Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Love Equations

Love Equations by Damian Gadal
Love Equations, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
We tried to quantify our love, and we failed,
we had no means measure boundless emotion

Monday, November 12, 2012

Screened Dreams

Screened Dreams by Damian Gadal
Screened Dreams, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Freedom, just something remembered,
like screened dreams of days past

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Word Production

Word Production by Damian Gadal
Word Production, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
I've been lost in the world of digital publication lately.  It's been consuming my time, and my imagination.  Reading, writing, editing, posting, analyzing data, and all the rest.  I'm fascinated by it all.Ever since I was given a Kindle. 

In my opinion analog dead tree publishing is a relic of the 20th Century.  That's were it belongs.   Don't get me wrong, I still have a bit of sentimental reverence for old books, and admit to still owning some.  But that's were it ends.  I won't read a book or magazine now unless it's digital or I've got no other choice because I've got to review one.

I think that it's time to stop keeping analog word production on life support and pull the plug on traditional publishing.  Digital publishing is the future and current, and the possibilities of where this medium could go are only just now being explored.

Set your imagination free and explore the frontier of this world.  Especially if you're a writer.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

One for my baby

One for my baby by Damian Gadal
One for my baby, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
It ended with a phone call,
there was no reason to prolong things,
and besides the suffering was just beginning...

Friday, November 9, 2012

Urban Abyss

Urban Abyss by Damian Gadal
Urban Abyss, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
When life's an equation,
that's little understood,
we live in a frustration,
that does no one any good...

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Memories Fail Me

Memories Fail Me by Damian Gadal
Memories Fail Me, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Oh so soon, the world we knew turns into colorful stories and flights of fancy....  If you've got aging parents I'm sure you can relate.

I've been helping my mom out around her place to cope with what were once simple tasks for her, and to keep things in order.

She lives in a rural area, but don't worry she's being looked after.  I just wanted to relate some of the funnier things she's said lately.

1.  The woman who lived in the house across the street from her had been foreclosed on, and eventually evicted by force.  Long story short, the house needs repairs.  I was up visiting, and my mom was telling me how men had been over to pour new electricity into the walls of this vacant house so that they could sell it.  Shortly after she told me this, a painting crew came to work on the house.  I was told by my mom that they were the ones who poured the electricity.  Okay...

2.  Plumbing troubles.  When I'm at my mom's, I make it a habit to check all appliances, fixtures, washer, dryer, garbage disposal, water heater, and toilets.  It's important to keep things working properly.  On one recent visit, I noticed that one toilet wasn't flushing as it should.  Some extra strength Draino took care of the issue.  I reminded my mom to let me know if she was having issues with the toilet.  She said that "since people have moved in across the street, the problem should stop."  Okay...

3.  Old food.  Folks, if you're helping out an elderly parent make sure that you routinely check the expiration dates on food, and check for science experiments growing in the refrigerator.  The last thing you want is for them to poison themselves.  That being said, my mom buys packaged and canned foods like the rest of us.  You know, corn, soup, pudding, etc.  That stuff has a decent shelf life, but still, you need to check it.  Recently I did just that, pointed out to mom that some of it was expired and that we needed to toss it.  No big deal.  I reminded her that she needs to routinely check this stuff herself.  Well, she said "That food wasn't mine.  People come by sometimes and put food on the shelves or in the refrigerator."  Okay...  So I told her next time she sees those people to let them know we tossed their food.  Really!

I'm just passing along stories, and don't want anyone to get the idea that my mom is neglected.  She isn't.

We're all headed in the same direction folks.  It's called getting old.

No reason why we can't laugh about it....

Rainy Red

Rainy Red by Damian Gadal
Rainy Red, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Tears of blood
on fields of love
Years of the same
Death falls from above
War's our game