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		<title>The Perfect Valentine&#8217;s Day Dinner</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 14:57:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Carey and I celebrated Valentine&#8217;s Day yesterday.  Valentine&#8217;s Day is a special day for me because it is the first holiday Carey and I ever celebrated together.   We started dating December 27th of 2007, were apart on New year&#8217;s Eve, and so Valentine&#8217;s Day was the first opportunity I had to celebrate a holiday [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=982&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p>Carey and I celebrated Valentine&#8217;s Day yesterday.  Valentine&#8217;s Day is a special day for me because it is the first holiday Carey and I ever celebrated together.   We started dating December 27th of 2007, were apart on New year&#8217;s Eve, and so Valentine&#8217;s Day was the first opportunity I had to celebrate a holiday with Carey.</p>
<p>I tend to take VDay very seriously as a result.  This year, we had the &#8220;Weekend &#8216;O Love,&#8221; meaning we celebrated all weekend.  It started on Friday when I gave Carey an hour-long massage in our bedroom with the lights low and soft jazz playing on the iPad.</p>
<p>Saturday, while she slept in, I went out and got her a big box of chocolates and a dozen roses.  We spent Saturday mostly relaxing, reading, and lounging in bed.</p>
<p>Sunday was the official VDay celebration for us.  Around 1:00pm I handed her a red gift bag and a card.  The card was silly &#8211; something about couples looking alike after time with a picture of two monkeys on it.  The gift was more than she expected.  I have this habit of setting a price limit on gifts, that she agrees to, then going WAY over it for her.  Drives her crazy, but secretly she loves it.</p>
<p>For months, Carey had been mentioning that she likes sapphires.  Every time we went to the mall she&#8217;d swing by the jeweler and look at the sapphires.  She mentioned over and over again that she liked them but really didn&#8217;t see the value in getting one right now.  Yeah, right.  I know a passive hint when I hear it.</p>
<p>So I bought her a sapphire and diamond necklace, on a thin chain of white gold.  I knew I did right when she saw it, gasped, and threw hand over her mouth.</p>
<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day was off to a good start.  The only thing left to do was the VDay dinner.  One of our favorite restaurants is <strong><a href="http://www.texasdebrazil.com/" target="_new">Texas de Brazil</a></strong>.  If you haven&#8217;t been to Texas de Brazil you are doing yourself a serious injustice.  It is, bar none, the best steakhouse I have ever been to.  The meat beats Houston&#8217;s, Ruth&#8217;s Chris, and Morton&#8217;s.</p>
<p>Let me describe the experience.  You have to make reservations or else you&#8217;re waiting 90+ minutes to get seated.  You had better valet the car when you get there or else you&#8217;ll spend 30 minutes trying to park.  It&#8217;s that popular.  When we got in, gave our name to the hostess, and made our way to the bar, we were almost elbow to elbow with other patrons waiting to get in.</p>
<p>Everything about Texas de Brazil is about a fine dining experience.  They have a premium selection of liquors and wines, from <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_XIII_de_R%C3%A9my_Martin" target="_new">Louis XIII Black Pearl</a></strong> cognac at $180.00 for 1.5oz to <strong><a href="http://www.silveroak.com/" target="_new">Silver Oak</a></strong> Cabernet for $250.00 a bottle, to the best luxury cigars this side of the Cuban embargo..  As tempting as it was to get a bottle of my favorite wine, we opted for more reasonably priced Cabernet and Riesling at the bar at around $12.00 a glass.</p>
<div id="attachment_984" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://binarybiker.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/screen-shot-2011-02-14-at-9-02-34-am.png"><img class="size-medium wp-image-984" title="Just one of the great mets served at Texas de Brazil" src="http://binarybiker.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/screen-shot-2011-02-14-at-9-02-34-am.png?w=300&#038;h=263" alt="Just one of the great mets served at Texas de Brazil" width="300" height="263" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Just one of the great meats served at Texas de Brazil</p></div>
<p>After we were called to be seated, our server, Oscar, took great pains to make us comfortable and explain how Texas de Brazil works.  We had been there before, but the premise does need explaining for those of you not familiar.</p>
<p>You are encouraged to try the salad bar before the main course.  This can be tricky, because the salad bar is amazing.  It&#8217;s not just salad; it&#8217;s meats, cheeses, pastas, and seafood.  If you&#8217;re not careful you&#8217;ll fill up on the salad bar and be too full for the meats.</p>
<p>After you are done with the salad bar, you are given a clean plate and a card.  The card is red on one side and green on the other.  This is important.  You don&#8217;t order a meal at Texas de Brazil.  You turn your card over so it is green and wait for the magic to begin.  There are dozens of servers walking the restaurant with huge, sizzling, skewers of meat from the kitchens.  When they see a green card facing up, they stop by your table and offer you some of the meat.  You get prime rib, new york strip, parmesan pork, parmesan chicken, roast pork, lamb chops, ribs, sausages, and more!  When your plate is full, or you need a break, just flip your card over so the red side is facing up.</p>
<p>Every meal comes with 2 sides; mashed potatoes and candied bananas.  And of course you can go back to the salad bar as often as you like.  And of course you can eat as much meat as you like.</p>
<p>The meat is simply amazing.  Savory, salty, rich, full-flavored &#8211; it&#8217;s cooked and seasoned to perfection.  I must have eaten six pounds of meat.</p>
