Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

Pablo Neruda

There is nothing like summertime to start thinking about playing in the water.

jomynow: hey ben you made into my subconcience
jomynow: i had me a dream, and you were part of it, it was a minor part, nonetheless it was a part
jomynow: it was really odd, somehow i was back at work at GSK, and i met some random chic (this is like the second dream shes been in, and i keep forgetting her name), so yea then somehow i meet you and i saw you commin a mile away with your ol' big head a red hair
jomynow: i don't remember talking to you, but we stood there
jomynow: and then i think you gave me a hug and a hug to this chic i keep meeting up with
jomynow: and then i became some sorta spy
jomynow: and i had my palm pilot
jomynow: it was all interesting till i got caught
jomynow: but then i woke up

I need to clear out some stuff that I have had sitting around for a while:

http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/sys/292785050.html

http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/clo/292108783.html

I'll have some other things for sale soon. Mostly misc computer things, maybe some dvds.