April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(Excerpt from “The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot)
Of course, since it is the first day of April, my mind inadvertently drifts to Eliot’s masterpiece. I went back and read my post on the poem, which I published back in 2013. Here’s a link to the post for those who wish to read it. Hopefully you will find it interesting. Cheers!
Recently I thought I’d try my hand at mythmaking. This came out something like a children’s story combined with a fairy tale. The main ideas just sort of came to me. But I revised this several times to get it into something readable.
His family and friends called him “Big Boy” because he was exceptionally big, even for giant folk.
One day while out for a walk near the woods, Big Boy spied a poisonous serpent. It was a foul creature, telling Big Boy all sorts of terrible lies.
Big Boy ran back home and fetched a large glass plate cover from the kitchen.
Rushing back to the serpent, Big Boy covered it with the glass so it could do no harm to friends and family on the island.
The serpent became angry and thrashed about. He knew that Big Boy had outdone him.
The serpent wasn’t trapped. It only thought so because of his anger. Had the serpent not been in such a blind rage, he would have noticed a small opening…
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I had a strange dream that was so compelling I had to write it down at msea4ever, my new “nightside” blog for all things dark, mysterious and creative.
Christ Carrying the Cross by Hieronymous Bosch (painted between 1510 and 1535)
I just had a somewhat baffling and disquieting dream. It wasn’t quite nightmare caliber but it certainly wasn’t heavenly.
Over the years dreams have become increasingly meaningful to me. They usually connect, sooner or later, in some symbolic way with daytime reality.
For me, dreams are often like deep layers to the onion of life. Roll around the onion – that is, live your life for a while – and the dream content eventually bears some kind of significance, even if it’s just an odd feeling of recognition, “Oh I dreamed this in a crystalized form a few months ago!”
So what I remember from last night’s dream is being in some kind of large department store. Maybe something like Walmart. I exit into a back room and decide to return into the main store. Two…
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I can’t believe I finally did it. I ordered some RAM for a very old laptop that was (trying to) run on 512 mb ram. Up till now I’ve only extracted stuff from busted computers and juggled it around, hoping it would work and not blow up! So far I’ve been pretty lucky.
But last night I researched and scanned my old laptop system info with the free CPU-Z portable app, which I love. And I read and read and read. I also extracted the RAM and wrote down a whole bunch of numbers. Noted the slots. All that stuff.
Just hoping now I got it right. If this works, I got an amazing Hong Kong deal.
Will keep you posted. Low, low price means longer than usual delivery times.