Mon Feb 2: The trouble with computers is you play with them.

Mon Feb 2: it was the best of times, also it was the worst of times

Mon Feb 2: I told someone in my dream last night: software moved to the 'cloud' and then it all got bad.

Sat Jan 31: maybe I do like programming, actually. he mused as programming was declared dead.

Fri Jan 30: Doing a crossword this morning for the first time in a long while, sipping on my morning coffee I wondered if there was still time before work for writing -- it's just after midnight. Today is going to be weird!

Wed Jan 28: Imagine if in 1992 you could only call your friend if they also subscribed to MTV. That's the way communication systems feel today.

Mon Jan 26: Well The way Goethe died... "It was about eleven in the morning; "he expired," says the record, "without any apparent suffering, having, a few minutes previously, called for paper for the purpose of writing, and expressed his delight at the arrival of spring."A beautiful death; like that of a soldier found faithful at his post, and in the cold hand his arms still grasped! The Poet's last words are a greeting of the new-awakened Earth; his last movement is to work at his appointed task. Beautiful; what we might call a Classic sacred-death; if it were not rather an Elijah-translation, — in a chariot, not of fire and terror, but of hope and soft vernal sunbeams! It was at Frankfort-on-Mayn, on the 28th of August, 1749, that this man entered the world: and now, gently welcoming the birthday of his eighty-second spring, he closes his eyes, and takes farewell."

Mon Jan 26: Thomas Carlyle: [in death] eternity is seen /looking through time/

Sun Jan 25: snuggle time in kitty town

Wed Jan 21: just because it's not western classical doesn't make it noise