nomi @nomi@social.cleverlibre.org

Back on the bird site, there was too much going on. I felt like I didn't have anything to add since it had all been said twenty times before I opened my mouth. It's a little quieter here and suddenly my mind has space to think.

There's a Rumi poem that's kinda like that, but I can't find it again. Something about how he feels so loud while writing, but when people are there he is very quiet and says nothing at all

Folded flour and love
Beans, rice, sauteed veggies
Burrito by Mom

#haiku #poetry

If Twitter was a microblogging service, Madison (by order of magnitude) must be a deciblog.

That it sounds like loudness feels like fate

69, or 19 if you're feeling sexagesimal

Muscle rending bone
Head unturned, neck unbowed
A gift from rough sleep

#haiku #poetry

At a job some years ago, I would write a haiku every morning. If I was bored, maybe several. Had a word doc with 100+ haikus in it when I left. And to. this. day. I kick myself for somehow forgetting to put it on a flash drive

The character count of 65k+ is taking up space in my mind. Wondering what I can do with that. It's a weird mix of "way more than you need" and "counting down so you feel it being lost". Wondering if maybe doing some flash fiction would be fun.

Congrats to @MattGertz who will hopefully never be mis-tagged for a certain congressman on this platform

Funny story:

I went to a "drunken philosophy" thing over the weekend. It's a bunch of people with little to no formal training having beers and asking questions, big fun. So I went to a table of people I didn't know and this happened:
Me: "You guys talking philosophy here?"
Table: "Uhhh... Yeah"
Me: "So what did you think about the prompt?"
Table: "What prompt are you talking about?"
Me: "What philosophy are you taking about?"

Turns out, totally randomly, half a local college's philosophy department was just there having drinks!