My kids have been so into Lego's this past year. I thought it would be pretty neat to make a lego pumpkin. Here it is. By the way there is a 60 watt bulb inside, explaining the extereme brightness.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Lego Pumpkin
My kids have been so into Lego's this past year. I thought it would be pretty neat to make a lego pumpkin. Here it is. By the way there is a 60 watt bulb inside, explaining the extereme brightness.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Understanding A Fox
Here is a poem I am working on. It is not finished yet. But thought I would share. It is based loosly on a childrens book called "The Old Country"
Yes I once was a fox
Wiry red coat with black for my sox
Stared in the eyes of the wily old beast
Transformed to the timid my body he leased
Chicks were stole, so off did I chase
To kill the fox, from this world to erase
Trailed him and hunted till body was worn
Found him sitting, waiting looking forlorn
Warned was I from tales of the old
A child takes no heed to all she is told
The wizened old woman said never to stare
In the Golden green eyes with star-bursting flare
Stalking up to this dog at the watch
Bow at the ready string in the notch
Before I release I hear a small voice
Confused, getting closer, bow still at the hoist
He spoke softly to me, convinced me to view
In his eyes I saw rabbits, fur wet with the dew
Lust for the flesh ran through my mind
Chasing and catching the meat I did find
Looking back at me was a girl with an arrow
Familiar she was, her eyes squinting narrow
The voice of the fox she produced raspy
Seeing now, I was the fox, and the fox was me
Girl says, to be a fox is splendid, I'm sure you'll agree
But people are cruel, so you must see
Sought you for me, now I will seek thee
If ever my house you come near to be
Yes I once was a fox
Wiry red coat with black for my sox
Stared in the eyes of the wily old beast
Transformed to the timid my body he leased
Chicks were stole, so off did I chase
To kill the fox, from this world to erase
Trailed him and hunted till body was worn
Found him sitting, waiting looking forlorn
Warned was I from tales of the old
A child takes no heed to all she is told
The wizened old woman said never to stare
In the Golden green eyes with star-bursting flare
Stalking up to this dog at the watch
Bow at the ready string in the notch
Before I release I hear a small voice
Confused, getting closer, bow still at the hoist
He spoke softly to me, convinced me to view
In his eyes I saw rabbits, fur wet with the dew
Lust for the flesh ran through my mind
Chasing and catching the meat I did find
Looking back at me was a girl with an arrow
Familiar she was, her eyes squinting narrow
The voice of the fox she produced raspy
Seeing now, I was the fox, and the fox was me
Girl says, to be a fox is splendid, I'm sure you'll agree
But people are cruel, so you must see
Sought you for me, now I will seek thee
If ever my house you come near to be
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Lazy mans poem
Calling a paragraph a poem
Just ‘cause you use strange words
Is lazy as a stone garden gnome
Left lying, faded, in the woods
At the very least make a story
A picture to be observed
Something interesting, not boring
Maybe throw us a curve
How ‘bout a story on a frog
With a ring round its neck
Or what about a razorback hog
That fell asleep on the deck
Humor, sorrow, love, or hate
Draws them in for thinking
All good topics you leave for bait
Tears may be held back blinking
To walk away with faces puzzled
Should not be end all
To be rehearsed and not be muzzled
Is surely a poets call
Just ‘cause you use strange words
Is lazy as a stone garden gnome
Left lying, faded, in the woods
At the very least make a story
A picture to be observed
Something interesting, not boring
Maybe throw us a curve
How ‘bout a story on a frog
With a ring round its neck
Or what about a razorback hog
That fell asleep on the deck
Humor, sorrow, love, or hate
Draws them in for thinking
All good topics you leave for bait
Tears may be held back blinking
To walk away with faces puzzled
Should not be end all
To be rehearsed and not be muzzled
Is surely a poets call
Positive Thinking
I’m gonna try to be positive
Not so hard my angel whispers
Count your blessings one by one
1, 2, 3, 4 there are quite a few
Now count the blessings that
Don’t start all warm and fuzzy
Like the breakup that lead to you
Or smallish paychecks that come
When for some, they never do.
