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No fun in the rain here in Seattle. Time for some sun and skiing, #visitidaho

January 21, 2016
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March 31, 2013
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Caught this photo today, of a bird taking flight. #LiftOff

March 31, 2013
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Embrace insanity just long enough to catch the strings of thought, thread them through the needle of diligence, and stitch them into reality.

November 5, 2012
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Threads of Inspiration

Carve out your places in life. Burrow in the cracks and crevices where inspiration grows, Open the mountains and mine the estuaries of thought and diligence reserved, Catch the drifting threads. Wind caught scents that swirl and catch, absorb and fill the dry, Soak...

November 5, 2012
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Maxims for an Agile Product Manager

Grok your customer Simplicity is sophistication Remember your sacrifices, revisit, and revise Break the rules to make the right product Alternate between Olympus and the anthill, perspective is king

November 5, 2012
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It's easy to become lost within the accuracy of perception and loose the essence. We live in a world of ambiguity haunted by facts.

June 16, 2012
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Reading on the Road

April 28, 2012
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Late night.

April 24, 2012
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Going to see my wife today. See you Monday Seattle.

April 14, 2012
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Vivace. Thanks Adam!

April 9, 2012
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Saw this while taking a walk in seattle. Someday…

April 8, 2012
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I miss you my wife.

April 8, 2012
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From my office in Seattle

April 7, 2012
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Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions?

Are we candle stick makers or are we writers to their light? Are we critics of critics, or authors of our own opinions? – Cheers MM

March 19, 2012
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Flame and glass

February 7, 2012
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January 9, 2012
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Chanukah

December 25, 2011
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Cat on my balcony

December 23, 2011
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Nice El Camino in Ventura CA

November 28, 2011
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Hey ho George!

November 27, 2011
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Coke :)

November 25, 2011
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A Lonely Beer

November 13, 2011
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Did an over exposure out the car ;)

October 31, 2011
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October 30, 2011
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Mmm, mints.

October 30, 2011
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Rock on Lolly! #tribute

October 25, 2011
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Just a coke ;)

October 25, 2011
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Cats in motion! Love the blurry babies tung sticking out.

October 20, 2011
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Google towels?

October 18, 2011
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Life is stranger than fiction… And I can think of some weird #%^*

October 17, 2011
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My lady in gauntlets… Spoon is unresolved.

October 17, 2011
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It was a good day at the ren-fair.

October 16, 2011
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Tattoos and Perfection

Locusts down to the bone on my right shoulder, bees building a lunar lander on my left A laser carved lotus now rests in budah’s hand, Soon trees will turn the gears in the ruins of our fears. May we...

May 10, 2010
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This is Heaven & The Gelatenous Cube

Somehow I’ve escaped the world between firm perceptions (That gray mass of questions and misdirections.) I’ve lived in the gelatinous cube and survived… Now I’m nude, armor left behind. I don’t know about you, but fantasy and lucid dreams have...

February 20, 2010
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Practicing Grammer but Obviously Not Spelling

It’s the lion’s choice It’s Christmas Its color was brown It’s my turn to drive Its tiny hand held mine It’s the reason we’re together We’re alone finally Were you happy? Just practicing my: it’s / its / were /...

December 19, 2009
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Is it obvious how I've changed? If poetry is a mirror for mind, I say yes. I've found structure within my chaos. Inevitable perhaps... Inevitably human.

Is it obvious how I’ve changed? If poetry is a mirror for mind, I say yes. I’ve found structure within my chaos Inevitable perhaps… Inevitably human.

September 1, 2009
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Cat art

I discovered this little masterpiece left behind by a destructive feline.  An overturned plant was left nearby.

June 27, 2009
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Spider plants

My little children.  One of my experiments with fish tank grown plants.  Worked out quite well.  I miss my little spiders.

June 25, 2009
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Grifting Abandon

While my responsibility drives, Shouting obscenities at passersbys, I’m in the back seat, window down Air surfing with my hand. I’m ball dancing through a window, With a twist, our cupped hands made fist, We waltz through glass shards shimmering...

