Very tired, sleep schedule still whacked out from weekend.  Aloha pictures and report Friday, I hope.

I found another UPS delivery notice on the ground in front of our door when I got home this afternoon.  The postit type adhesive they have on the back of the slips just won’t hold up to the winds outside, so they often fall off.  And the driver lately hasn’t been putting the adressee’s name or apartment number on the slip.  So I’ll load up the website, enter the tracking number, find the proper address, and tape the notice to the right door.  I’ve complained before, but I don’t think they paid much attention.
I thought I’d try again though, so I called UPS and complained and this time the lady I talked to took me seriously.  So seriously, in fact, that not ten minutes later somebody from the local office called me to get information about my complaint.  I really hope this fixes the problem.

Just as I started biking home this afternoon it started to sprinkle a bit.  Right after the conversation with the UPS lady, the sky opened up in one of those fantastic midwest “it hasn’t rained in over a month” thunderstorms. Say what you will about the flatlands here, but the rain is mighty impressive.

Current Mood: 😴tired
Current Music: Goldfinger – 99 Red Balloons

Buckaroo Who, Dr. Bonzai

So listening to the extras on my recently purchased Buckaroo Bonzi DVD, I had a revelation. With the return of Dr. Who imminent, it occured to me that Buckaroo Bonzai is the American version of Dr. Who. Eccentric scientist type, multi-talented, saves the world regularly. Both are so steeped in their respective cultures they’re regularly indecipherable to outsiders. Deep background involved in the backstory. There’s more, but I need to think it through.

Poetry from a friend

Because the references might disappear tomorrow, this is for posterity.

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easer because you have live.  This is to have succeeded.”
    –Ralph Waldo Emerson – Cheerful

“The van waits in the driveway, its double doors stand open.  The two of them, one on either side now, take me by the elbows to help me in.  Whether this is my end or a new beginning I have no way of knowing:  I have given myself over into the hands of strangers, because it can’t be helped.
   
And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”

    –Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale – Sincere

“Life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery.  Though shared by each of us and known to all, it seldom rates a second thought.  That mystery, which most of us take for granted and never thing twice about, is time.

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that hour can seem an eternity or pass in a flash, depending on how we spend it.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.”

– Michael Ende, MOMO

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

– “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Current Mood: 😉giggly