on new computer
May. 9th, 2004 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensAhem. Having a new computer is not conducive to getting to bed early. Also, must try to control potential addiction to Puzzle Pirates, now that I can play it again.
Mother was watching Kill Bill with me after supper, but fell asleep just after the whole "I take your head" bit from O-Ren Ishii, and before the Bride got to Japan. Woke up after the film was over, really hoping she hadn't missed too much. I didn't have the heart to go into details, and just said that she'd missed a big fight scene where the Bride first took down hordes of mooks, then lieutenants, then O-Ren herself, and that we could always watch it again some other time. (She went into work today to make sure that things got cleared. She will probably go in again tomorrow. This is why she falls asleep early in the evenings. My whole damn family are workaholics. Including me.)
I love my new computer. Whoops, did I say that out loud again?
I am not entirely sure that I love my new keyboard, though. Ergonomic it may be, but the shift key is half the size I'm used to, and I'm having to go back and correct quite a bit. Tch. Will adjust. Or will get new keyboard. They're not that expensive.
Oh, and the print's back from the framer, and it is gorgeous. I'm so glad I got it done properly.
---
Regime Change
Advancing down the road from Nineveh
Death paused a while and said 'Now listen here.
You see the names of places roundabout?
They're mine now, and I've turned them inside out.
Take Eden, further south: At dawn today
I ordered up my troops to tear away
Its walls and gates so everyone can see
That gorgeous fruit which dangles from its tree.
You want it, don't you? Go and eat it then,
And lick your lips, and pick the same again.
Take Tigris and Euphrates; once they ran
Through childhood-coloured slats of sand and sun.
Not any more they don't; I've filled them up
With countless different kinds of human crap.
Take Babylon, the palace sprouting flowers
Which sweetened empires in their peaceful hours -
I've found a different way to scent the air:
Already it's a by-word for despair.
Which leaves Baghdad - the star-tipped minarets,
The marble courts and halls, the mirage-heat.
These places, and the ancient things you know,
You won't know soon. I'm working on it now.'
-- Andrew Motion
Mother was watching Kill Bill with me after supper, but fell asleep just after the whole "I take your head" bit from O-Ren Ishii, and before the Bride got to Japan. Woke up after the film was over, really hoping she hadn't missed too much. I didn't have the heart to go into details, and just said that she'd missed a big fight scene where the Bride first took down hordes of mooks, then lieutenants, then O-Ren herself, and that we could always watch it again some other time. (She went into work today to make sure that things got cleared. She will probably go in again tomorrow. This is why she falls asleep early in the evenings. My whole damn family are workaholics. Including me.)
I love my new computer. Whoops, did I say that out loud again?
I am not entirely sure that I love my new keyboard, though. Ergonomic it may be, but the shift key is half the size I'm used to, and I'm having to go back and correct quite a bit. Tch. Will adjust. Or will get new keyboard. They're not that expensive.
Oh, and the print's back from the framer, and it is gorgeous. I'm so glad I got it done properly.
---
Regime Change
Advancing down the road from Nineveh
Death paused a while and said 'Now listen here.
You see the names of places roundabout?
They're mine now, and I've turned them inside out.
Take Eden, further south: At dawn today
I ordered up my troops to tear away
Its walls and gates so everyone can see
That gorgeous fruit which dangles from its tree.
You want it, don't you? Go and eat it then,
And lick your lips, and pick the same again.
Take Tigris and Euphrates; once they ran
Through childhood-coloured slats of sand and sun.
Not any more they don't; I've filled them up
With countless different kinds of human crap.
Take Babylon, the palace sprouting flowers
Which sweetened empires in their peaceful hours -
I've found a different way to scent the air:
Already it's a by-word for despair.
Which leaves Baghdad - the star-tipped minarets,
The marble courts and halls, the mirage-heat.
These places, and the ancient things you know,
You won't know soon. I'm working on it now.'
-- Andrew Motion