Life is good but has its downs
Like the crap I stepped in.
That was not fun.
Oh wait, trying to be positive
It’s harder than I thought.
Not so hard my angel whispers
Count your blessings one by one
1, 2, 3, 4 there are quite a few
Now count the blessings that
Don’t start all warm and fuzzy
Like the breakup that lead to you
Or smallish paychecks that come
When for some, they never do.
Life is good but has its downs
Like the crap I stepped in.
That was not fun.
Oh wait, trying to be positive
It’s harder than I thought.
Circular Logic
No idea what you’re saying
Fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy words
Spin, spin, spin, my head
Loud, loud, loud smack
Circle, circle, circle back
Repeat, repeat, repeat the point
Point, point, point at me
Blah, blah, blah I hear
Anger, anger, anger seen
Smile, smile, smile smirked
Point has been made
No idea what you said
Fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy words
Spin, spin, spin, my head
Loud, loud, loud smack
Circle, circle, circle back
Repeat, repeat, repeat the point
Point, point, point at me
Blah, blah, blah I hear
Anger, anger, anger seen
Smile, smile, smile smirked
Point has been made
No idea what you said
Light in the night
Floating in darkness, wait for the flutter
Searching the night looking for supper
Distracted by a glow so blue white
I’m drawn without even beating my wing
So close do I get, enough yet to see
Those who’ve come before lying below
It’s funny that the light can gather
All those of different breed
Resistance not considered,
Desire to see the brightness closely
Try as I may the fence does block,
Must find a way, a way that’s unlocked
Over and under bouncing against
Finally seeing a gap that will fit
Mouth dry, eyes blinded besides
Tight fit, but I’m through,
Closer still to blessed revelation
To touch it just once is all that I needed
Searching the night looking for supper
Distracted by a glow so blue white
I’m drawn without even beating my wing
So close do I get, enough yet to see
Those who’ve come before lying below
It’s funny that the light can gather
All those of different breed
Resistance not considered,
Desire to see the brightness closely
Try as I may the fence does block,
Must find a way, a way that’s unlocked
Over and under bouncing against
Finally seeing a gap that will fit
Mouth dry, eyes blinded besides
Tight fit, but I’m through,
Closer still to blessed revelation
To touch it just once is all that I needed
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
"Overweight" lyrics by the band Blue October
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i want to carry a piece of who i was before
so when i hit the wall i really hit the wall ( excuse me )
i want to tear away the death again
a whiter shade of the meth again
i want to stick to clues
i want to come unglued
i want to shape the world to fit the way you move
oh should i listened for a dress size?
I owned up, I've grown up do you remember me?
i showed up and so what if i'm the used to be
i'm here to tell you that i’m sorry i was sorry
but i’m happy that you're happy this is no longer about me
trade roles, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
let him be there through your beautiful cries
let him hold you up so you can touch affordable skies
and live your life just like a dream without the pain of goodbyes
goodbye!
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i’ve been a drunk, disrespectful little street punk
unlock the back of my trunk, you see now take this bat
and bash my head into the street again ( street again )
no ones around so i keep beating it
I pull my hair back and look me in the eye
there’s a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
it's the guilt of what reality has given me
making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
when you're sick you seem to think you failed eternally
and that the people you let in are only crumbling
when you feel sick of faking life and this recovery
when my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
so to the friends that even call that i don’t call back
i hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
it seems to hide sometimes to run away and wonder
i’m really sick of saying sorry but i will
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long? ( Where were you? where were you? )
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long? ( Where will you be ? )
You're we scared to take the ride?
or dare to get inside...
i’m floating farther away
floating far away
floating far away... letting go
i wanna learn to walk with others as an equal
i wanna treat the ones who love me with respect
i wanna tell the world i’ll give them all a piggy back
and try to to take away my negative affect
i wanna kiss a girl and know i'll never lie again
i wanna call my dad and tell him that i care
i wanna let my brother know he saved my life
a thousand times throughout the years
he's been the friend who's always there...
floating far away
floating far away
i'm floating far away.....letting go
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i want to carry a piece of who i was before
so when i hit the wall i really hit the wall ( excuse me )
i want to tear away the death again
a whiter shade of the meth again
i want to stick to clues
i want to come unglued
i want to shape the world to fit the way you move
oh should i listened for a dress size?