<p>After we ate our fill of meats, we forced ourselves to partake of the yummy deserts.  I had the pecan pie and Carey had the creme brule.</p>
<p>After an hour and half, we spent about $180.00 on dinner (with tip and valet).  It was well worth it.  Each plate was $50.00, but add on the wine and desert and we quickly racked up a nice bill.  Texas de Brazil is not for everyday casual dining, but if you want to treat someone special to an amazing meal, this is the place to go.</p>
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		<title>If You Could Only See</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If You Could Only See If you could only see inside of me when I push you away use my anger to fuel a stubborn desire; when I sulk behind steamy eyes that dare anyone to start something with me &#8211; I&#8217;m begging for your laughter and your smile If you could only see behind [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=697&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1><strong>If You Could Only See</strong></h1>
<p>If you could only see<br />
inside of me</p>
<p>when I push you<br />
away<br />
use my anger to fuel<br />
a stubborn desire;<br />
when I sulk behind<br />
steamy<br />
eyes that dare<br />
anyone to start something<br />
with me &#8211; I&#8217;m begging<br />
for your<br />
laughter and your smile</p>
<p>If you could only see<br />
behind this facade</p>
<p>when I don&#8217;t<br />
clam up<br />
and monopolize the conversion<br />
when I pontificate<br />
passionate<br />
and outlandish statements<br />
that no one cares to hear<br />
I&#8217;m pleading<br />
for your<br />
kiss</p>
<p>If you could only see through<br />
the broken window of my soul</p>
<p>when I succumb<br />
to uncertainty and<br />
doubt<br />
when I over-analyze every<br />
niggling detail and<br />
lose focus on the<br />
important things<br />
when I forget how to<br />
enjoy the moment<br />
I am entreating you<br />
to pull me<br />
close</p>
<p>If you could only see<br />
how much I love you</p>
<p>(c) 08/18/2010 Ron Sparks</p>
<p><em>Dedicated to my love, <a href="http://www.careysparks.com" target="_blank">Carey Sparks</a>.</em></p>
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		<title>Carey Has a Blog!</title>
		<link>http://binarybiker.com/2009/04/09/carey-has-a-blog/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The love of my life apparently feels that I exaggerate and am not 100% honest in my blogs; especially when I describe how she smacks me in the back of the head or uses her laser-like sarcasm as she trods me underfoot. She has created her own blog to refute my &#8220;blatant exaggerations&#8221; and to [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=153&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The love of my life apparently feels that I exaggerate and am not 100% honest in my blogs; especially when I describe how she smacks me in the back of the head or uses her laser-like sarcasm as she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">trods</span> me underfoot.</p>
<p>She has created her own blog to refute my &#8220;blatant exaggerations&#8221; and to write about the wackiness in her life.  In truth, having read her first two entries &#8211; I am very excited.  She is a great writer, she has an easy-to-read style, and she&#8217;s pretty darned funny to boot.</p>
<p>Check out her blog!</p>
<p><a href="http://WWW.careysparks.com"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:130%;">The Binary Princess</span></a></p>
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		<title>What Happy Couples Argue About</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Carey and I are blissfully happy as we live our life, plan a marriage, and just love each other and our family. Still, every couple has their disagreements and Carey and I are no exception. In our time together we&#8217;ve never had a fight, we&#8217;ve never raised our voices to each other, and we&#8217;ve certainly [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=129&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Carey and I are blissfully happy as we live our life, plan a marriage, and just love each other and our family.  Still, every couple has their disagreements and Carey and I are no exception.  In our time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">together</span> we&#8217;ve never had a fight, we&#8217;ve never raised our voices to each other, and we&#8217;ve certainly never gone to bed angry.</p>
<p>But we have had a tense moment or two.  And they are invariably over silly things.  I suppose a happy couple find the silly things imminently more entertaining to argue over than the non-silly things.</p>
<p>Take yesterday, for example.  Carey and I had an argument that lasted like two hours.  It wasn&#8217;t tense.  We laughed even as we argued, but we were both definitely irritated at one another.  What were we arguing about?  This:</p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><img src="http://www.infendo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/animal-crossing-wii.jpg" alt="Animal Crossing: City Folk for the Wii" /></div>
<p>Yes.  We argued over a video game.</p>
<p>Let me give you some background.   When you first play the game, you create a town.  That town is the town all players on that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wii</span></span> console live and play in.  Our town is called &#8220;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sparksty</span></span>.&#8221;</p>
<p>That means that if I log in as my character (named &#8220;Dude&#8221;) and pick up items lying around town, those items are not available for Carey&#8217;s character (named &#8220;Princess&#8221;) when she logs in.</p>
<p>So we play every day and new items appear every day.  When we play, we&#8217;re always together.  Since only one person can play at a time, we watch each other play.</p>
<p>So now you have the background.  Let me detail out the argument (edited for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">brevity</span>):</p>
