Exit here said a sign for Central Avenue. But I knew it led to nowhere. So I drove on further, and chose instead to explore shadows more subtle out beyond the limelight down another Exit. © 2005, Aaron Brown
Day: August 11, 2008
Child’s Play
There is much we don't know, all mysterious and grand. We got a bright shiny ball all covered with sand but no rules for play, nor even a plan. We're given room to grow, so we learn and we scheme, reach out for truth, all posture and bluff then try to split Infinity, and count all the sand. Without knowing the rules, as children will, or fools we made up our own to use. We guessed how to play, and all think we may just try stealing the show. But while we run about and shout out our rules, does the knowing Adult looking over the board laugh and ridicule or smile and reflect? © 2005, Aaron Brown
Chasing the Muse
When the poet set out to capture poems,
by building cages of paper and ink,
he shouted in vain at reluctant words
to come lay down within them.
But none did
When the painter set out to capture paintings,
by building stages of canvas and dye,
she strained in vain at bending the light
to come shine down upon them.
But none did
When the boy went wandering daydreams,
watching clouds dance across the sky,
whispered the wind for art to come
and write a poem in his heart.
And he knew
When the girl went walking on rainbows,
watching rain dance on rippled pools,
whispered the wind for art to come
and paint a canvas in her mind.
And she knew
What those others had both long forgotten
in scheming to catch the saddened muse
is that true art cannot be captured
and beauty is only given for free.
© 2005, Aaron Brown
Cathie
Gaily dancing sunbeams Streaming swiftly outward From inner brightness Illuminating in passing Artfully stained glass Windows gazing outward Upon the world..... Radiating solemn playfulness From within honey-bright Landbound waves forever Flowing with an unknown Rhythm along the swift Laughing current bubbling Up from the Soul..... © 1991, Aaron Brown
Being
I am water. You are earth. Our lives are the river formed by my motion and your guidance. Life is an ocean filled by many rivers. Love is the sunlight dancing on the waves of life's experience. Children are rain drawn from the ocean by the warmth of sunlight. Kissing the mountains at birth, they follow where we have lived. © 1994, Aaron Brown
Behind the Shield of Darkness
If I would see the Darkness, I have but to close my eyes Behind this shield, in sight of dreams Borders casually casualty on causality; extents Quicksilver authored, spit; writ in reams Myriad infinite streams outward flung; Light and darkness, wind and dine, Dance we to harmony yet unsung Key signature; signed in cosine Those secrets of Ancients past Remain vivid, bright; flowing Creating evolving shaping cast Blue neon origami lightning Illuminates deep black; knowledge, King Timestreams interenterundertwine; Braided dark right wrong light Projected onscreen, mind on mine Veiled, obscuring Fate's sight When one alone, of others shorn Would sever these fragile strands; existence Fabric rent on bleeding thorn Then would the Darkness behind Blind, not add depth to Light © 1991, Aaron Brown
Advertising
Midnight flies on dark wings of legend — Leathery whisperings of mystery and myth Reach the casual ear with An ease surely focused and meant For a deliberately planned end. Dawn battles in the golden armor of glory — Raging lion-like; inordinately proud Of his sequential triumphs taken daily Upon cold Midnight's body and shroud, Yet so easily muzzled by a humble cloud. Twilight bathes in beatific serenity — Secure and content to allow others The honoring of the glory that is hers — Inexorably gentle, the beauteous matron is she Who silently strangles the day so Night may be. © 1996, Aaron E. Brown
12 Months in New England
January's frozen breath chilled February's dreams. March's steady thaw soothed April's little fears. May's fresh bouquet spurred June's own sultry days. July's blazing furnace warmed August's cheerful play. September's midlife crisis spawned October's bright displays. November's mournful tears streak December's frosted panes. The old year dies drawing a new year's first breath. © 2005, Aaron Brown
…Cycle…
Down by the sea - You and me. Listening to gulls cry - Watching waves birth and die. There is no Meaning here, But Reality is near. Back in Reality - You and me. Listening to bums cry - Watching cities birth and die. There is no Peace here - And Oblivion is near. Out in Oblivion - Me and no one. Listening to ghosts cry - Watching worlds birth and die. There is no Life here - But Rebirth is near. Back by the Sea - You and me. Listening to gulls cry - Watching waves birth and die. There is Reality near - And the Cycle is here. © 1986, Aaron Brown
Upgrading the hard drive in an iMac using Time Machine
I’m a photographer, so I take a lot of pictures. Space on my iMac’s 160GB drive has been feeling rather cramped recently, so I thought I’d give myself some more room this weekend. I found a great deal on a 320GB SATA drive ($69), so I bought it.
I noticed that the drive only included software to perform a clone-and-restore function for Windows machines, but I thought I remembered seeing the option to restore from a Time Machine backup when I was installing OS X Leopard 10.5 a few months ago, so I thought I’d give it a go.
I turned off the iMac, removed the rear panel, dismounted the existing drive, mounted the new one, plugged it in, put the Mac back together, turned it on and booted from the Leopard install DVD.
Sure enough, there was the option under the Utilities menu of the installer to restore from my Time Machine backup. I chose it, and it found my backups on my external Firewire drive and then presented me with a list of backup points to which I could restore my machine (the most recent of which was a mere 10 minutes before I’d removed the drive).
I chose the most recent backup point, told the utility to restore it to the new drive I’d just installed, and after about 2 hours of chugging data between the two drives, my Mac restarted from the restored data on the new drive.
Snazzy, and damned simple! Time Machine rocks in more ways than one 😀
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