I owned up, I've grown up do you remember me?
i showed up and so what if i'm the used to be
i'm here to tell you that i’m sorry i was sorry
but i’m happy that you're happy this is no longer about me
trade roles, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
let him be there through your beautiful cries
let him hold you up so you can touch affordable skies
and live your life just like a dream without the pain of goodbyes
goodbye!
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?
i’ve been a drunk, disrespectful little street punk
unlock the back of my trunk, you see now take this bat
and bash my head into the street again ( street again )
no ones around so i keep beating it
I pull my hair back and look me in the eye
there’s a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
it's the guilt of what reality has given me
making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
when you're sick you seem to think you failed eternally
and that the people you let in are only crumbling
when you feel sick of faking life and this recovery
when my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
so to the friends that even call that i don’t call back
i hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
it seems to hide sometimes to run away and wonder
i’m really sick of saying sorry but i will
ever carried the weight of another?
for how long? ( Where were you? where were you? )
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long? ( Where will you be ? )
You're we scared to take the ride?
or dare to get inside...
i’m floating farther away
floating far away
floating far away... letting go
i wanna learn to walk with others as an equal
i wanna treat the ones who love me with respect
i wanna tell the world i’ll give them all a piggy back
and try to to take away my negative affect
i wanna kiss a girl and know i'll never lie again
i wanna call my dad and tell him that i care
i wanna let my brother know he saved my life
a thousand times throughout the years
he's been the friend who's always there...
floating far away
floating far away
i'm floating far away.....letting go
Recycler
By Nate Carman
You reclaim the fashion of the past. Your jokes at first were not funny and the third time’s the same. You pull out the old attitude of superiority over those that are not you. You fight the same change that you fought in your youth. Your wisdom is not yours, but a reflection of other who thought they knew. The used oil makes the fire. The tire is now the swing. You abuse the same body that you abused a day ago. The cigarette burned to the half is left on the sill for your return. Your bottle and can go into the bin. Everything is recycled, but for the love you had for me.
You reclaim the fashion of the past. Your jokes at first were not funny and the third time’s the same. You pull out the old attitude of superiority over those that are not you. You fight the same change that you fought in your youth. Your wisdom is not yours, but a reflection of other who thought they knew. The used oil makes the fire. The tire is now the swing. You abuse the same body that you abused a day ago. The cigarette burned to the half is left on the sill for your return. Your bottle and can go into the bin. Everything is recycled, but for the love you had for me.
Extended Season
By Nate Carman
Grab all you can of the fruit of the vine. The harvest is long, and the taste so divine. To grow the ground in bounty, you thin the young and prune the old. For a branch that has too much is as bad a season too cold. And a row that is overwhelmed will only all die. Pull the fruit off as often as desired. The plant will recover and wait to retire. Don’t wait too long, the skin will be tough. The baby growth offers great sweetness enough. As the season moves on the field does yields less. Soon it will be time to clean up the mess. Cover the ground or to nature regress. Plan next season’s cache. See it in your mind. To get the best seed you save up the cash.
Grab all you can of the fruit of the vine. The harvest is long, and the taste so divine. To grow the ground in bounty, you thin the young and prune the old. For a branch that has too much is as bad a season too cold. And a row that is overwhelmed will only all die. Pull the fruit off as often as desired. The plant will recover and wait to retire. Don’t wait too long, the skin will be tough. The baby growth offers great sweetness enough. As the season moves on the field does yields less. Soon it will be time to clean up the mess. Cover the ground or to nature regress. Plan next season’s cache. See it in your mind. To get the best seed you save up the cash.
Diving deep
By Nate Carman
Inspired by “The Secret” by Peter Cooley
As I walk down the shore
the dead do roll, shaken about
by the incessant ebbs flow
The siren waters have beauty
That drags in the dreamers.
It exhales those who lived,
perished in fight, the dangers unreal.
Lulled to the surface, those golden ripples.
