Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade; yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask The tale he loves to tell. Rude spirits of the seething outer strife, Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, Deem, if you list, […]
Category: Connecting
Baby, walk the walk
D responded quickly to my little nudgeback earlier. And she’s sticking by her guns: But, dang it, this time I am not wrong. Good on you, Dorothea. I like people who stand their ground. I rarely do so it’s very refreshing for me to see it in others. However, I have to respectfully disagree with your assessment that software can […]
Too much noise, too much chatter
A weblog I’ve been following forever is Dan Lyke’s Flutterby. Dave Winer pointed out an item at the Weblog User’s online discussion forum where Dan mentions that he’s been having problems with comments lately: I always thought I wanted a daily readership of 10,000 or so, but recently I and my co-contributors made a few comments about the war, one […]
Broken Tongue
I received two emails addressed to a group of people today and with both I managed to antagonize someone; in the first by attempting a joke that seems to have bombed, and in the second by assuming the email that was sent was a joke and responding in kind. As much as I love individual […]
Disembodied voices
Before I get into the true topic of this posting, I did want to clarify that, no, I did not take my clothes off and go prancing naked among the poison ivy leaves. I thought it was important to make that clarification. (In actuality, what got me was what I thought was a harmless dead […]
