Finally got rid of that clock. I've never read such idiocy on how to change the time zone, since the time was an hour off.

Web things are so often designed by web-geeks and they, like poets, imagine people have any idea what they are talking about, since poets, like web-geeks, only talk to to web-geeks, er, rather, other poets.

So who is missing from this scene? Regular people.

So what do you have to say for yourself?

Ah, summer time, and the living is easy. Lounging around the pool, trying to find my lost swim goggles, avoiding the bugs which the pool company doesn't bother to clean, nothing is better.

How many summers? Count, not the years, but the summers you have left. But not now. 102 degrees, clear sky, roasted salted almonds, oranges, cool icy drinks, and then to go swimming later, under the stars of Texas, ah, nothing is better.

Hope your day is going well, too.

Acceptance of chance is an under-appreciated wisdom. Many of us can't remember where we put something down a short time ago. Most of us are bumping through jumbled days and weeks, but somehow things get done, things happen, and life goes on.

Sometimes, as often has been noted, the most interesting things are simply found, chance events and so forth. A kind word from a stranger, a plastic bag by the window.

Some see these things and some don't, and who knows what really matters? Some will see such things as "pictures of nothing" and much prefer pictures of waves smashing into light houses or jets flying through clouds, which are things also of interest, to be sure.

Either way, it is the process and the discovery that makes the day go along.

We tend to forget that we live in a paper-thin atmosphere, and could climb a ladder into space in an afternoon, if one existed. (Well, maybe if one could climb quickly.)

How are your New Year Resolutions? One of mine is to try to stop trying to do too many different things. Time is limited, except for the moon, which scientists say is getting further and further away from earth, and one will day will sail off. Illogical.

How does one tell if a picture is a setting or rising sun? It is easy. If you are really happy, it rising.

The fishing boat with the reflected sunlight is about a mile from this statue.

Where does the willingness to take huge extra steps that most will never attempt come from? Or, is it, why are some unblocked?

Very little of good poetry is mere juxtaposition. Good poetry has forward motion, action and image, not dead irony. Irony is dead, cheap. And voice.

Poetry involves others to make it work. Let the reader step forward.

A rainbow.

You've seen this sign somewhere. Something there as the car goes by in a hurry. The will to stop, to change the momentum of the situation, the travel, the destination, the goal, is often fleeting. The sign is still there, the restaurant is closed. Everything in passing.

Have you ever seen light transverse an eye through the pupil and behind the iris and illuminate the white of the eye from within? Sure you have.

What did you think? What did you feel? Did you mention it?

Or are you asleep?