettes) kill him because he's killing himself with the beer, and nobody cares about it much, including Joe, because Joe's working every day and contributing to society, and his contribution consists of paying all his child support (which isn't hard because the state garnishes every paycheck, to the tune of $360 every other week, and which used to be $500 until his son left prep school and came to live with him last June) and taxes (which this year are about equal to his child support, and are also withheld), and he's consuming (mostly in the form of those twelve-packs of micro-brewed, handcrafted, handmade, smelly, hopsy, heavy beers) all the alcohol he can hold, which he loves basically more than anything or anyone else, and he thinks everything would be grand if only it would kill him a little bit faster and no one really notices or at least they don't say anything because now Joe's almost fifty, has a great job and a pretty home and art and music and computers and talent and everything he says has the force of experience and wisdom stamped on it, and who's going to argue with a big, tall, articulate old-guy poet who speaks so well and is that drunk anyway?

Tuesday, November 12, 2002


I'm thinking that it's a good idea to avoid making decisions that could have ramifications that are Biblical. I'm referring to Bush's proposed war in Iraq, which has all the geography, politics, and wilfullness of a tale out of the Bible. I'll bet the astute New Testament exegete can find the outline of the whole standoff in the Apocalypse of John. This just doesn't seem like a good idea. Poor Collin is all caught up in "the end of the world" uncertainty. This can't be good!!

Friday, November 08, 2002

still here

OK, it's totally odd that this account is still here. It was still connected to the web page at my last ISP, but I changed it and lo and behold, here's a record of my weblog all safe and sound. It's almost two years old, but hey... It's here! And now it's posting at the Second Tuesday Slam site. It even has it's own little URL

This is the oddest mixture of public and private (private thoughts, public forum), and it appears to be a really neat thing to do. Nothing is held back when all we have to do is log in, type, and publish. I think the people who make this possible are pretty generous of their time and resources. I guess it gives them a lot of hits, too, as well as allowing them to offer the Professional Edition of the program for sale.

I'm getting back into this business, because I want to be able to write at work and post it immediately. Then I can tell a certain woman I have a crush on her, and she'll be able to see it's true.