30 December 2011

For the love of tamales

     When the Mrs. and I started dating our favorite place to go for dinner was Efrain's Taqueria in Hagerstown.  Efrain's wife, Hannah, made the best tamales east of the Mississippi.  They had a golden hue and a savory flavor to them that no other tamale I've encountered since could match.  We loved those little corn-flour husk-wrapped meat-filled cakes de cielo that Efrain's catered our rehearsal dinner, and we got the very last tamales ever made under the Efrain's name. ¡Ayi, que doloroso!

     Since then I have been working on my own recipe.  Starting with guidance from cookbooks on hand and Internet resources, I have put together a toolkit of seasonings, masa, meat, cornmeal and veggies that has produced some mighty fine tamales, so much so as a colleague of mine from New Mexico said it as like being back in the desert when he tasted one. That's high praise. I was humbled, yet victorious.

     But why do I write now of tamales? The once arduous task has been distilled down into the work of an afternoon and evening, surely there are no more tales of heroism to be told, of meats that flake apart at a sharp glance or masa so smooth and rich that you want to brush your teeth with it. No, dear reader, this is no tale of heroic effort or lengthy boasting of skill (though I can see where you might get that impression); it is a tale of discovery.  Of mystery unlocked, problem solved.  You see, I believe the missing ingredient to have been all a long a seasoning that has been hiding in the International aisle of my local supermarket.  The one, the only, amarillo.  It was $1.50 for a small container, so I bought some when I went for more corn oil and husks and vegetable stock and vegetables themselves to fill the hand-wrapped masa in husks.

     I've tasted the unsteamed masa and it is good, but I haven't tried a steamed tamale yet to know if I've truly found the secret.  If I've not discovered the true answer, I welcome your correction or insight, because I am in search of that tamale lost lo these 4 years.  It's been a delicious and educational journey, señores, but if I could set down the ultimate recipe on paper I would gladly turn my experimental insight to other things.  And now I want tamales for lunch.  I think I will do that. Vaya con Dios, amigos.

     UPDATE: They need salt. ay carumba.

03 December 2011

Wherein I'm not sure if I'm clever about cars

The alternative might very well be true.

     I've never been a car guy; I like to drive, and I like to go fast, but beyond the basics that every man needs to know (tire changing, what a carburetor looks like, the proper way to make sure the other guy know you're flipping him the bird) I never got too much into cars.  But I can change my own light bulbs.

     My driver's side tail-light -- both bulbs -- had been blown since my last oil change.  Until the State Police kindly suggested (written warning) that I take care of that I had completely failed to do anything about it. I had 2 bulbs out, and bulbs come in 2 packs (IN THE CITY -- CALIFORNIA -- IN THE … what?  Right.  2 pack, not TuPac RIP) so no big deal that the new bulbs had 1 connector on the bottom, but one of the bulbs being replaced had 2.  It worked, I went home satisfied.

     The next (Wednesday) morning the car would not downshift when accelerating, making the trip to work via the interstate a challenge.  I knew it couldn't have been related to the light bulb (right?), but must be whatever the SERVICE ENGINE SOON light had been indicating for some months getting worse.

     Thursday, thanks to the added insult of a flat tire, I took US 40 to MD 355 to work.

     This sequence of events happened Friday:

  1. I left the car at Hamilton Nissan for service.
  2. The team there did a lot of work.
  3. I picked the car up after 5 on Friday after Jared (@smplnerd) dropped me off.
  4. I drove off the lot and the problem was still there.
  5. I drove back, took the tech/mechanic for a quick spin around the block.
  6. He confirmed the problem.
  7. He conferred with his boss while I played some Angry Birds.
  8. I was asked to bring it back Monday and I'd get a free loaner.
  9. I went home and popped out the bulb mentioned above.
  10. I left to pick up Brad (@AnotherBrad) for an evening out.
  11. The car began working properly.

     My hypothesis is that the ECM uses the closed circuit of an ON brake-light to partially determine whether to allow for downshifting for acceleration, because trying to rev the engine with the brake applied is a great way to wear out your brakes right quick, plus other stuff that I could go on about if I were a car guy.

     I've already contacted Hamilton to tell them I won't be back in and why, and made sure to thank them, and I want everyone to know how great they were through the whole thing. I wish I could say they were paying me to write this, but truthfully they've been pretty good to me over the past 5+ years and they deserve my thanks and endorsement.

