I was listening to Cold Play's The Scientist, and I felt like writing. I've been taking it easy, my back has been bugging me, probably from dancing, and I want to be in primo shape when I leave for Argentina on Thursday. This song kicked my butt back in gear to do some work, since I have to finish a project in wireless electronic systems before I leave town. Anyway, here's a first pass, done during a quick 5 minute break:

I'm listening
to the rhythm
of our life.

Days pass,
following the flow,
not knowing where it is that we'll go.

Blood pumps in our bodies
like a tide;
pulsing,
swelling,and ebbing.

I try to stop the rhythm,
grasping at time like water cupped in my hands,
warm and salty, like the issuance of tiny wounds which gradually accumulate
like so much scar tissue.

Holding back the tide,
being here with you,
this time is alive for us,
hold me here and now,
grasp at the water of our life.

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I was just thinking about how much information can be expressed in so few words. This entire post is in the Kilobyte range, but depth of feelings and ideas can transcend that kind of limitation.

So, I was at Caltech on Friday for an all night milonga, and I had some fun, although I was drifting along campus trying to find the milonga after visiting my car. It took me half an hour, and I was in a bit of an unhappy mood at 3:30 in the morning. I realized though that if I reframed it as a tour of Caltech campus, allowing me to get to know the lay of the land, that I felt better. In a way, our feelings are arbitrary, based on what happens to us, although we can always improve that. If that's the case, why not just feel good? Anyway, I'm going to a pot luck milonga tonight in Costa Mesa, although I'll be taking it easy.