<p>Carey:  (watching Ron play) &#8211; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">oooh</span></span>, what&#8217;s that item you just picked up our of the recycle bin?</p>
<p>Ron: (looking) &#8211; it&#8217;s a &#8220;Classic Desk.&#8221;</p>
<p>Carey: (excited) Can I have it?  My house is decorated with the &#8220;Classic&#8221; collection and I need that desk.</p>
<p>Ron:  I could sell it for 2,500 Bells (dollars), but of course.  Since you need it I&#8217;ll drop it in the mail for you.  When you log in next it will be there for you.</p>
<p>Carey:  Thanks, honey.  I love you!</p>
<p>Ron: Love you too (his character writes a letter to Carey&#8217;s and sends the desk in the mail)</p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">~~time passes and the above scene repeats itself 3-4 times in the span of a week~~</span></p>
<p>Ron: (watching Carey play) &#8211; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OMG</span></span> &#8211; that&#8217;s a SURFBOARD!  I want that.  Don&#8217;t buy it please, honey.  I&#8217;ll go get it when I log in.  That will look great in my house.</p>
<p>Carey: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pppfffft</span></span>.  I want it.  It&#8217;s mine. (she takes the surfboard and puts it in her house)</p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;">~~time passes and the above scene repeats itself with another item~~</span></p>
<p>Ron:  You know that&#8217;s pretty mean.</p>
<p>Carey: What do you mean?</p>
<p>Ron: I wanted that.  I asked you for it.</p>
<p>Carey: But you get to play every day while I work!</p>
<p>Ron: But I don&#8217;t.  You get annoyed if I take all the good things.  I really want that, please give it to me.</p>
<p>Carey:  You&#8217;re kidding me, right?</p>
<p>Ron:  No.  Every time I ask you to give me something you refuse, but I give you things you ask for all the time.</p>
<p>Carey:  This is ridiculous.</p>
<p>Ron:  Yeah &#8211; it&#8217;s just a game, but I think I just won&#8217;t play any more.  Because I <span style="font-style:italic;">am</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">annoyed</span>.</p>
<p>Carey:  You&#8217;re not going to play anymore?</p>
<p>Ron:  It&#8217;s not worth it &#8211; I don&#8217;t want to go back and forth like this and you&#8217;re very competitive.</p>
<p>Carey:  I <span style="font-style:italic;">am</span> competitive.</p>
<p>Ron: I know &#8211; and you have no problems asking me for stuff but you won&#8217;t give me anything.</p>
<p>Carey:  <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OMG</span></span> &#8211; I can&#8217;t <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">believe</span> we&#8217;re arguing over this.  Are you seriously upset?</p>
<p>Ron:  A little.  It&#8217;s frustrating when we don&#8217;t play by the same rules.</p>
<p>Carey:  Just don&#8217;t give me things if I ask <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fo</span></span>r <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">them</span> &#8211; if you want them.</p>
<p>Ron:  But I would always give them to you.  I know you wouldn&#8217;t ask unless you REALLY wanted it.  You wouldn&#8217;t ask for just anything &#8211; only for what&#8217;s important to you.</p>
<p>Carey:  You&#8217;re being over sensitive.</p>
<p>Ron: And you&#8217;re being callous and insensitive.</p>
<p>Carey:    You are such a girl sometimes.</p>
<p>Ron: &#8230;</p>
<p>Carey:  <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ok</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">snookums</span></span>; I&#8217;ll give you something when you ask <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fo</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">r it</span>.  Just don&#8217;t spend it all in one place.</p>
<p>Ron:  Thank you.  ~~whispers~~ <span style="font-style:italic;">meanie-head</p>
<p></span>Carey<span style="font-style:italic;">:   </span>and <span style="font-style:italic;">MY</span> character is named &#8220;Princess?&#8221;  <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sheesh</span></span>.</p>
<p>Ron:   I&#8217;ll out-quip you one day!</p>
<p>Carey:  Don&#8217;t count on it sweetie.  Now be a dear and get me a drink.</p>
<p>Ron:  OK.</p>
<p>This, people, is what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">happy</span> couples argue about.  The entire argument was tongue-in-cheek, but we WERE annoyed at each other.</p>
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		<title>A Pun is the Highest Form of Humor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey. This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed: Ron: I&#8217;m really excited about writing again. I&#8217;ve had a story idea running through my mind all [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=78&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey.  This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed:</p>
<p>Ron: I&#8217;m really excited about writing again.  I&#8217;ve had a story idea running through my mind all weekend.</p>
<p>Carey: You should write about that dream you had last week where I had shark DNA.</p>
<p>Ron:  Ummmmmm. . .  I don&#8217;t think so.  That story would . . . bite.</p>
<p>Carey:  No seriously, babe, I think it&#8217;s something people could really . . . sink their teeth into.</p>
<p>Ron:  Nah &#8211; that story would be too . . . deep . . . for most people.</p>
<p>Carey:  No need to be so . . . crabby  . . .  about it.</p>
<p>Ron:  Sorry.  I . . . . eel  . . .  badly now.</p>
<p>Carey:  Holy mackerel.  That was bad!</p>
<p>Ron:  Watch it, you&#8217;re sailing into murky waters now.</p>
<p>Carey:  So you should stop . . . floundering . . . with these bad puns.</p>
<p>Ron:  What?  You think I should just roll over and hide in my shell?</p>
<p>Carey:  ~groans~  Go to sleep!</p>
<p>Ron:  Ok.  Remind me tomorrow morning that I have to  . . . tuna . . .  piano at my parents house.</p>
<p>Carey: ~laughing~ Who DOES this?</p>
<p>Ron:  Just us.</p>
