It had changed enough to notice, enough to reach
For blankets to cover a 20 degree separation between
Warm and tepid.
Degrees or years, our separation allowed me to place my perspective,
Which colors are my feathers and where they smoothly
Assimilate to the rise and fall of a drake’s breast.
After losing its brilliant feathers he resembles the hen,
Then the early fall when pair bonding begins again.
We are not unalike, the drake and its hen.
Your bright speculum lost through one season
To the next, the cycle of things gained and gone.
I have collected those feathers, one by one.
Amassed in shades and hues for saturation,
Evidenced in the contrast of our lives, one plume at a time.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, March 21, 2011
My time
I used to be better with commitment or at least with commiting myself to things, obligatory or otherwise. Maybe it's my age, a la comfort in my selfish skin or my realization that performing to the standard of others has become less and less rewarding.
Last time I was here (longer ago than I anticipated) I talked about my guitar. Since then, I started lessons to learn. All was going well albeit lessons are a tad on the pricey side. After a month of weekly meets, I already pressed pause. It only took a month for the meetings to irritate me and start feeling like an obligation. This isn't a good feeling when you truly want to value a new skill, as once the association becomes negative, it becomes difficult to keep on. I am a punctual person and every week I was made to wait 15 minutes for my 3o min appointment, and often it was cut short because we were then behind schedule. The room was hot and cramped and it didn't foster a solid learning environment for me. So for now, I give up on the lessons and plan to take a more entreprenurial approach. Also, it won't hurt to save 80 bucks a month for things like a house and/or a fat tax bill to the IRS....sigh.
One thing I am ready for (which took awhile after moving back to WI) is to make a new home with a solid floor plan and decorative details in the offing, including a wooded land-lot with a conservatory for hikes. This is going to be big, not so much in stature, but in purpose, with the intention to last into the indefinite future. Consequently, this commitment extends a parallel to my job and life here in NE WI. For now I'll call it home.
As for my other commitments, maybe you weren't so important afterall. Or maybe my time is worth more these days.
Last time I was here (longer ago than I anticipated) I talked about my guitar. Since then, I started lessons to learn. All was going well albeit lessons are a tad on the pricey side. After a month of weekly meets, I already pressed pause. It only took a month for the meetings to irritate me and start feeling like an obligation. This isn't a good feeling when you truly want to value a new skill, as once the association becomes negative, it becomes difficult to keep on. I am a punctual person and every week I was made to wait 15 minutes for my 3o min appointment, and often it was cut short because we were then behind schedule. The room was hot and cramped and it didn't foster a solid learning environment for me. So for now, I give up on the lessons and plan to take a more entreprenurial approach. Also, it won't hurt to save 80 bucks a month for things like a house and/or a fat tax bill to the IRS....sigh.
One thing I am ready for (which took awhile after moving back to WI) is to make a new home with a solid floor plan and decorative details in the offing, including a wooded land-lot with a conservatory for hikes. This is going to be big, not so much in stature, but in purpose, with the intention to last into the indefinite future. Consequently, this commitment extends a parallel to my job and life here in NE WI. For now I'll call it home.
As for my other commitments, maybe you weren't so important afterall. Or maybe my time is worth more these days.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Back in
It has been awhile since I've blogged-it. I took my blog down a couple years ago for fear prospective employers would search and find it. I've found it best to give them as little information as possible. Now that I am relatively settled in my career for the moment, it may be safe to issue new posts here and there when necessary.
As an explanation for the title of this blog--I often reference my experiences as being relative--as we typically judge things, ideas, and environments relatively. Sometimes it is difficult to quantify the value of life experience without holding it up next to day to day life. I can judge a bottle of wine as it relates to others. I know a good one next to a bad one, a great one next to a good one, etc. We compare everything to something else to get a rating or gauge how valuable this is. I spend some serious time and research looking for a guitar. I wanted something of quality because in general, I hate low quality items, but also because I want something to grow attached to, bond with, and have for a long time. As I searched and whittled my comparable list down, I was left with Ovation and Martin. The options for me were limited as I need a left-handed instrument. Martin was it because the quality was unprecedented next to any other guitar of this caliber. I knew I would grow with this instrument and could play it as I improved as a guitarist and wouldn't feel the need for an upgrade. Another relative example comes out of a move to the east coast from the midwest and vice versa. The comparisons were neverending and still are. I still find myself (back in the midwest) talking about what it's like in NJ, and I remember doing the same when I initially moved to NJ. Funny how things are as you see them.
Anyway, I'm glad to be back and hope to make some serious notes on this blogspot.
As an explanation for the title of this blog--I often reference my experiences as being relative--as we typically judge things, ideas, and environments relatively. Sometimes it is difficult to quantify the value of life experience without holding it up next to day to day life. I can judge a bottle of wine as it relates to others. I know a good one next to a bad one, a great one next to a good one, etc. We compare everything to something else to get a rating or gauge how valuable this is. I spend some serious time and research looking for a guitar. I wanted something of quality because in general, I hate low quality items, but also because I want something to grow attached to, bond with, and have for a long time. As I searched and whittled my comparable list down, I was left with Ovation and Martin. The options for me were limited as I need a left-handed instrument. Martin was it because the quality was unprecedented next to any other guitar of this caliber. I knew I would grow with this instrument and could play it as I improved as a guitarist and wouldn't feel the need for an upgrade. Another relative example comes out of a move to the east coast from the midwest and vice versa. The comparisons were neverending and still are. I still find myself (back in the midwest) talking about what it's like in NJ, and I remember doing the same when I initially moved to NJ. Funny how things are as you see them.
Anyway, I'm glad to be back and hope to make some serious notes on this blogspot.
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