Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo - Erundur Anwamehtar
Kindly
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on September 25th, 2002, at 9:46pm

Short rant:
Never leave your backpack behind your chair. I did, and I left it there. Fortunately it was rescued by a kind woman who gave it to a kind man. The kind man called me, told me he had it, and we both hang up. Then, through some odd fluke of three-way-calling I ended up talking to the kind woman when she was trying to call the kind man. Is it coincidence? I think not.

Anyway, I’ve got a lot of homework to do. It’s 10PM and I’ve still got two tests to study for and a paper to write. Had a good chance to talk to a friend Cramer, though, so it was worth losing an hour.

Lacking Charge
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on September 25th, 2002, at 11:21am

Short rant:
Never buy a low-end PalmPilot if you can afford one that has a rechargeable battery. They eat through those AAAs like crazy if you use it a lot. And if you ever have the thing crash because of low batteries or whatever, it SUCKS to lose stuff on there. Having to reenter important meetings that didn’t get backed up yet or even seemingly easy checkbook info or something is a pain. So yeah. The moral of this rant is: Rechargeable and backup often.

Boring stuff:
Finished reading “The Visitation” last night. That’s about all I did after dinner. Then I slept 9 hours. Today I’ve got a bit of homework to do (”Lord of the Flies” essay and study for East Asian Civilization exam).

Harpsichord
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on September 24th, 2002, at 5:58pm

You have too much free time on your hands if you can build a harpsichord out of legos. And it works. ‘Nuff said.

Inhibited
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on September 24th, 2002, at 3:28pm

Inhibited
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
09/24/2002

Champagne bubbles pour frothy white
into a vessel set to sail hand-to-mouth
then transfer the passenger
to its final destination.

The crystal cavern fades
as a new monastic home emerges
and ensnares
the liquid for use at budding centers of thoughtless taste.

The traveler in the tube goes on in
aimless lemming style, because
in the end, nothing even matters.
Hours later, the system is still flushing
final remnants; lounging hobos waste away.
The journey ends as the vision bends to fit swirling porcelain walls.

This is why I don’t travel
in excess.

New Address
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on September 24th, 2002, at 10:40am

Yo! Ok, quick site info update: http://digitalhobo.no-ip.com will now get you to this site. Easier then remembering the IP address, isn’t it? Please realize thought that this is hosted on my own computer and therefore is only running when my computer is.

And now, onto the really important stuff….

Yesterday was ok. I’m doing better today as far as not being so angry at life. I was up late doing homework (should’ve done it before Bible study and gov’t last night, but didn’t…). Went to class anyway. Woohoo. I’ve had some Code Red today for an energy boost. I wrote a new poem during Int’l Relations today which I might type up and toss on here later. It’s more interesting than it is whiny or pessimistic.

Get some ApologetiX music. They’re “The Christian Weird-Al.” They’ve got some mp3 samples available for free download. I recommend. “Play that funny music, riiiiight boy.”