<p>Carey:  Goodnight, sweetheart.</p>
<p>Ron:  Good night honey.  ~reaches over and scratches her back~  Is your back . . .  urchin?</p>
<p>Carey:  I&#8217;m begging you to stop!!!!</p>
<p>Ron:  Ok &#8211; don&#8217;t be crabby.</p>
<p>Carey:  I already said that.</p>
<p>Ron: No you didn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>Carey:  Yes I did, now please, please, please, let me go to sleep.  ~kisses me and gives me the &#8220;or else&#8221; look~</span></p>
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		<title>Poets and Thieves</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[between each sunset and sunrise,in those dark hours in which only poets and thieves thriveI have wrestled not with mydemonsnor have I allowed mysomnolent eyes lure me to sleepI have labored in thesenocturnal hourswith the notion of trying todiscoverthe perfect expression ofwhat I feelfor you The oft over-used wordbandied about gaily, freely,and withoutconsequenceby those very [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=77&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">between each sunset and sunrise,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in those dark hours in which only </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">poets and thieves thrive</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have wrestled not with my</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">demons</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nor have I allowed my</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">somnolent eyes lure me to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have labored in these</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nocturnal hours</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">with the notion of trying to</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">discover</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the perfect expression of</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">what I feel</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">you</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">The oft over-used word</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">bandied about gaily, freely,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and without</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">consequence</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">by those very poets and thieves</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">who roam the night is &#8220;love&#8221; -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a word stolen </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">(for poets are thieves)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and maligned,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">misunderstood, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and made meaningless</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">by those who cannot</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">well employ it</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love the fragrant and rich</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">aroma</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">of fresh-coffee brewed </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in the early morning hours and</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love the spontaneous</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sound </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">of a young and happy child brought</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to laughter quite unexpectedly</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love dark and cloudless winter</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">skies</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">where the stars shine bright </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">enough to cast </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">shadows at </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">my feet and in your eyes </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love to ride </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">my motorcycle</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for miles in the cool night air</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">with your arms </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">wrapped around my waist</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">These things I love</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I confess I am a poor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">poet</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and I have not the wits to</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">be a thief </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">therefore I cannot</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">lay claim to a broken</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and barren </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">word that has</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">so many</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">meanings </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">that it means</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nothing</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">What then, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">shall I call what we share?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">    (c) Ron Sparks 06/10/08</span></span></p>
