ㅁ I can dream a map with surprising precision, but it fades too fast.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1912 “Best at looming”
This tree was really good at looming.
“If you’ve been led to believe that you deserve free money for doing absolutely nothing… You may be entitled to compensation!” – the internet
[daily log: walking, 2km;]
Caveat: Poem #2818 “This site experiencing technical difficulties”
ㅁ My dream processor presents a blank screen to me... but still, I'm dreaming.
– a pseudo-haiku. It might be possible to have a lucid dream with no content.
Caveat: Tree #1911 “Sentinel”
This tree stood aside.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2817 “Obstinacy”
ㅁ winter's inertia insists on persisting, here, inside my small brain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1910 “전라남도”
This tree was on a mountain in South Korea. I took this picture while on a day-hike with a friend in southern Jeolla province, in August of 2010.
“I am as unmotivated as someone who is so unmotivated they can’t even come up with a colorful simile to describe their lack of motivation.” – the internet
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2816 “Mute”
ㅁ I express silence with seventeen syllables that all cancel out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1909 “Construction”
This tree noted the neighbors’ new house-construction project was advancing.
[daily log: walking, 4km;]
Caveat: Poem #2815 “Seventy-ninth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon noted the grim atmosphere. Several looked up. She could understand fear. No one, however, decided to fight. Here she would stay, on edge for the night.
– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. The nonsequential snapshots into this fictional being’s life continue.
Caveat: Tree #1908 “Take me to the river”
This tree is down by the river.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2814 “Unheeded advice”
ㅁ You have something you meant to achieve? Then life introduced obstacles? You just procrastinated? Consider that all past. Disregard failures. Instead, live, now: contemplate random things.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1907 “From the north side”
This tree (the one photobombing from the top) was on the north side of the bay.
I’ve never managed this view before. There’s a wide spot in the road, where you can stop, and a little trail down to the rocky beach, and you can look across the water at the City of Rockpit, which is my home. Currently the City hosts 4 residents – double its population only a few years ago (which is to say, our neighbors Brandt and Kim moved in next door, about a year ago).
Humorous quote found online:
To all the people that always said I’d never amount to anything because of my procrastination: / Just you wait.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2813 “The consequences of actions”
ㅁ Dogs chase cars - exciting! - with bad results. The car is unforgiving when it's caught.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Tree #1906 “Tax Day”
This tree failed to pay any taxes whatsoever.
Taxes stress me out so much. And I have to deal with taxes not just for myself, and the excitement of now being “self employed” and all the bonus paperwork that comes with that, but also, I have to make sure Arthur’s taxes are filed and in order. I’m quite annoyed with a thing called “DocuSign” – it’s a service used by accountants, financial institutions, etc, to do “online signing” of documents (e.g. tax returns). DocuSign asks verification questions to verify your identity. These are based on things like previously lived-at addresses, previously owned cars, etc. Well think about how this works for someone with memory issues (e.g. Arthur). It’s an accessibility nightmare! So for DocuSign, identity resides with memory, and loss of memory is a loss of identity. I’m not sure this is how it works from a legal standpoint, and it’s certainly not how we want things to work from an ethical standpoint, I don’t think.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2812 “Spring bro”
ㅁ Spring annoys with its bugs and buzzing bees... it's like, "c'mon, world, really, this again?"
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Tree #1905 “Explosion”
This tree witnessed a thermonuclear explosion.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2811 “Raw qualia”
ㅁ No words can survive an assault by the weather. It's raw qualia.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1904 “출근길”
This tree anticipated spring, but six years ago, in April, 2018, along my walk to work in Goyang, South Korea.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2810 “An evaluation”
ㅁ Two ducks swam to the mouth of the creek. One duck was cleaning its damp wings. The other stood and walked out. It looked around the beach: gravel strewn with stones. Quite unimpressed, it turned back, swimming north.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1903 “Fresh salmonberry leaves”
This tree noticed fresh green leaves appearing on some salmonberry shrubs.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2809 “Keeping watch”
ㅁ It was important to confront it: this morass of uncertainty, a density of fierce doubts so unprecedented that I no longer bothered to sleep but instead vigiled nights...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1902 “White-topped mountain”
This tree was in the foreground – a white-topped mountain with cloud is rather hard to see clearly, in the background.
[daily log: walking, 3km;]
Caveat: Poem #2808 “How it works”
ㅁ The world insists on ignoring ghosts. This is to the ghosts' benefit. It frees them to haunt at will. They can hang, unnoticed. They can poke and prod, induce visions, alter things, visit, dance.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1901 “Impending rain”
This tree was down by a river.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2807 “When is break time?”
ㅁ I just want to sit. I can read a book or draw. Otherwise, I'm tired.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1900 “A fashionable address”
This tree has a fashionable address on C Street in suburban Klawock, Alaska.
I took the car to the mechanic today, while Jan watched the store. That went okay – the car needed a seal replaced on the transfer case, and I wanted to check the front wheel bearings and ball joints and such (weird noises sometimes on cornering, and it’s been a problem before). Plus oil change, and switch out winter to summer rims.
But overall it was a horrible day, with the trip to the mechanic being the only pleasant part. The store is stressing me out – ambushed by invoices, bookkeeping problems and overwhelmed by what feels like an impossible “more money out than in” scenario. I’m experiencing “buyer’s remorse” over this project to run the store.
[daily log: walking, 6km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #2806 “Powerless”
ㅁ The power went out. I sat at work in the dark. Watched the parking lot.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1899 “The distance”
This tree was off in the distance, just outside of town as I drove home.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2805 “Ripples in the sea’s surface”
ㅁ Some ducks at the dock... I'm not sure what they're up to. They're making ripples.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1898 “Broke”
This tree broke.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2804 “Snow-bow”
ㅁ The rain turned to snow. But the sun was out, shining. I saw a snow-bow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1897 “Jumping the gun”
This tree was near where I used to live in Ilsan, South Korea. I took this picture in October, 2017. It had a tendency to jump the gun on Autumn, always ahead of all the other sidewalk trees.
I experienced a motivational deficit, today.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2803 “Purpose”
ㅁ The sun put in a dawn appearance, but by eight the clouds had returned. The illumination fades, and it becomes diffuse. The trees accept gloom, and meditate on purpose, on sky, earth.
– a nonnet.