Nine

When left to my own
devices, strange things occur:
pumpkin scrambled eggs.

Seven

Reducing clutter:
The Holy Grail of lifehacks.
Spring stirs my spirit.

Six

Tight green potential.
"Put me in, coach!" each leaf cries.
Exuberance blooms.

Four

When not at your desk,
please set your phone on silent.
"Jar Jar" is too much.

untitled

When planning a trip,
maps are the Rosetta stone.
Google trumps again.

Two

What I really need
is quiet. Sun. Space. Not you.
Fate makes us neighbors.

One

Can I write just one
three-line summary of life
each and every day?

This needs to evolve.
The hassle of logging into Blogger, etc.,
is enough of a deterent,
that nothing I have to say
really merits the bother.
I have a satisfying outlet at Invisible City,
so perhaps I will move bits of this there,
and focus on cultivating that space.
Still thinking about a haiku-a-day, though.

On the Monty Python album,
the setup for Eric-the-half-bee
and the song itself are separate tracks.
Our iTunes library is on shuffle.
"Take it away, Eric The Orchestra Leader:"
"It's all about the Pentiums, baby!"
Irrefutable proof
that we are hopeless geeks.

The bug on the inside of my windshield
must be thinking,
"I'm the fastest bug in the world!"