Wonderful Daydream

www.wordle.net is a perfect example of how I can literally spent a couple of hours with physically doing nothing, but my brain is making all sorts of cartwheels It is fun, it is artsy, and makes you think about good things.

In essence, the Java app generates a piece of ‘art’, based on the words from the rss / atom feed of any given web page or blog. You can also add words or a piece of text yourself if you want to. Then, it generates something pretty! You can alter all sorts of things, like color scheme, fonts, placement of words in percentage’s (more vertical/horizontal etc) So, by the time I was done making the example below, half my workday was done!

Please click to enlarge, and marvel at its nerdish simplicity, yet perfect awesomeness. It’s words generated from this blog, placement of words and picking of the colors all done by the zero’s and one’s that in the end make up for the code that generates the picture. I like it!

During the day, I think of you. I go about my normal business. In great fun. And spirit. And sometimes, I think of you. A smile gently grazes by my face. Last night I was a bit sad, your smell is slowly leaving my room. Your smile is embedded in my memory. Sometimes, I get a bit jealous of the people who see you every day. But, that’s just weird. 

It’s strange to realize I do well without you, but that it’s more fun when you’re around. What I would really like is to be away together. For a while. Just to see if we can be like that. Or to fully go the 100% in terms of finding out what’s what. Exploring.But then again, some things won’t happen, and, maybe we’ve already done so, and I’m just not getting it yet. 

I feel like I almost had completely opened up. No barriers. No ivory tower. Just me. And then suddenly, as if some the video is rewinded, the walls are back. Not entirely true maybe. But still. Sometimes, it feels like that :-) 

As I suspected, I’m doing well on the inspiration front! Wrote one new song, and rewritng another. Like I said, I’m in good spirits. I’m also maybe perhaps getting closer to the first tattoo I want. Left arm, the little black and white figurines you once bought me. With Japanese motives and a vaguely colored in background. Oh well. I might go for it, and maybe I wont. 

All in all, I really feel like living! More then the previous months anyway. Driving lessons where fun, I got a lot of energy from it this morning :-) 

Well…Some red haired people might be offended, being called a redhead. I’m using it on purpose this time. A) to show the general topic of this blog and B) while it attracts me, it also puzzles me, and slightly frustrates me, and to give a voice to that frustration, I’m naming them as they are. People, women in my case, with red hair.

Walk with me for a minute. In high school, I dated this lovely girl with hair in red hair. Red, with an orange tone in it. She had green eyes to. The whole thing sort of blew up in my face as I was to impressed to actually take action, and it was a pityful morning when she announced (and I quote) ‘You’re like a brother to me’, and that she was dating someone. As history would have it, another red haired girl entered my life, tore me down flesh from bone, spitting in the carcass. One would say that that might gave me some clues. As to whether or not to do that again. Involving myself with other read haired succubi. That from now on I should stick to blonde, or brown, or black, but that under no circumstance I’m to touch the red button EVER AGAIN.

But no. After 10 minutes of slight eye contact, on the birthday party of a friend of mine, I found myself this week, thinking, no singing, my adoration for this woman. I don’t even remember her face. Just her hair color.
Fucketee fuck. I’m screwed. Scratch that. I wish I was screwed.