Friday, December 24, 2004

Merry Chriskwanzanukah to everyone! (as Shana Banana puts it)

Time to find out what Santa is bringing! I've already received TWO Lava Lamps. Should never have mentioned them! :D They'll look cool in the studio, except one is about 6 times the size of the other. I've bought myself a brand-new (well, slightly used actually) Presonus Fire-Pod interface for recording. A pretty substantial upgrade. Now I need a better room! (or rooms) Maybe in a better town -- kind of off the beaten path here.

Baked my 'traditional' Buche de Noel (Yule Log cake) earlier today. Later on, after I attend to my duties here (getting my dad fed and into bed) I'll head out to midnight mass. and presents! Two of my favorite things!

Y'all have a great holiday now, y'hear?

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Letting some one else toot my horn for article at Project Sanctuary. BTW, I recommend Ms Hartmann's online novel, In Serein. Better than many I've bought off the rack in bookstores.
The Finish Line...not sure where that one came from exactly. Well, from some part of me, of course, though I'm certainly the sort who will keep runnning the 'human race' till my legs fall off (metaphorically speaking). I suppose we all yearn to rest...eventually!


Sooner or later,
we all finish our race--
yes, every one of us,
each tortoise, each hare,
even you nice guys
who come in last.

Wreaths and medals
I have sought,
the kiss of a festival
queen, gowned and sashed,
the crowd's applause
rising to fill me,

and that's all good, isn't it?
But victories pass,
kisses are forgotten;
the finish line remains.
I shall rest a while
before crossing.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Monday, December 20, 2004

Women and Birds
a sijo

Dawn sang to me in the voices
of women and birds.

The robins will all fly south
to return some spring morn.

Does love ever again seek
the nest it once knew?

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Yes, the flocks of robins were passing through here on this cold (for Florida) morning and gave me the idea for this little piece. I hadn't attempted a sijo in a while but the form seemed suitable.

Friday, December 17, 2004


As two negatives
become a positive,
could your lies and mine
somehow equal truth?

Say now that you love me,
say I'm the only one;
I'll down that cup of wine
and pour out one for you.

Maybe you'll believe me
and I'll find faith in you--
we'll never cross our line
and believe ourselves.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Thursday, December 16, 2004

I was more than disappointed by the Sci-Fi channel's movie version of Ursula K. Leguin's Earthsea novels. Apparently, so was the author, though I think maybe the skin-color problem isn't as big an issue as she made it out to be. People do tend to see the characters they read about as they wish to, after all.

Anyway, some of my favorite books were turned into a meaningless Harry Potter-esque hodge-podge. (No offense intended to those of you who like the wiz-kid.) Where was the power and the depth of the stories, their shadow and light? Where the strength of their symbols? And what was with the sex (albeit fairly tame) elements? These were originally books for kids!

Thursday, December 09, 2004

RIP Darrel Lance Abbott aka Dimebag Darrel, gunned down onstage last night. Although I was never a particular fan of his music, I recognize the importance of his work with Pantera and elsewhere in shaping the 'metal' of today.

No soap-boxing here about guns, no questions about why or how...bad stuff happens in this world and we go on. But I mourn the loss of another life and another talent.

So we're going to have a Director of National Intelligence. Hmm....shouldn't the Secretary of Education have been taking care of that?

Friday, December 03, 2004


You needn't have worried;
I just stepped out
to count the stars.

I thought I heard
them falling, falling,
falling all night

like summer rain.
Sleep, my love,
sleep on; I've taken

my inventory
and all is well
above and below.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

---A poem that references my tendency to sleepless nights. Usually, all isn't well but what the heck, I like happy endings.