Gwnewch y pethau bychain

Month: July 2002


I’ve often said that I don’t get sick very often, but when I do, I don’t kid around about it. Last night, I noticed an uncomfortable stuffiness in my left ear, and a bit of pain when I prodded at it. So this morning, I called my doctor and asked if I could get an appointment.

After poking at me, the doctor explains to me that there are two kinds of infections one is likely to get in the ear. One kind mainly affects the outer ear canal, and is sometimes called “Swimmers ear”. The more serious kind is the sort of infection that affects the eardrum and inner ear.

Which do I have?

Both. At the same time. Ow.

Antibiotics and rest, indeed. *sigh* Hopefully, I’ll feel better by the weekend.

(Kitanzi is a dear, though. She came home on her lunch break to see if she could make me feel better, and then stopped at the store on her way home this afternoon to buy various comfort foods for me. *happysigh* She’s such a joy in my life.)

Web page updated

Finally getting around to various things that I’ve been putting off while busy nesting. All of the songs on my webpage have now been annotated — nothing particularly deep or profound, in most cases, but It’s something I’d been meaning to do for a while.

And yes, that trip report is STILL in the queue.

Anyway, the esoterica is all at

New song…

I performed this at the housefilk we had on Saturday. It was written a couple of weeks ago.

Plains of Nebraska
Words and Music by Robert Wynne
(c) 2002

Midwestern skies
Wind blows soft across the grassy land
Long winter nights
Moonlight shining down upon you
like a lantern in the fog

And can you hear it?
A lonely distant echo
Can you feel it?
The chill deep within your bones
Can you see it?
How the land can roll forever
‘Till it almost seems to fall into the sky?

There is truth you will find
in the strangest of places
in the unfamiliar faces
in an unsuspecting mind
There is truth there to see
You only have to ask a
man on the plains of Nebraska
and his words will set you free.

Do you recall
Why you wandered far away from home?
And have you found it
The solitary wisdom that comes
softly in the night?

Just remember
What you seek is more than home
Don’t forget now
The owl’s quiet cry
Heed the calling
For it may pass you just this once
And having passed you never come again


Dawn is breaking
Light spills out across the cold dark sky
And you discover
A peace you’ve never known before
A quiet inner light

So you pack up
Leave the ground the way you found it
On your shoulders
Everything you’ve ever owned
And you look back
For a moment, just forever,
Then turn away and walk against the wind


Today’s reading…

Singer-songwriter Janis Ian weighs in on the subject of music sharing on the Internet:

“I don’t pretend to be an expert on intellectual property law, but I do know one thing. If a music industry executive claims I should agree with their agenda because it will make me more money, I put my hand on my wallet…and check it after they leave, just to make sure nothing’s missing.”

Silly News Story of the Day

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