Songify is the new Versificator

Life is burdensome, but it is still lovely. I know our fallenness has wrought havoc, but God's goodness still reverberates in space-time.

My eye is twitching; I don't know why. Also, my iPad is ratchet – as they say.

I should probably be reading or writing about Werbel. Perhaps after I've finished 1984, I'll replace it with Werbel.

I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like moving either, but I still managed to put a lot of stuff in my car.

I miss Man-Time Poetry Time. We only met so very few times, but they were powerful. I remember one Valentine's Day where we went around taping up a high-quality poem next to some feeble poem that some bloke had posted. I remember a number of times when we went strolling along the nearby stream to find a place to share our poems.

Steven and I are beginning to reconnect.

I have heard that Randall is nearly through a certain season.

We may get to reconvene in the near future. I hope.

1984 is dangerous: I've begun questioning the validity of everything. The most recent category has been music. In his book, Orwell describes the "versificator," a computer that combines random, rhyming phrases that have no ultimate meaning. Note that Orwell wrote his book in the year 1948. Note that, in the year 2016, we have Songify.

I hope someone lends me Brave New World so that I can read it too.

I feel this nagging need to read or write something about Werbel. I also feel this lazy urge to do nothing.

I started writing a poem:

A jack of all trades

And master of none

Is better than

A master of one.

A jack of most trades

And master of few

Is better than

The previous two.

Perhaps I shall leave it right there: two, quippy sentences. It seems to be lacking something though.

I'm thinking too hard. I'm going to write a sketch of some random thingamabob.