June 18, 2009
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Wordle – Poem En’ Mass

This is a visual representation of my word use in all of my poems in the last year or so. Some of my more repetitive poems influenced the outcome. But otherwise it’s quite interesting.

May 5, 2009
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Cradle Generation

I’ve spun the marry-go-round hard. Wrapped my legs around the bars, Trusting momentum, back to the air My arms flayed, chest to the sun. Vision blurred, head in the stars. What I haven’t done to feel. We’re the cradle generation,...

March 12, 2009
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Homage to Patriotism

The American Flag hangs over my desk for the first time, It’s wrinkled and missing a few stars. There was a empty pang in my stomach while hanging it. My social awareness of white pride, rural rednecks implied… Last time...

February 18, 2009
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Duality

If I’m to be between The world in my head. And the world as we collectively see it. So be it. I’ve got a barefoot on the one foot, And I’ve a misfit tube sock too tight on the two...

January 21, 2009
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What We’ll Have

I’ve built us a cathedral from sandwich toothpicks, Sipping tea, stuffing soggy envelopes that seal themselves, I sent the mayoed pickles to refugees. ‘sigh’ Forbid they be an aquired taist! For fear my fickle fancys request they send them back...

January 14, 2009
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Notes falling daffidly failing with moments of udder bliss, A mixed concerto of rediscovery, failures and sucess

It just sits there, in the corner. Huntched… curled into a shadow. In a black coffin. In a insane stupor, he cradled it Pieced it back to gather again Its golden body in his arms, Only to let it sing...

September 23, 2008
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Short Song

Just something I’ve been working on… I clipped it together so it would sound like it’s finished.  I’m not even really sure its all about the same thing… so good luck trying to make some sort of interpretation out of...

September 5, 2008
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Art Inspired Nonsese, Nonsense Inpired Art

Dunking Donut f*ck I can’t remember a time I forgot something that hurt. What’s the best formula for disaster I’m plasterd with a casting line of fish nets Set to suck me into the water wet, Dreams of empty pie...

August 27, 2008
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Wet dirt from a summer hose wafts by in a gust of air, The burst of a cold strawbery, the solid cold grasping teath Desert lips moist citrus sting soothing...

Savoring ideas My finger runs across the splinter grained wood, Wet dirt from a summer hose wafts by in a gust of air, The burst of a cold strawbery, the solid cold grasping teath Desert lips moist citrus sting soothing…...

August 24, 2008
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Doomed to Fly

We connoisseurs of fantasy Who dress in different destinies and dreams How we love to… Imagine. Myself is only tangible With four fingers Clinging to the cliff of identity My mirror, memories And reflections in others eyes One finger fatigued...

August 23, 2008
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Blushing Chaos

Shall we dual with pistols or rapier Chaos? You load my dice and blow on them too! ::Swoon:: How deceptive of you. But you see… I’m too clever for you Chaos. You painted mask for primal law… Excuse for patterns...

August 12, 2008
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Imperfection Confection

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August 7, 2008
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"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."

I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...

August 3, 2008
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I don’t want to be remembered in ten foot tall print. I wish to be whispered about, passed secretly under desks, To live in smirks, and winks, and secret handshakes, Not in spirit, or blood, But in life, humanity itself.

A steady trickle of courage leaks from an infinite dam, Moving through the dry heaving cracks of this nation, Saturating the minds of children and aspiring world leaders, Nourishing intellect, community, and self expression.Could we be so brave? Could we...

August 1, 2008
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NYC Part II

I escaped TV land to the streets with my new found geek companions. My Rolodex was full of numbers the potentialist inside me screamed to possess but I’d likely never call. As we treaded to Nintendo World a memory bubble...

July 29, 2008
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Typewriters, Locusts & Honey Bee’s

So I bought a typewriter for $13 at the Thrift store. There is something so elegant about typewriters, they feel so soulful next to computers. The faded locust faintly in the background of the text above is something I drew...

