Auilox - Auilox's Discomblogulation

Beautiful photograph. Appears to be baby Hans's christening.

Gustaf Åström with his two-week-old son Hans, 1925, Sweden. Gustaf worked as a teacher.

I actually wish I could've gotten the Legos my niblings grew out of them, but I was busy adulting.

High Definition TV

I've only recently started watching hi-def TV and blu-ray DVDs. I never felt that I was missing anything without them. This time around, I really didn't need to be the first kid on the block to have these things. But I do have to say that I like to be able to read the credits on the TV. Granted, we did get a larger screen, but without the hi-def, I can't read all those blurry, moving letters.

The one thing that I didn't expect was the way it felt to watch programs and movies on the new TV. The crispness gives the picture a feeling of immediacy that wasn't there before, except, perhaps, in soap operas. Actually, that's exactly what it reminds me of: watching a soap opera. The other thing I noticed, and I haven't figured out why this is yet, is that the blu-ray movies seem like they're entirely CGI. I never noticed either of these things while browsing through the TV section of my local electronics store. So what is it that makes it different now that I'm watching it in my home? Let me know if you have an answer to that.

Modern art

The Atchison Weekly Globe, Kansas, April 18, 1912

The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, May 21, 1930

I hate hospitals/where even mountains weep

in the hospital's crowded hallway,

I stand alone

cold steel clatters,

overlapping somber screams

drenched in antiseptic-

the reaper's lullaby.

the worst of it, however, is when

i see a father

he's concrete and rocks,

a pillar of our haven,

the core of a warm hearth.

but his iron heart,

now starts to fracture,

like a sandcastle

facing the wrath of a storm.

he, who once blazed so bright,

shielding us from the cold

now withers, grows pale

his flame, once bold, now a blue ember.

as I gaze upon him,

i ponder the weight he bears;

in his shoes,

what fate awaits I-

a house of cards,

should I, too, bear

even a fraction of his woes.