     So, reader(s, if I'm lucky), I'm not sure if I should feel clever for figuring it out, or foolish for not buying the right bulb in the first place (rectified that issue this morning) after noticing the difference at 7pm on a dark late November evening after a 2+ hour commute and just wanting the lights to work so the cops (just doing their job) could leave me alone. How's that for justification?

31 October 2011

Wherein I offer McDonald's some free advice

There are many things to consider when running a business, and everyone knows that McDonalds has a corporate secret sauce that rivals the creamy goodness on a big Mac. Unfortunately it doesn't always trickle down to their front line store staff.
There is one store in Hagerstown that has consistently failed to get right my coffee order since they began offering their mcCafe espresso-based drinks. I suppose most are buying the sugar and calorie laden mocha drinks, but all I want is some espresso in a cup. 2 shots of the stuff. Asking for this at a McDonald's in the “drive-thru” will have you met with dead air and blank stares, never mind the mystery-cup that awaits you when you get to the pickup window. Why is this so, when it's obvious that McDonald's is after Starbucks' business?
You can order a ridiculous number of variations on the old beef and bread combination that is the hamburger, but don't ask for two shots of espresso in a single cup. It's inconceivable to this staff that you might want more than one of a thing in the same cup. How can they handle so many quarter-pound permutations without breaking a sweat but fail to comprehend the words “I'd like two shots of espresso in one cup”? Maybe I should call it “expresso” (that’s the one thing this morning's window worker got right).
Maybe they are confused by the simplicity of it? Is the failure one of comprehension or is it a more corporate failure? Did someone at the corporate level, whomever is responsible for deciding what goes into the computer system, fail to realize that someone might want to drink more than one shot at a time? Did the person making the training video for espresso drinks (they had a video for EVERYTHING when I worked there in the 90’s - thank you, please drive through), or are the people working there simply too obtuse to work it out?
My hypothesis is that it has much more to do with a leadership failure rather than some deficiency in the employees themselves. The folks working at a McDonald's may or may not be tomorrow's trauma docs (I know someone like that) or fabulous Internet essayists (ahem), but they know how to get stuff done when it comes to McThings, which is why this is always so frustrating when I try to place my order. My first time through, years back, I made the mistake off trying to order an Americano. I'll not soon make that mistake again.
McDonald's, if you’re going to sell high end coffee drinks to people, if you want to eat Starbuck’s roasted lunch, then you need to get it right at all levels of offering. It can't be single shots or 10 ingredient drinkzillas; you need to cover the in-between, even if it's two shots of espresso with some hot water added for good measure. Because the thing is, your espresso is really tasty and I like it - and I'm a Starbucks gold card member, so I have a basis for comparison.

27 October 2011

Soon... a poem for All Hallow's Eve

I was visited by the Angel of Death this morning,
I almost ran him over in the rain.
He was crossing the street, I was turning left into the gas station.
As I stopped to refuel he approached me;

You have a tail light out, he said.
I know, I need to get that fixed, I promised.

Then he said something I think was about the weather I didn't, I couldn't understand,
and that he drives a truck.

I'm sorry, I replied, because how often can you ask Death to repeat himself?
He tried again, and this time I stayed quiet; I still couldn't understand,
but perhaps that is better,
for those who know, understand,
those who comprehend Death
must be those who join him.

I filled my tank in silence shared with Death;
I avoided his gaze,
he checked his notes: even Death has a smart phone.
He made no more effort toward me either verbal or mortal,
so I bid good day to Death and drove into the east.
He stood there casually framed against the pumps in western shadow,
clothed in the purples and orange of sunset.
It was not my time.
But I need to get that tail light fixed.

18 October 2011

Gifts for my nephew

     My nephew is a huge fan of all things Mario, and had a nice collection of plush figures started.  For his birthday a month or two ago I was told he'd like to add to his collection.  Ever the obliging uncle I took to Amazon and acquired his desires.  What follows are the reviews for each of the items that I purchased, all of which he was beside himself with joy to receive:


How long one searches for that perfect steed that will eat your bad guys like so many dried out leftovers and render them into eggs to aid in your quest. How one longs for that perfect blend of dinosaur, horse, and well, it's Yoshi!

Yoshi seems fairly well put together, and my nephew certainly did enjoy receiving him as a birthday gift. I kept the doll in plastic to keep it clean, but did handle it through the clear plastic bag in which it was contained. He appears to be sturdily constructed and there doesn't appear to be much of a choking hazard, but caution is always indicated with such toys.

He was a welcome addition to the collection, and will likely be a welcome addition to yours.

