Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
— John Milton, “Song on a May Morning”, 1660

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2012.05.08
• Wilde Roast (Map)

See you on the 8th!

Nothing like waiting until the last minute:

"OVER the land is April,
Over my heart a rose;
Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain,
Love, do you hear me sing?

By highway, love, and byway
The snows succeed the rose.
Over the high, brown mountain
The wind of winter blows.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain
I sound the song of spring,
I throw the flowers of spring.
Do you hear the song of spring?
Hear you the songs of spring?"
— Robert Louis Stevenson

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2012.04.10
• Chatterbox Cafe, Saint Paul, MN

Directions are here Google Maps if anyone needs them.

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plowboy is whooping-anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
The rain is over and gone!

— William Wordsworth

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2012.03.13
• Wilde Roast (Map)

See you on the 13th!

Being that tomorrow is our usual Geek Gather night and tomorrow is also Valentine’s Day, I figured we’d skip Geek Gather this month.

Back to our normal schedule in March.

"Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer
The supper and knives of a mood.
In the sniffed and poured snow on the tip of the tongue of the year
That clouts the spittle like bubbles with broken rooms,
An enamoured man alone by the twigs of his eyes, two fires,
Camped in the drug-white shower of nerves and food,
Savours the lick of the times through a deadly wood of hair
In a wind that plucked a goose,
Nor ever, as the wild tongue breaks its tombs,
Rounds to look at the red, wagged root.
Because there stands, one story out of the bum city,
That frozen wife whose juices drift like a fixed sea
Secretly in statuary,
Shall I, struck on the hot and rocking street,
Not spin to stare at an old year
Toppling and burning in the muddle of towers and galleries
Like the mauled pictures of boys?
The salt person and blasted place
I furnish with the meat of a fable.
If the dead starve, their stomachs turn to tumble
An upright man in the antipodes
Or spray-based and rock-chested sea:
Over the past table I repeat this present grace."
— Dylan Thomas, January 1939

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2012.01.10
• Chatterbox Cafe, Saint Paul, MN

Directions are here Google Maps if anyone needs them.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

— "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost

Reminder: Wilde Roast has moved. They are now in Riverplace (St. Anthony Main) in Picasa’s old space, a couple doors East of Kikugawa. Most places validate parking if you use the ramp immediately to the North (2nd and Bank). I figure we’ll try the new location once to see how it goes and wing it from there. I was down the road at the Aster Cafe Saturday Night and validated parking only cost me $1.

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2011.12.13
• Wilde Roast (Map)

See you on the 11th!

P.S.: (Yes, I used the same poem last year, it’s one of my favorites.)

“No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds–
November!”
— Thomas Hood

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2011.11.08
• Chatterbox Cafe, Saint Paul, MN

Directions are here Google Maps if anyone needs them.

See you Tuesday!

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne

Reminder: Wilde Roast has moved. They are now in Riverplace (St. Anthony Main) in Picasa’s old space, a couple doors East of Kikugawa. Most places validate parking if you use the ramp immediately to the North (2nd and Bank). I figure we’ll try the new location once to see how it goes and wing it from there. I was down the road at the Aster Cafe Saturday Night and validated parking only cost me $1.

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2011.10.11
• Wilde Roast (Map)

See you on the 11th!

“The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if newborn;
There was nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2011.09.13
• Chatterbox Cafe, Saint Paul, MN

Directions are here Google Maps if anyone needs them.

See you Tuesday!

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy’s rich
And your mama’s good lookin’
So hush little baby now
don’t you cry

One of these mornin’s
You’re gonna rise up singin’
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky

But til that mornin’
Ain’t nothin’ can harm you
With your daddy
And your mammy
standin’ by.”
— George Gershwin and Dubose Heyward, Porgy and Bess

Reminder: Wilde Roast has moved. They are now in Riverplace (St. Anthony Main) in Picasa’s old space, a couple doors East of Kikugawa. Most places validate parking if you use the ramp immediately to the North (2nd and Bank). I figure we’ll try the new location once to see how it goes and wing it from there. I was down the road at the Aster Cafe Saturday Night and validated parking only cost me $1.

• Geek Gather
• 6:30pm
• Tuesday 2011.08.09
• Wilde Roast (Map)

See you on the 9th!