I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …
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Decrepit
Fifty. Bullshit.
Quiet Night, Cold City
Quiet night. Cold front has us all down, low, homebodied, sheltered in place. Chat is quiet. Phone is quiet. Internet is quiet. Been home all day, restless evening, nothing doing. I get stir-crazy like this and don’t feel like life is lived right if I’m home alone all day, and them old feelings come raging …
Glazed and Unfazed
Does anybody else who’s into Amateur Radio find that when they talk about it other people’s eyes glaze over? Or is that just me? I like knowing about this thing, but apparently it’s too crusty for others to consider valid. I guess as long as it’s the hobby of Grandpa Kindly and Uncle Weirdo, contaminated …
Dropped
Well, damn. The old music workstation that I was going to repurpose into my radio desk workstation has a copy of Windows 7 which is now out of support. There goes that plan. I mean, I can still use it, but why spend all the time and energy integrating onto a platform that’s beyond end-of-life? …