tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119592512024-03-14T00:18:16.702-07:00The Metaplane<i>Heaven, hide your eyes</i>Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.comBlogger2147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-88799113206015529332023-07-02T16:07:00.001-07:002023-07-02T16:07:17.775-07:00It’s alive!Well, barely. Hey – it’s 2023. Did ya ever think? I never dared, or wanted, or thought beyond 2001, maybe 2010. Some science fiction date that would never really arrive.Now it’s here and and everything’s all Escape From New York and The Manchurian Candidate and The Dead Zone. Without the happy endings.Russia turned out to be a huge turd masquerading as a formidable military power. Why the world Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-46560881668928841952017-02-12T08:45:00.001-08:002017-02-12T08:45:29.166-08:00New content coming in 2017Sorry for the yuuuge delay!Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-5252435743266943962012-06-27T06:22:00.001-07:002012-08-03T20:06:14.092-07:00
a new metaplane
completely redesigned for a post apoplectic world
see you thereMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-11099513222122714612012-06-24T07:46:00.000-07:002012-06-24T07:46:00.220-07:00
a new beginningMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-31571200929418972162012-06-23T07:45:00.000-07:002012-06-23T07:45:00.096-07:00
a new topologyMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-35806045413659106862012-06-22T07:44:00.000-07:002012-06-22T07:44:00.265-07:00
a new mediumMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-20682865760104267652012-06-21T07:42:00.000-07:002012-06-21T07:42:00.400-07:00
a new movementMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-7325927353739983452012-06-20T04:26:00.002-07:002012-06-20T04:26:26.694-07:00
coming in winter...Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-44799128342482159022011-11-16T15:39:00.000-08:002012-06-20T07:41:08.207-07:00The best date format. And more.
Numerical date formats vary around the globe. Let’s just consider the Gregorian calendrical system, which is what most of us use every day.
The American version is the worst. Month (med), then Day (small), then Year (large). Huh? Not good for sorting, and makes little sense to the human mind unless you're inculcated with it from birth, kinda like Fahrenheit temperatures. It's arbitrary.
Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-64485068897505369892011-10-22T12:40:00.000-07:002011-10-22T12:42:10.991-07:00HairshirtI am not the type of dog
That could keep you waiting
For no good reason
Run a carbon black test on my jaw
And you will find
It’s all been said before
I can swing my megaphone
And long arm the rest
It's easier and better
To just beat it from the chest
Of desire
I could walk into this room
And the waves of conversation
Are enough to knock you down
In the undertow
I’m so alone
So alone in my life
Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-23577727783503130622011-10-10T03:43:00.000-07:002011-10-10T03:43:20.640-07:00Los PicosPart of the Picos de Europa, a mountain range that runs through Cantabria and Asturias in Northern Spain.
Click for full-size. Pretty amazing mountains, eh? What Asturias lacks in sheer elevation is makes up for in dramatic peaks and sudden elevation changes, lush valleys snaking through snowy shards of stone poking out of the earth at all angles. Lots of nice granite, shale, and even Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-85003486970333377152011-10-09T05:39:00.000-07:002011-10-09T05:39:41.972-07:00In the wakeof adversity lies an opportunity,
a rebirth
the story is old, but it metamorphosed
when I told it
a sun rises, it knows nothing
but the people believe in something that
is grander than themselves
feelings are everything
ask Galileo on a moonlit night
or Kepler
if his elliptic tides are right, are precise;
ask Newton,
ask Feynman if your math's all right
Penrose, Einstein
the point is the Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-79699981641164177902011-10-09T05:26:00.000-07:002011-10-09T05:29:44.889-07:00It gets cold.
All waves view old, warm shores
Father returning.
Adventure is a sunny captain
Adventure is a lively ship.
Rise calmly like a hungry gull.
Seashells sail!
You keep waiting
The temperature is dropping.
Why does the sun travel?
Faith, love, and life.
Where is the sunny beach we dreamt of?
Winds endure like rough sailors.
Where is the dead captain I use to salute?
I’m afraid it gets Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-7894392949482470032011-10-04T04:37:00.001-07:002011-10-04T04:37:10.620-07:00AutumnMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-18740569650944761832011-10-04T04:32:00.000-07:002011-10-22T12:44:49.216-07:00ProcessionThere is no end to this
I have seen your face
But I don't recognize all these things
You must have left behind
It's a problem, you know
That's been there all your life
I try to make you see the world without you
That's just so black and white.