Swimming in silver the depth is misread.
Floating and sinking, splashing and drinking.
Down do we go, all good intentioned, thinking
this sea pulled me in. Tricked me, you brood.
Thoughts of self, replaced by the flash.
All those who’ve helped, all those
who’ve abused. Lights ray is dark green as
deeper you dive, Jonah’s great fish is absent
you muse.
The weeds do entangle, fragile stalks with
odd strength, pulling you in. You’ll soon
be one too, pulling in the next guest.
After straining, comes stillness
You no longer answer those
questions you asked.
Your thought of what’s real
too soon replaced by what’s true.
Inspired by “The Secret” by Peter Cooley
As I walk down the shore
the dead do roll, shaken about
by the incessant ebbs flow
The siren waters have beauty
That drags in the dreamers.
It exhales those who lived,
perished in fight, the dangers unreal.
Lulled to the surface, those golden ripples.
Swimming in silver the depth is misread.
Floating and sinking, splashing and drinking.
Down do we go, all good intentioned, thinking
this sea pulled me in. Tricked me, you brood.
Thoughts of self, replaced by the flash.
All those who’ve helped, all those
who’ve abused. Lights ray is dark green as
deeper you dive, Jonah’s great fish is absent
you muse.
The weeds do entangle, fragile stalks with
odd strength, pulling you in. You’ll soon
be one too, pulling in the next guest.
After straining, comes stillness
You no longer answer those
questions you asked.
Your thought of what’s real
too soon replaced by what’s true.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Video "Video: RSS in Plain English"
Video "Video: RSS in Plain English"
I am going to have to try this. I do waste a lot of time checking on blogs that have no updates.
I am going to have to try this. I do waste a lot of time checking on blogs that have no updates.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The grind
By Nate Carman
The daily tasks to complete
Start to feel cold defeat
Observing those who compete
Praying not to be found out
As a slacker who has no clout
Fighting the current, as a trout
Only the fittest do succeed
Braun was how to do the deed
But now the strength of a steed
Is relegated to a menial task
So repetitive you must ask
It’s no wonder we hit the flask
But alas, went I to school
Now I sit atop my stool
Wondering who’s the bigger fool
The daily tasks to complete
Start to feel cold defeat
Observing those who compete
Praying not to be found out
As a slacker who has no clout
Fighting the current, as a trout
Only the fittest do succeed
Braun was how to do the deed
But now the strength of a steed
Is relegated to a menial task
So repetitive you must ask
It’s no wonder we hit the flask
But alas, went I to school
Now I sit atop my stool
Wondering who’s the bigger fool
Heart attack
By Nate Carman
And I fell to the ground
All things new to have found
Breathe in the dust and the dirt
The unknown people I have hurt
This point forward to have in view
Regrets, they no longer will undo
Lifting off the dirty floor
Soon your face to adore
Desire to be at your side
In your presence to abide
Seeing those who were like me
Save for grace bestowed by thee
A choice made to follow, floundering
Makes the end truly the founding
And I fell to the ground
All things new to have found
Breathe in the dust and the dirt
The unknown people I have hurt
This point forward to have in view
Regrets, they no longer will undo
Lifting off the dirty floor
Soon your face to adore
Desire to be at your side
In your presence to abide
Seeing those who were like me
Save for grace bestowed by thee
A choice made to follow, floundering
Makes the end truly the founding
This side of sleep
By Nate Carman
Awake, no more I fade
All plans of day are made
My thoughts are at your bade
Anticipating in the dark
To where my dreams may hark
Make the place all but stark
Dreams are a fickle friend
Come and go without an end
Some may be worth append
Running on an endless path
Sinking down inside your bath
Standing public doing math
Asleep no more, I wake
A refreshing breath I take
Now to the coffee that I make
Awake, no more I fade
All plans of day are made
My thoughts are at your bade
Anticipating in the dark
To where my dreams may hark
Make the place all but stark
Dreams are a fickle friend
Come and go without an end
Some may be worth append
Running on an endless path
Sinking down inside your bath
Standing public doing math
Asleep no more, I wake
A refreshing breath I take
Now to the coffee that I make
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