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		<title>A Small Fish</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a small fishtrappedat thebottomof a scum-covered pondmight, just might,understand how I feelwhen you talk to meor even simplysmile at meit&#8217;s as if thesunhas broken throughthe algae blanketand cast it&#8217;s light upona cold and lonelyunderwater tableaugone too long in darkness;warm light andbrilliantimages take my breathawaybecause I know that Icrossed your mindif only for a momentlike the [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=75&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a small fish</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">trapped</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at the</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">bottom</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">of a scum-covered pond</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">might, just might,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">understand how I feel</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">when you talk to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">or even simply</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">smile at me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">it&#8217;s as if the</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">has broken through</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the algae blanket</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and cast it&#8217;s light upon</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a cold and lonely</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">underwater tableau</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">gone too long in darkness;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">warm light and</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">brilliant</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">images take my breath</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">away</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">because I know that I</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">crossed your mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">if only for a moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">like the sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">upon that</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">happy little</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">fish</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">    (c) Ron Sparks 01/12/08</span></span></p>
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		<title>Tossing and Turning</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[two in the morningis a terrible time to think -each second of the clock torments me;the silence between eachtick s t r e t c h e sinto infinity -thejackhammerof eachmechanizedmovement assaults me with near-deadlyforce. a slight displacementin the darkness andshe accommodates my newposition -her lithenaked formpressed firmly against memy body reacts withpredictable response I [&#8230;]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=binarybiker.com&#038;blog=11373818&#038;post=73&#038;subd=binarybiker&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">two in the morning</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">is a terrible time to think -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">each second of the clock torments me;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the silence between each</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">tick  s t r e t c h e s</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">into infinity -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">jackhammer</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">of each</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">mechanized</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">movement assaults me with near-deadly</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">force.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">a slight displacement</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in the darkness and</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">she accommodates my new</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">position -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">her lithe</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">naked form</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pressed firmly against me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">my body reacts with</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">predictable response</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I count the infinite seconds until her</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">breathing</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">returns to normal</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">waiting</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">thinking</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">not prepared for the</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">intensity of her closeness -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">not worthy of it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">my torment completely</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">consumes -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a scarred and broken</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">man &#8211; Quasimodo -</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">lying next to an</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">earthly angel</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">knowing that each</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">second</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">is a gift and trying</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to live a lifetime</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in each</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">tick of the</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">clock.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">    (c) Ron Sparks 12/30/07</span></span></p>
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