July 7, 2008
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/\/\3tA-3m0

I had a tarot reading done for me tonight. You should ask me about it. Below is a emo/nacacistic photo shoot I did in tribute to my now functioning web cam in linux. The cover photo took a bit of...

July 5, 2008
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Woman & Child

July 3, 2008
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Love at First Type

There’s no love at first sight for computer geeks. It use to be that a man looked for a woman with a particular set of skills, that was generally expected for all women to have, and a woman looked for...

July 1, 2008
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This is my 2:26AM Creation

Not much to say about this one. Watch it. Its rough, but I’m improving… at video editing that is. Learning is exponential. Everything builds off everything else. The trick is finding where things overlap. This is video is a sort...

July 1, 2008
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A Helthy Dose of Optimism

“This is just the beginning,” Margie exasperated, “Why do you have to be so glum Gerald, talking about us like we’ve been together for years,” her fists rest on her hips as she stares at him, her face holding back...

June 4, 2008
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Modisty

I’ve been camping by the ocean for too long. The sand’s cracked my feet and the sun’s too hot. It’s epiphany, not love, that ties me to the bedpost It was my dreams that tightened the knot, I can’t stop....

June 1, 2008
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We did drawings in class, of real objects... I would ask people to switch seats with me so I could get the perspective that showed the most depth. I was in fourth grade. I got scared and then I quit. I didn't draw realism again for eight years.

I wonder when I will stop dreaming. I think I’ve got it. I have it. Now. I love the appearance of compounding sentences. They read like a mantra. Very Soothing. Sweet. I wish that this blasted text box was created...

May 30, 2008
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Culture and Creation

There are many different kinds of culture. For a moment in my time at Parkfield I made a connection in my mind, an epiphany if you please. “My standard definition of culture is too narrow.” I realized that any group...

May 16, 2008
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Consumption of a Tidal Mind

I’ve never painted with colors really. So lets just say abstract was not really a choice ::winks::

May 16, 2008
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Geschlecht und Fahrräder

I had the word Fahrrader stuck in my head while making this.

May 6, 2008
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Wacom

I’ve been lusting for a Wacom tablet for god knows how many years. It is basically a pen and a writing pad that translates your motions and pen pressure to the computer. In a wild foray into San Jose involving...

May 4, 2008
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A Dream Worth Striving For

Oh music. I just watched a French film entitled “The Chorus.” Obviously this isn’t its native title, it’s the bastardized American translation of the equally generic French title “Les Choristes.” In reading the box, I found the plot to be...

May 3, 2008
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Soup in the Snow

Wheres the naivety I was promised. I just feel this listlessness. Its akin to the sickness felt from laying in bed too long. I love laying in bed… it takes me a really long time to feel like that. Is...

April 30, 2008
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The Relms of the Unreal

I happened upon this amazing man. Henry Darger. Who wrote a 15,000 page novel about seven beautiful little girls. The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm,...

April 26, 2008
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This is a better answer.

“Faith.” This is my revised answer to any and all questions asked of me. It is an answer not caught up in the unnecessary complexity’s we impose on existence. There are six streams of water in the center circle of...

April 20, 2008
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Write me a poem with images so visceral I feel as you did while you wrote it.

Congratulations. Despite the ambiguity of meaning within the stanzas, as a whole your poem makes sense. It’s a powerful collection of concepts. It’s a good start. Now write me a poem with images so visceral I feel as you did...

April 16, 2008
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Maybe I'm that little bit of truth in the abstract.

Must a critic be themselves criticized in order to be respected? Poetry is like a drawing. You can spend hours making it perfect, like a photograph. There are people who do this. Realists. I’m a realist. Poems can be like abstract art...

April 15, 2008
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The Fish of Many Shades of Gray

I am king, Of a pond of perception Just large enough to see my reflection. I decree that someday I will be swallowed whole, And in time I’ll become the sea, And eventually the stars. In the mean time… For...

April 4, 2008
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Dreamed up by the Woodenfox himself.