One of the joys of carpal tunnel syndrome is that you get to use voice recognition software, which leads to some strange misunderstandings. Almost invariably, you end up making some sort of slurring your speech, because not everyone can talk like a newscaster (which the software recommends for excellent dictation). This isn’t so much a problem when you’re writing an e-mail, because you can prove the e-mail before you send it. But when you’re talking to a friend on Google talk, and you want to keep up the pace of conversation, you’ll almost always say something embarrassing in print that was perfectly innocuous when you spoke aloud.

The proof of one’s manliness is his willingness to make these mistakes in his blog entries, and leave them uncorrected.

Here is a poem that have been wanting to share with you for a few days:

Logical Games for the Unbeliever

All night I kept solving for G.
Now, through this dark morning,
the equation escapes
at the set speed of light.

There are so many things I don’t understand. The future
comes and it’s no longer excited
to be here.

There are so many things I can’t know. My old friends,
are they happy?

That small square of light

I went and sat inside it
and my heart lifted,
I swear it.

–Olena Kalytiak Davis