I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, October 3, 2009


More when I find the dryers, the conference room, a cell signal, and some brain cells to devote to the effort.


Oh, and Todd Wheeler is the greatest. No only did he pick us up, and drive us to Woods Hole, he also did it in the pouring rain and put up with our silliness for several hours. Thanks, Todd. You rock!

No comments: