haiku

I've been in kind of a haiku mood today. I never used to care much for the genre, until I encountered one written by a master poet of the Tokugawa era. Translated, it reads:
Holed up for winter
I am the master
Of five crates of wastepaper.

This succinct, wry little poem made me fall in love with poetry, this style particularly, all over again. Although I couldn't hope to reproduce that sort of work, my mind has been coming up with little haiku all day.


( haiku )

*hatreeeed*

Ever since I updated to Panther, OS X Classic has been bugging me to update the Classic version of Quicktime. When I finally got around to doing it, it then told me that the installation would require restarting my computer. It didn't. It only had to restart Classic, leaving OS X untouched. However, it somehow felt the need to quit all my Classic applications -- cancelling all the 36-hour downloads I'd been in the middle of.

*kills Classic*