At night it gets cold and
I'd dearly like to turn away
An escape that fills
That makes you want to turn on heel
Alone, alone, alone, alone.
There is noMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-63135623778456088682011-06-26T18:56:00.000-07:002012-06-20T06:15:21.685-07:00I can't sail rhymes
And tell the tales of mighty kings
Keeping the letters afloat
With no broken rings at all
All I can do is call
I hope that the mighty shall
Hear the meek
In my own simple way
I loved all that was unique.
I can't change for you
I can't even change for me
We're high in the Picos now
What we've brought is what we'll need
If we stumble and die,
No one knows us, few shall care
Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-12691301019837589112011-06-26T18:34:00.000-07:002011-06-26T18:34:26.762-07:00The Devil and the Deep Blue SeaIt’s all over
You’ve had your day out in the park
You better come inside
Before it gets too dark.
We’ve all had a great time
Playing with our private worlds
Event horizon
Here on planet Earth.
It’s all over
It’s the final curtain call
For too many life forms
There’s just no time left at all.
Whatcha gonna do when the rain comes
Are you going to sail on the rising seas like Noah?
Whatcha gonna Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-63737489063065186312011-06-26T17:07:00.000-07:002011-06-26T17:07:24.252-07:00Winter in Hallstadt
(click for original size)Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-28607153665150144062011-06-26T17:01:00.000-07:002011-06-26T17:02:35.447-07:00Wintersun
Can’t stop the hurt
Can’t stop the bleeding
I am invisible
Can’t stop the thought
Nor the feeling
I don’t exist at all
But when you call my name
Do you feel the same way
That we’re trapped in time
We’re both living a lie
I live in a tower
Of my own creation
I’m indivisible
From the thoughts that make up
All my memories
Transcendental
But when you call my name
Do you feel the same Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-19315765227622826452011-06-15T21:43:00.000-07:002011-06-15T21:43:37.527-07:00
ECLIPSE
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-17934248977839520542011-06-07T17:39:00.000-07:002011-06-07T17:43:03.344-07:00Damaged People.
We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense in crying
When you're by my side
There is no defence
I forget to sense I'm dying...
We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-39852411282709486972011-05-21T12:57:00.000-07:002011-05-21T12:57:03.348-07:00Lifescream
The world is pain
Cut feet on cut glass
I sit and read and try to think
Watch and learn
Learn how everything works
Work on watching even harder
So I can somehow make sense of it all
But it never gets any easier
I'll overanalyze myself all my life
Existing only to look in I wonder
Why I was put inside my skin
To flail and flounder on the shores
Of a world where action is king
And Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-91696331048421451692011-05-18T23:00:00.000-07:002011-05-18T23:00:23.399-07:00UnrealCraziness has come over me. I've gone mad. I'm not the same person from day to day. I don't recognize myself in emails I've written, don't remember people I've talked to at long lengths, things I've done and said and promised. I never go out, and time passes somehow, but I have no way to measure it and I can't tell if it's going slow or really fast. I'm in a body and life I don't recognize. I Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-39938582422671254262011-05-10T12:40:00.003-07:002011-05-10T12:42:49.787-07:00A Lucid Moment
Grabbed a peek
Felt back inside
Came out of hiding
And it's all I seek
It's what I need
To see the sun before it
Goes behind the clouds again
Before the noise gets
Too goddamn loud again
Just need this peace
Grab me a seat
I want to get out of it
And run around doing
All that I haven't been doing
For my years have grown bleak
Like a film without a
Happy ending
But I'm Metamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-5383698205201671882011-05-06T08:47:00.001-07:002011-05-06T08:47:53.708-07:00torch blown out
in the everlasting darkness
that always blankets me now I walk
about in circles looking for a way out
but these walls were built around me
there's nowhere else I can go
it seems I've got no will of my own
and I can't seem to find my way home
sleeping forever
dreaming forever
a forever sleep
is what you get
when you sink too deep
ça va sans dire
ça va sans dire
ça va sans direMetamaticianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03110439083156930486noreply@blogger.com0