Author Archives: gnarlyoak

About gnarlyoak

"Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – so numerous around my home – speak to me in an unheard language. Like any person I am the sum of my successes and failures but unlike the masses I have heard the language of the oaks – I found meaning in their forgotten voice." - Song of the Oak

It’s May and the Rain is Falling

It’s May and the Rain is Falling Ryan Griffiths It’s May and the rain is falling; The hills were just going from green to golden But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling. This time before summer – usually … Continue reading

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Economics

Oh how my mind wanders in Econ class. I found this one scribbled on a page in my economics workbook; I don’t even remember writing it! I must have been lost in some serious revery… It was untitled in its … Continue reading

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King of the Hill

Up on my hilltop Looking down on the bay; I see roads, houses, a bridge – All so far beneath me. Up here I am king Of that land below; From my castle at this peak I rule as far … Continue reading

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Advice

I haven’t posted in a while but alas, my muse has finally looked down upon me and seen to it that my creative juices start flowing and the light-bulbs of creation above my head shine brightly; be on the look … Continue reading

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2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health: The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow. Crunchy numbers A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. … Continue reading

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Vans

People look, And some of them say: Those shoes are too old,      Too ugly,           Are they going to mold?                Those must be broken. But no one could ever know,                     Step           By Step These vans have been from Degobah to Vulcan. … Continue reading

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Winter Sun

It was a forlorn curtain That left us hidden from the sky But when the gray velvet lifted A winter sun flew high. Although farther in distance This winter sun keeps its mystic powers still – For I see grass … Continue reading

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