Hey guys,
As you can probably tell from my last post, my computer is broken and in the shop. I will try to make up for the lost days as soon as it returns and hopefully get back to one poem a day.
March 31, 2008
March 29, 2008
March 28, 2008
Geekdom
What makes a geek?
We throw that word around so much,
But am I a geek?
I like what are considered geeky things,
But does that make me something other?
Does it provide an answer to who I am?
What is a geek anyhow?
Does geekdom require obsession?
Is it a need to have things “just so”?
If so, obsessive-compulsives would all be geeks,
But they’re not.
They’re obsessive-compulsives.
Is it specialized knowledge in unpopular areas?
Then all college professors would be geeks,
And comic book geeks and video game geeks
Would not be geeks,
For those things are definitely part of our pop-culture?
Is it otherness,
(A quality I certainly possess),
Like Japanese “otaku”,
Which literally means “outsider”?
Am I a geek?
Am I anything?
Are you?
March 27, 2008
March 26, 2008
Star Trek
I remember when those bluetooth headsets were new.
It wasn’t that long ago.
I saw these two guys trying to out cool each other.
The same way two geeks will try to out do one another
With who has the latest peripheral, or console, or chipset, or the most RAM.
They are talking about how they each had the coolest phone
And which headset was the most expensive.
Neither realized that the damn things make them look
Like Uhura from Star Trek.
March 24, 2008
Frustration
There is nothing more frustrating
Than two geeks
With something new.
Both want to
Show something new.
Both want to
See something new.
Hazards of Geekdom
The problem with being a geek,
And not just someone who REALLY likes video games,
Or computers, or comic books, or fantasy, or sci-fi, or a myriad of other things,
But the socially painful and awkward geek,
The kind that doesn’t really get how to make relationships work,
Be it friendships, more intimate relations, or business,
Is that sometimes it feels as though the computer is the only friend you have,
And it doesn’t matter if that is not true,
What does matter is that it feels that way,
And the problem with the computer is that never, I mean never, says,
“How are you?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I love you.”
March 23, 2008
Autographs
Whenever a band plays
And people are really into it
And the band really rocks out
And the show becomes something
To talk about for ages to come,
They send me to get their autographs.
They say I am fearless
and that I am unafraid of celebrity.
They could not be more wrong.
It is only that the right celebrity
Has yet to show their face to me.
If the Woz, Sid Meier, Peter Molyneux, or Bill Gates
Ever show on up
And stroll through that door,
I will not be able to say a word.
March 22, 2008
Lucifer’s Hammer
It occurred to me
That if an asteroid
Were to come screaming
Into the earth,
Not a little one, mind you,
But a dinosaur killer,
Like the one that created
The Chicxulub Crater,
And the K-T Boundary
What would I do?
Would I party
Like it was XX99?
Would I pray
For eternal salvation?
Would I weep?
Would I do all the things
We are told not to
And are wrong,
Like drugs, or loot, or rape?
So I thought about it,
And all I could think about
Was spending one more night
With you.
March 21, 2008
Steve Jobs
With Apple’s success, many are thinking
They can do away with the niceties
Such as treating your employees well
And listening to their complaints.
That they too can be assholes
And “Park Different”.
That they can yell and scream
And throw temper tantrums
And have the company give them a jet
(Just because they are so nice and deserve it).
But they can’t, and you know why?
There is only one Steve Jobs.
