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The Green Princess
It was an interesting time. I loved the soup! It was Pho, vietnamese but with a french twist. Very fresh vegetables and the atmosphere did have a decidedly European way of it. It might have been the lighting, bright and airy for January or it might have been the mirrors that added to it all. Regardless, upon walking into a crowded dining room, we were seated where a toddler could sit with her mom. This is an important point of the experience, I soon find out. It’s been nine or so years since I’ve had to worry about a wiggly little one during lunch. Because of the mirrors, even if…
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Death By Catfish
Pathology report on a death, Something is not right. Pain where there was none yesterday. Hurry catch those! Hundreds swim at the bottom in clusters, where they are going matters little, I’m hungry! Round them up junior, I’ll help you, never mind untraditional kind, you take the port, I have starboard. A fete of a feast on tender meat, but watch for these spines discovered, They must be positioned just so, watch me junior, one gulp. Now it’s your turn, Eat to your heart’s content. Slow over time, a uncomfortable feeling It nags in night’s resting time, abates with first dawn. Next day is the same, And the next and…
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Signs and Symptoms
Symptoms, clues, spots, A look that disappears within seconds. A slight change of color, The lingering of hesitation, The quickness just a little more sudden, The blind look just a little listless, Bumps that rise and resurface with stress, Clouds that reveal themselves thin and smoky at first, The sight of respiration in the form of condensation, The sniff and drip, sleeve damp Cheeks no longer pinkish but flush with deeper color Heat that radiates from within in the suggestion of fever. Fear surfaces. Red flags, stop signs, traffic lights Heed or ignore? Indicators that show themselves in ribbons and bows Otherwise in a tangled mess. Another form of camouflage…
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Grateful
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Christmas Wishes
I lost a week! It’s closer to Christmas than I thought. The newspaper print of the play, A Christmas Carol in which I was a part, is now part of this Christmas via facebook posts and I can’t believe it. So many years ago in 4th grade, something done just outside of work (schoolwork), more like an extension of playing, would again, actually be a neat thing to be remembered on this Christmas where my daughter is roughly the same age. Time, it is moving fast and ever so slow at the same time. I think of those people I’m connected to on facebook that are from that era of…
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Who Wants…
Who wants change just for change sake? I want deliberate change that furthers the purpose that isn’t exclusive to only one point of view. Oh and would it be okay if we didn’t have them all piece meal as in a change here, a change there, everywhere a change change? I don’t mean to be ungrateful because bug fixes are wonderful but what if we fixed one and caught the other two caused by the fix BEFORE we set it for download? Easier said than done. It means someone doing regression testing. Hard work and quality unite. [Thoughts with the umpteenth app upgrade done on a device.]
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A little lesson on Spam
This is a partial quote from the spam comment folder from a couple of days that caught my eye. …but I am not sure that your terrific job is clearly identified. I did a double take. Criticism goes to the spam folder now? HA! The words were so strange to me that I had to read it a couple of times to really let that sink in. On the third time I noticed that what it REALLY said was: …but I am sure that your terrific job is clearly identified. Ok NOW it sounds a lot more like spam. I inserted <not> into the sentence. This is only evidence to…
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Planting
The oregano plant on my desk is beginning to get green. There are new small baby leaves and a shoot that is really too long, indicative of not enough light, that has stretched toward the lamp with new larger leaves. This means the roots are doing their thing. I’ll be able to cut it back, use the leaves, and still retain this plant. I’m excited about it. The St. John’s wort that sits in a coke bottle full of water is also showing many white roots all through the bottle. It is ready for dirt now I bet, though I’ll leave it in the bottle so that I can see…
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Science and Art
String theory and string cheese incidents bring about the bosom of the boson that is ferm as an ion in the midst of heat, rain or shine. Open or closed, open or closed. Which do we want? Can’t we just have both? Symmetry and order but a chaos that brings on the most brilliant of artistic creations that make up nature. Will it stay hidden in a black hole for another hundred years Or reveal itself out in the open? The fate of the universe or silly marketing? String.
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A fungus among us. Year two, same tree
