September 27th, 2005


Sonnet for a friend


Full tinder was my heart and at your voice
it kindled all at once into a blaze
that lit my darkened cell as with the rays
of myriad stars, as angels that rejoice
before the throne of Life; like those above,
encircling ever One who is the ground
of joy, I thought that I my one had found,
and evermore would burn the flame of love.
Yet fire I once had thought would light my way
and warm my soul is now burnt out and by
my tears is doused and cold. The first pale ray
of rising dawn now bids me with a sigh
to put away the night's tale of regret,
nor mind the ling'ring smell of ashes wet.

I wrote this for a friend. Comments on the poem as such would be welcomed; commentary on whom you might think it refers to would be irrelevant and impertinent.
speed limit

Where no man (or at least, THIS man) has gone before

My old computer with Windows 98 on it is getting crankier all the time. I've taken just about all the files off it that I need and stored them on my backup machine. I mostly use this one for e-mail (and LJ, when it isn't crashing LJ). It's finally gotten bad enough, I need to wipe it, reformat the hard drive and start over.

So, I ordered a fresh copy of Windows 98 SE from Amazon. It should be here any day now, and I'll have to plan carefully the brain surgery I'm about to embark upon.

Why Windows 98, you ask? Well, it was a great platform in its day, relatively problem-free; it's compatible with Office 2000 (which I also use); AND we want to keep a machine available that can translate files up from archaic to merely old -- then we can use the newer machine with Windows NT on it to translate from merely old to only recently obsolete.

Before I do all this, of course, I'm going to have to go on a hunt for installation discs for various programs I use, like Kodak digital photo stuff and so on. Wish me luck.