Nintendo Yoshi on Amazon.com

Luigi, eternally in the shadow of his brother's fame

Ma and pop weren't planning to have me at first, but my brother Mario needed someone to share his playtime with, a second player if you will. And so I was born to the green, tall and thin, ever the juxtaposition to my brother and his own crimson garb. We share a love for mustaches, overalls, plumbing, and beating the snot out of mythical creatures who somehow always manage to capture our Princess. You think bein' the hero is hard? Try bein' the hero's second banana. Lemme tell ya, Plungers to pasta, it seems like everything I ever had was a hand-me-down from Mario. But I love my brother. He's always good for a few gold coins when you need them, capisce?

Luigi will be good in an older kid's collection, or as a display piece for the grown-up Mario afficionado. The younger child (or adult, you know who you are) who has to put everything into his mouth would not be a good recipient of Luigi, since one could easily aspirate or ingest that fine felt mustache he sports. If you get or receive it for a younger kid, maybe put it on the question-box shelf you know you have in the kid's room. When he's old enough to knock Luigi down, then he's old enough to have him.

Nintendo Luigi on Amazon.com

The Right Castle

We searched low, we searched high. We found Toadstool along the way, my brother and I did. We gained and lost super powers at the hands of blocks and Goombas more time than I care to recount; but we were on a mission. No brick would go unsmashed, no flag unlowered until we found Princess Peach. We would tear down every last stone of the evil Koopa's empire in search of Our Fair Monarch. The King Koopa, Bowser himself, would be made to pay for this offront.
And so we found Peach not in a Koopa castle, but on Amazon. For sale. Thus was her liberty purchased, and she was delivered back to us.
We gave her to our nephew for his 11th birthday, secreting her under Luigi and Yoshi (purchased elsewhere, look for my reviews). He was thrilled to receive her as a gift, the prefect compliment to his growing collection of Mario-themed toys.
We'd recommend her for a mature 4 year old, or an immature 6 year old. There are bits and pieces of her that we can see coming off if tugged by little hands and easily ingested / aspirated. 

Super Mario Plush - 8" Princess Peach on Amazon.com

13 October 2011

You always hurt the one you love: My 2 years with an iPhone 3Gs

Note: I wrote this in the Summer of 2011, awaiting the release of the newest iPhone model that will succeed, but never replace, my iPhone 3Gs and well before Steve Jobs left us.

     As a young child I argued with my Commodore acolyte friend that Apples were superior to his beloved brand, even though I had my own Commodore at home.  Decades passed, and eventually I acquired a second-hand iPod.  And then another.  And then I bought my own iPod.  Along the way I dabbled with the occasional old Apple hardware, had a G3 Blue & White tower as my second machine, and ultimately made The Switch on 2004 when I bought one of the original Mac Minis.  As of this writing, I still own that Mac Mini.  This is a testament to the staying-power of Apple Hardware, which becomes relevant later.

     We're an all-Apple household, my wife and I: a (self-)refurb Macbook Pro, 2 iPad2s (iPads 2?), iPhones in the pocket, and an Airport Express Base Station gets us to the Internet.  When the iPhone was first announced, I carried a Verizon Motorola phone.  I pondered an iPhone when I switched back to AT&T in 2008 but the feature set I wanted wasn't there so I used other not-iPhone handsets.  A Blackberry for a short time, and then a good year or so with a used RAZR that was a trusty and reliable call-maker.  The iPhone models went by: iPhone, iPhone 3G, iPhone 3Gs.

     The iPhone 3Gs: it shoots video, it has 32GB storage space, all on top of all the amazing magic that was already in previous iPhone iterations.  And, it's apparently made from whatever Superman's underwear are made from.

     I have a confession to make:  My name is Rob, and I dropped my iPhone 3Gs into a pond not 2 weeks after buying it.  In my defense, it was my first time in Hawai'i and the volcanic mountain pool into which I dropped my new treasure was in dire need of being photographed, what with the stream that ran through it.  The pictures are on my Picasa page, and for the first time, I can come clean about this photo with the world:

     My iPhone mere minutes after going for a swim.  Some quick thinking and an hour with a hair dryer on no-heat saved my bacon (and my wallet), and I still smile every time I run my finger over the small rough spot on the chrome bezel, the love bite Pele left in my phone.  I never submerged it again, but in the following two years I've lost track of the number of times I've bounced the thing off concrete, tile, concrete tile, poorly carpeted floors, and my own foot.  I can be clumsy is what I'm trying to say, and my iPhone has survived it all.