This side of summer
By Nate Carman
Walking down a paved walk
Almost oblivious to the talk
Teaming activity all around
Eager hands at the hose abound
Really they aren’t there to drink
Filling the orb to the brink
Ignoring advice of my mate
Giving signs to separate
Having they received the nod
TAKE THAT! you filthy sod
Walking down a paved walk
Almost oblivious to the talk
Teaming activity all around
Eager hands at the hose abound
Really they aren’t there to drink
Filling the orb to the brink
Ignoring advice of my mate
Giving signs to separate
Having they received the nod
TAKE THAT! you filthy sod
This side of fall
By Nate Carman
The bird at the window
Thick as it sticks a toe
Into the cold bath
No feeling he hath
Preparing for the end
From instinct don’t bend
Gorging on the feed
Unknown that the seed
Dormant, forgotten it lay
Awaiting that warm day
The cycle nears its close
As frost bites my nose
The warmth shot like a gun
And still nothing done
The bird at the window
Thick as it sticks a toe
Into the cold bath
No feeling he hath
Preparing for the end
From instinct don’t bend
Gorging on the feed
Unknown that the seed
Dormant, forgotten it lay
Awaiting that warm day
The cycle nears its close
As frost bites my nose
The warmth shot like a gun
And still nothing done
This side of winter
By Nate Carman
Aching, the bend of wrist
Longing, the outdoor tryst
Stinging, the wind it blows
Seeking, the breeze that flows
Cracking, the branches break
Looking, the roots they take
Freezing, the waters crack
Dreaming, the stream to track
Hurting, the joints that bend
Wishing, the cold to end
Aching, the bend of wrist
Longing, the outdoor tryst
Stinging, the wind it blows
Seeking, the breeze that flows
Cracking, the branches break
Looking, the roots they take
Freezing, the waters crack
Dreaming, the stream to track
Hurting, the joints that bend
Wishing, the cold to end
This side of morning
By Nate Carman
The morning light will fade
The love's been made
The coffee is warmed
The toast is burned
The day comes strong
The night’s not long
Enough
The morning light will fade
The love's been made
The coffee is warmed
The toast is burned
The day comes strong
The night’s not long
Enough
This side of spring
By Nate Carman
This side of spring
What will it bring
The wind no longer stabs
The sky no longer drab
Water sprayed brings a shiver
Thoughts of harvest to deliver
Too soon it passes
Hurried on by the masses
Forgetting that it’s the best
All things new come out of rest
This side of spring
What will it bring
The wind no longer stabs
The sky no longer drab
Water sprayed brings a shiver
Thoughts of harvest to deliver
Too soon it passes
Hurried on by the masses
Forgetting that it’s the best
All things new come out of rest
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentine Poem for Amy 2010
The Urgency of Love
by Nate Carman
Love found young
Can lead to a sting
But for true love to bloom
Love found young
Can be that boon
For the less you are set
Love found young
Has less regret
by Nate Carman
Love found young
Can lead to a sting
But for true love to bloom
Love found young
Can be that boon
For the less you are set
Love found young
Has less regret
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A Poem that does not rhyme
By Nate Carman
Unrequited love
Like the undead
Claws at the box
Forever seeking
Blessed suffocation.
This does not represent my relationship with my wife. But after watching the movie "500 days of Summer" this popped into my head. It is kind of a depressing movie. Funny at times, but if you are looking for what I think is a realistic idea of how children of divorce grow up, this is a good example.
I will post the poem that I wrote for my wife next. After Valentines Day.
Unrequited love
Like the undead
Claws at the box
Forever seeking
Blessed suffocation.
This does not represent my relationship with my wife. But after watching the movie "500 days of Summer" this popped into my head. It is kind of a depressing movie. Funny at times, but if you are looking for what I think is a realistic idea of how children of divorce grow up, this is a good example.
I will post the poem that I wrote for my wife next. After Valentines Day.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
My first DIYtrying project, small as it may be
I made some colored water spray guns. Used some old spray bottles and added water and food coloring. Kids had a lot of fun. You can see they made a giant snow cone. They did not eat it though.
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