Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
our meeting: an anomaly as
spring collided with summer
we touched; the universe shifted, trembled
the iatrogenic artifact of my incised flesh:
this fissure which cracked my resolve
and weakened me towards you
our molecules colliding in leaden air
the perfume of opium opening me,
a flower, I gazed up from your arms.
tears watered the newly planted device
that clumsily repairs the damage of our tortured year.
a little shock and my atrium and ventricle
beat faster, faster
time yawned back towards the present,
you retreat to your newly arranged life
new cast, state-of-the-art soundtrack
your soundboard adjusted toward a perfect pitch
you are free of the darkness, finally.
we press foreheads and you are gone
the opium vaporized, the pain aggrandized
I woke to the death cry of some unknown beast
tonight I am on top of old city, lights
like glass beads strewn from pandoras box
wind. heat. echoes. chimes.
your ghost swirls around me, won’t let me forget
your shifting of principles
your casting of history
your bright energy burning beyond your physical vessel
scarring me again, still I cling to it
the good doctor amputated the limb
the cut was clean, efficient
but I was not sufficiently sedated;
the case was incomplete.
for the pain remains from my phantom reach
I need the limb back, not the idea of a limb
to release my grip
to let you go
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be-
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
It appears that as of today, it is in Anchorage Alaska (!) awaiting international shipping release from its journey off a ship from Shenzhen, China and then on to Hong Kong.
A little old and a little off-topic, perhaps, but almost every bit of electronics hardware we use every day comes into our country via container ship. This beauty is the Orient Overseas Container Line Shenzhen, out of Hong Kong. It is big.
Thanks to large-scale automation, Shenzhen has a crew complement of only 19, and virtually the entire ship can be controlled and adjusted from a single Windows-based computer terminal. Several such terminals are scattered throughout the ship, meaning that the ship s officers can make adjustments to the ship from their cabins if necessary.
Largest Container Ship [GuinnessWorldRecords]
Subject: Thank you Andrea
For the first time in our nation's history, Congress has passed comprehensive health care reform. America waited a hundred years and fought for decades to reach this moment. Tonight, thanks to you, we are finally here.
Consider the staggering scope of what you have just accomplished:
Because of you, every American will finally be guaranteed high quality, affordable health care coverage.
Every American will be covered under the toughest patient protections in history. Arbitrary premium hikes, insurance cancellations, and discrimination against pre-existing conditions will now be gone forever.
And we'll finally start reducing the cost of care -- creating millions of jobs, preventing families and businesses from plunging into bankruptcy, and removing over a trillion dollars of debt from the backs of our children.
But the victory that matters most tonight goes beyond the laws and far past the numbers.
It is the peace of mind enjoyed by every American, no longer one injury or illness away from catastrophe.
It is the workers and entrepreneurs who are now freed to pursue their slice of the American dream without fear of losing coverage or facing a crippling bill.
And it is the immeasurable joy of families in every part of this great nation, living happier, healthier lives together because they can finally receive the vital care they need.
This is what change looks like.
My gratitude tonight is profound. I am thankful for those in past generations whose heroic efforts brought this great goal within reach for our times. I am thankful for the members of Congress whose months of effort and brave votes made it possible to take this final step. But most of all, I am thankful for you.
This day is not the end of this journey. Much hard work remains, and we have a solemn responsibility to do it right. But we can face that work together with the confidence of those who have moved mountains.
Our journey began three years ago, driven by a shared belief that fundamental change is indeed still possible. We have worked hard together every day since to deliver on that belief.
We have shared moments of tremendous hope, and we've faced setbacks and doubt. We have all been forced to ask if our politics had simply become too polarized and too short-sighted to meet the pressing challenges of our time. This struggle became a test of whether the American people could still rally together when the cause was right -- and actually create the change we believe in.
Tonight, thanks to your mighty efforts, the answer is indisputable: Yes we can.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I know I am trying to cut down on frivolities right now but my current nano only holds 2 hours of battery power and that is not going to cut it now that coach has me riding 8 hours a weekend, mostly by myself. Plus this little gadget has a radio, automatic Genius mixes, a video camera, and it holds 4000 songs (or 16 hours of vids) sooooo cool.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Anyway, I purchase roughly 100 lbs of meat and liver every 8 weeks to feed Gryphon, Madison and Chloe. After schlepping the frozen meat tubes home, up my front steps and then down my basement, I will be more than ready to take the Yeti out. Perhaps by then the trails might even be dry and rideable, but probably not. You know what they say about April showers.
enough already! we get it, no more drought.
Henry L. Stimson (1867 - 1950)
It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.
Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784)
Friday, March 12, 2010
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In case you don't live in these parts and are scratching your head wondering what Delilah's Den is, click here. Still not sure who dimed me out though!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Who has lived the longest with a pacemaker? The late Swedish engineer, Arne Larsson has lived the longest (41 years) with a pacemaker implanted. His first pacemaker was experimental pacemaker, one that had never been tried in a human before. His operation was performed at the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm on Oct. 8, 1958. Although the first pacemaker lasted just a few hours, a second lasted several weeks, sustaining Larsson long enough for the implantation of an improved model. Throughout his active life, he had 26 pacemakers.
This is from "Pulse" the newsletter of the Pacemaker club, which describes
itself this way:
The Pulse Newsletter provides club news and information of interest to our battery-operated members. It is published semi-annually. If you wish to submit an idea for a future publication, please contact us.
I object to being labeled as battery-operated when I am only operating on batteries about 8 percent of the time last time we interrogated the thing.
Here is another gem from Pulse:
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
... so I was pretty pissed tuesday morning because late monday night boss #2 sent me a snitty email:
I just wanted to let you know that you were in the office for 5 1/2 hours today. You could be doing way more to help chris & I out.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Now keep in mind the reply I wanted to write was something along the lines of:
Dear Boss #2
Thank you for letting me know what my hours were
yesterday. It is uncanny how you knew that my watch was broken. I was going to work late tonight to finish some projects that got neglected on monday but I am concerned that you won't be around to log me out and therefore I may indeed get stuck at work all night. So I opted not to show up at all.
stick it up your butt.
But alas, for the time being I have to work here until Boss #2 pisses me off to the point where I get off my ass and look for a job that offers a 401K, a modicum of flex time (albeit less than here) and some co-workers that graduated from high school. Throw in a raise every 2 years and I'm so outta here!
anyway.....I did the next best thing, unwittingly.
Tuesday I came in and worked my butt off for 9 hours, which of course I would have done anyway but only one of us is actually counting. Today I brought the dogs into work because I knew it would be a late night and it was supposed to deluge by now, and the dogs would not get a walk later. They love running around the warehouse anyway. Well not five minutes after I let the dogs in, I hear a voice bellowing, "Andrea! your dog just took a shit all over the upstairs!" this from, you guessed it, Boss #2, who sounded extra-specially annoyed now.
WTF? He did??? I walked upstairs and sure enough, Gryphon had taken a super-large doggy dump right outside #2's office. Not in a nice neat steaming pile mind you, but actually in that punctuated pattern that can only come from an animal who has perfected the "walking while defecating" technique. After exclaiming that it would not have happened if my dogs were not here (no way!) #2 sat back down at his desk and commenced his phone conversation and I cleaned up the crap. They were actually nice fluffy healthy poos, nothing too gross. Madison and Chloe were already hiding under my desk in fear, however, they knew this was bad, very bad, humans were yelling over it.
So anyway, not that I planned any of that, and sure enough it probably is not going to help my prospects here much, but, as Colin stated, I literally gave #2 some shit, without having to say (or write) a word. Thanks Gryph you old boy!!
When I sent Boss #1 an email letting him know what had happened while he spent all day in a deposition downtown, I got this response:
From: Boss #1
Sent: Wednesday, March 10, 2010 4:50 PM
To: Andrea Walheim
Subject: Re: NJ carpenter's funds audit
Nice - I knew I always liked Gryph the best.
From: "Andrea Walheim"
Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:25:06 -0500
To: Boss #1
Cc: Boss #2
Subject: RE: NJ carpenter's funds audit
I know you are bored and miserable and stressed right now; so I thought I would tell you that 5 minutes after getting inside the building, Gryphon took a shit on the floor outside #2's office. I swear I did not put him up to it. #2 was NOT very happy about it to say the least. Not that I find it
funny, but you know the timing could NOT have been worse.
Yes I cleaned it up, I didn’t think it would be good to leave it until you got back. : )
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Facebook to Andrea show details 5:11 PM (1 hour ago)
Fred sent you a message.
When you get a minute, could you please send me a short essay - - nothing big, maybe 25-50 words or less, about how it feels to be SO FUCKING important that you can't find time to return an old friend's phone messages. It will not be graded for syntax or grammar.
wow. Actually he did call me on my birthday which was, yeah, February 14th. Despite how much Facebook annoys me, it is good for stuff like this.....anyway, Fred and I go back a LONG time, since I was 24 and working at his law firm, and now...well now I'm a hellofalot older and Fred has been on national TV 140 times in the past 14 months and is hoping to make a career of it and quit law altogether.
We will be going to Parc next week to catch up. Always a good time with Fred, who was known to occasionally pass out business cards which read,
"Frederick Tecce, Esq wishes to apologize for his behavior on _________"