     There is a small scratch on and some dust under the touch screen, The plastic has worn out and fallen out around the power button, which itself has failed. I recently tore-down my 3Gs after an ill-fated attempt to repair the power button made it stop working altogether. It works now thanks to some aluminun foil, and by works I mean you push on the top of the back case and it functions. The two halves have separated slightly and some dust was inside it (which I blew out during my tear down and rebuild), but this machine still has a lot of fight left in it, and it will soon see its second life as my mother's new iPod Touch 3Gs.

     It's been my second brain, my reference and recording companion; Entertainment, informer, awkward situation avoidance mechanism, communicator, and soon to be put out to pasture, munching on WiFi and playing mom's music and whichever apps she decides to load on it.  I'll have moved on to my new shiny iPhone 4S, running iOS 5 at a snappy pace, taking 8mp pictures with a flash, recording HD video, but always remembering my first iPhone, baptized in Pacific rain water 6,000 miles from home, my constant companion.

     Thanks iPhone, thanks Apple. More than any marketing campaign full of emotional appeal, more than any social status from a logo, I'm a customer because I know that the product I buy is going to last for a long time, come hall (floor) or Hawai'ian water.

11 October 2011

September's Rent - a poem

It is Autumn and the year grows weary;
even the Sun wakes later.
He rises robed in luminescent clouds,
braced against the chill morning air.

Likewise Mother Earth feels it in her bones
as she settles back and draws her resplendent cloak about her:
Gold, brown, orange, crimson
Soon she'll pull on her white winter blanket,
a little better for slumber.

Yet first she turns her leaves and contemplates her ledger,
for September's rent is paid in October:
the Summer's accounts settled in
Gold, brown, orange, crimson.
Green transmuted by the cold, hard air into currency ephemeral
given value only in how it thrills us to behold.

25 September 2011

Always look up when opening a window (a poem)

It was the end of September, when October's first blush can be seen if you're looking for it when I realized that all crockery exists in a state of not-yet-broken.

16 September 2011

My gift to you

     On this my 35th birthday and the start of my vacation I offer you, dear reader, a glimpse into my mind. You've been warned.

     After just over a year (since I began my awesome job down in DC) I recently ended my hiatus from the morning crossword puzzle, finding it to be a fun way to get the brain working before I hit the office every morning.
     This morning, as it is with many, I was stumped by a clue:

15 September 2011

Haiku I have tweeted in the past year or so

     I searched through a timeline of my tweets for "haiku".  I found the below works, collected here for your possibly second installment of enjoyment.

     Some observations:

  1. Apparently my mind is desperate for escape while commuting, because these were all composed during and half are explicitly about travel.
  2. I am unable to remember the proper number of on per line for haiku.  I believe it's 5-7-5, but at times I get confused and do 7-5-5.  
  3. I thought I had posted more than 6, but unless I failed to tag them, this is the lot.

     Without further comment, haiku:

Golden leaves dance on the breeze
downward pirouette
Autumn's leap of faith


Rain rain rain rain rain rain
rain rain water rain
inverted fountain


Sun blasts through dusty window
lungs fill with exhaust
Hell is other cars


Where sunlight has no purchase
all eyes averted
we ride the Metro


Rainy Wednesday is here
train idles pensively so
thirsty trees drink deep


From sunlight into caves gone
Quit poking my ribs! 

09 September 2011

Crisis of faith

     My kingdom for a horse of veracity. 

     The elected leaders of the free countries of this earth are empowered not only by the laws they uphold and create, but also by the faith of those who have sent them to do these things. The faith that a person elected will come together with the other elected representatives of the people to wisely consider all sides of an issue before laws are made or enforced.  The faith that these elected men and women will represent the interests of the constituency that sent them to office and not a constituency of cash or ideology. The faith that these are open-minded people who have been sent to office.  I have lost that faith.

03 September 2011

One of these things is not like the other...

     I posted via Instagram (and subsequently Twitter & Facebook) the following image, taken on the train on my way to work yesterday morning:

One of these things is not like the other

31 August 2011

Wherein I acknowledge a re-design of this site

     Normally I'm writing about something, and then I put those words on this site for you to read.  This time I will put together a few words to comment on the site itself.  It's not something I do often, but a re-working such as this deserves the aforementioned few words of mention.

     The previous site design was reaching for and yet completely missing the point of minimalism, and I've also had a thing for white text on a black background for a long time now. I don't know why.  And then there was the header: after proving to myself that I could make a passable representation of a lego brick in Photoshop, I proceeded to stack that image into the W so familiar to you.  The whole jumbled mess of header and 'design' came together onto this site, looking all too much like something a person with a lot of ambition and not many lego bricks would build and call a house.  I know, I've tried both.  The more I looked at the site, the less I liked it.  And so this.

