Today was a good day.

The shorter they are, the harder they punch.

I’ll write you this poem
As my way to show ‘em
The highest you hold little piece of my heart

A lilt and a beat
A jig with my feet
Do dance with me lightly and slightly apart

My life on a string
My smile does sing
A happier story remaining in sight

Forget about worry
Keep not in a hurry
Enjoying each moment I’m within your light

For pleasanter days
I exit this haze
And plot a course starward, escaping the night

Then spotting an end
Becoming a friend
The end and beginning are one in the same

Others may seem too good to be true. I shall strive to be too true to be good.

It is said that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I could not find a similar axiom for women, so I offer the following:

While the quickest way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, the surest way to a woman’s heart is through her sternum.

Sometimes when I sit down to play the piano for myself, I wish there was somebody else there to listen. Someone to sit quietly and to enjoy the occasionally beautiful music I play. I would like to touch her heart through the piano keys and move her to joy, anger, tears, elation. I put so much of myself into my piano playing at times, it’s a shame there’s nobody else around to listen. But I am very private about my music. It’s a very personal thing.

Whoever my future wife is I hope she appreciates my music.

“All is fair in love and war.”

For a while now I have pondered this idiom. What does it mean exactly? Are people in love and people in warfare allowed to behave outside of the norms? Is it somehow acceptable to dispose of one’s moral and ethical codes of conduct when the stakes are so high? Perhaps it is merely a mantra of the lovelorn used to justify inconsiderate action in the pursuit of the coveted.

Or perhaps this idiom is not a justification as much as it is an observation on the human condition. Nothing drives us to such extreme measures as love and war. But where some see an ex post facto defense, I see an opportunity to distinguish one’s self as above reproach. To stick to one’s principals under such stress would demonstrate a clarity of character and an evolved ethic. To pursue one’s own life, liberty, or happiness at the expense of another’s is no just cause, no matter how popular is the turn of phrase raised in its defense.

Well, there’s a first time for everything. I was driving south on Wadsworth past 1st Ave just now in the #1 lane and a lady in a plateless blue Caravan just changed into my lane. Not ahead of me, not behind me, right next to me! I couldn’t tell if she signaled or not (because she was right next to me, hence I couldn’t see her signals), all I know is that she crossed over the line (like so many folks do with narrow lanes) so I drifted left a little bit, but instead of correcting herself—and greatly to my surprise—she kept going! Needless to say, I did too. Right into the turn lane. I honked for a good three seconds. She kept going like she never saw me. The lady behind me saw the whole thing and later when she pulled alongside to make a right turn, she looked at me and shrugged. I shook my head.