April 14, 2008

  • Ford, Powered by Microsoft

    My current rental car is powered by Microsoft.

    If that isn't enough to strike fear into a mortal heart, I don't know what is.

    The first thing I noticed at the airport last week, climbing into this ugly dark gray Ford Fusion, is a big reset button on the dashboard.  My eyes trailed down to a logo next to the gearshift, and they immediately bugged out.  "Powered by Microsoft."  What the f*%#?

    I looked at the reset button.  I looked back at the logo.  I kept thinking, "So, what, does this car 'crash' and give you the Blue Screen of Death?"  I could imagine driving down the highway and having the engine, brakes and steering suddenly lock up for no reason, and me desperately jabbing at the reset button and waiting for the car to reboot as it spins out of control and tumbles off the pavement.

    Fortunately, the only thing Microsoft powers is the voice activated sync between the car stereo and your Bluetooth enabled phone, and your iPod (or whatever) plugged into a USB port in the center console. 

    I'd been playing with it all weekend, and this morning my love and I were driving to work and she said she wanted to hear some Meatloaf.  So I said, per the Microsoft instructions, "Play artist Meatloaf."

    The car made a pleasant tone and a female computer voice responded, "Playing artist Vivaldi."

    I looked at my love.  "How did it get 'Vivaldi' out of 'Meatloaf'?"

    She shrugged.  "It'll do."

    I thought to myself, do I really want a car that has better musical tastes than I do?  I eyed the reset button, ready to push it.  Just in case.

April 12, 2008

April 10, 2008

April 9, 2008

  • An interesting question...

    LadySavina and I were talking after lunch today and we stumbled upon an interesting question.

    Can you choose who you fall in love with?  I mean, really truly in love?

    Oh, and everything is going well up here.  LIFE IS GOOD!

April 8, 2008

April 6, 2008

  • And so...

    I think I'll run for President.

  • Secret Garden

    A teenage girl
    Blue-eyed with blonde locks
    Lead deep into the forest
    Under moss-covered trees
    Beside a small stream
    Surrounded by ferns
    Barely dressed

    A teenage boy
    With evil intent
    Who would be the Big Bad Wolf
    If it had not been for
    His lonely, kind heart
    Too empathetic
    Too concerned

    She looked around
    She recognized why
    Deep in his secret garden
    She had been lured here
    Let's go back to town
    You buy us pizza
    He said yes.

  • Feel a Backlash Building?

    Sometimes I think that "National [Whatever] Month" is not always good for the Whatever.

    If you haven't noticed, this is National Poetry Month, which is why I'm inundating you with poetry.

    Are you sick of it yet?

    I'm a big believer in balance, and also think that it's better to promotes something in small ways over long periods, rather than promoting something in a huge way for a short period.  To me, "National Poetry Month" leads straight to "National Burned-Out-On-Poetry Year."

    And yet, I find it's ... hard ... to ... stop writing ... poetry........

  • Some Advice for the Food Industry

    Riding a wave
    So stylish and fast
    To a shore of jagged rocks
    Is not wise nor smart
    Yet big companies
    Use this business plan
    All the time

    Customers eat
    Food that tastes so good
    Despite the fact it's poison
    And I pose this question:
    Will your bottom line
    Survive when people
    All die off?

    Have the courage
    To take the long view
    Sell them healthy sustenance
    That helps them live longer
    So that they can remain
    And keep your business
    From the rocks

    ...that was only a little political. 

April 5, 2008

  • Rattlesnake

    Mountain lake shore
    In afternoon shade
    I leap from bow into grass
    Thick white rope in my hands
    To tie a good knot
    That will keep the boat
    From drifting

    In the green grass
    Over by a log
    We notice black and white rings
    "A kingsnake" says my friend
    He bends down to grab
    A tail where I see
    A rattle

    I yank him back
    He does not believe
    So I carefully handle
    Scales rough and beautiful
    Holding it eye level
    It shows us its fangs
    Of venom