     It's still very much a work in progress, but hopefully it's easier on your eyes now, and you find the down-toning and re-ordering of elements pleasing.  I'd like to hear what you think.  There's a comment link at the bottom of each post on the site, feel free to use it.
     So for my personal pride / sanity and for your eyesight, I present to you the re-designed Web-Legos, with all thanks to the Lego Corporation  for not forcing me to think up a new metaphor for the site.


26 August 2011

Wherein I wax superstitious

     Football season is nigh upon us, friends, that glorious span of the year where Sunday afternoon is held as sacred as Sunday morning (or Friday night, Saturday at some point, or Tuesdays, depending on your faith or devotion to Domino's pizza specials).  I watched the ultimate in pigskin onanism (don't look it up, mom) last night; the televised pre-season game*.

12 August 2011

How much bracing will I need in 12x earth g?

     For a blog called "Web Legos*", I almost never mention the actual plastic bricks that were and are my favorite toy. A story comes along occasionally that reminds me of this sad fact (my posting paucity, not the favoriteness of the toy).  In this case two of my favorite things (arguably 3), one of them legos*, collide in one event, and so I am compelled to mark the event herein.

10 August 2011

Re-Commission the Enterprise: A not-so-modest proposal

      Looking at a Network World slide show for some uses for the retired Space Shuttles I had an idea; something hinted at in the presentation, but not explicitly stated by its author. To wit: we must return the Enterprise to service. Enterprise was built to show that the shuttle’s design could safely glide back to earth and land, and she did that wonderfully. Concept proven she was partially dismantled and packed off to the Air and Space museum and thus into history. I say this is a waste of an opportunity.

22 July 2011

When customer service goes right

     If you're reading this, odds are you are aware of my need to write. I've also been told by some people that I can be clever, but I'm just trying to get by. Since I've also had no luck with getting traditionally published, I write this blog, I keep a journal, and I've come to find writing reviews for products purchased a nice outlet for some of my irreverence that would be less well suited for the office environs. I can understand writing reviews for gadgets with moving parts or shaving soaps that will result in happy or sad faces, but some reviews seem a little less pressing than others prima facie.

20 July 2011

Wherein I offer an idea for ebooks

     If I were Oprah, eBooks would be my new favorite thing. For a list of their virtues, look anywhere on the Internet; you'll find such a list several times over. Promise. These are why eBooks are my favorite thing, and as a voracious reader, I consume them the way my dog consumes food: as often and in as large a quantity as I am able. As much as I love them, I've identified two problems with eBooks.

19 July 2011

Goodbye Borders

     As much as it is possible to love a large chain store that homogenizes tastes across our vast nation, I have loved Borders. The store combined the best of variegated selection with the feel of a local one off bookstore. Not only for me, but for my marriage, Borders has been a favorite place for the Mrs. and I to go when we want to get out of the house.  Maybe we find a nice new book, maybe we merely browse, but we'd enjoy a cup of coffee, a pastry, and some time together watching the world go by.  And now we'll be watching Borders go by.

28 June 2011

Twitter: Nesting in the Corporate Environment

A few short years after Twitter was no more than a fad for celebrities to comment on their lunch and ensuing aftermath, the micro-blogging service has grown into a valuable source for news, information, and entertainment. I resisted Twitter at first, I really did. I tell myself I did so because I wasn't sure what I would do with it, but it was really because my chosen username was unavailable.  Plus, the pressure 2 think up an observation that's clever / of worth in 140 characters w/o resorting 2 cutesy abbrevs. is hi #KnowWhatIMean (yes the preceding statement is 140 characters). However I dove in once my username was available, worked Twitter into my life, and I now ponder ditching my RSS feeds in favor of an enlarged and segmented Twitter feed. From what I gather in the press, the people running Twitter are working on ways to monetize this service I have come to rely on. So far they have cleverly applied the Internet-standard concept of advertisements as well as paying to promote certain tweets. This is something, but likely not the bales of cash every entrepreneur dreams of, so I ask: What about the corporate market?

14 June 2011

Metro's Rockville Bomb Scare

My Observations

It's been just over a year that I've been riding the Metro, or as I affectionately hashtag it seemingly daily "#WMATA" (Washington Metro Area Transit Authority).  In that year I've been on trains holding in tunnels, hot cars, mildewy cars, and more cars that smell of human waste than I care to recount.  I've skipped stations, missed stops, and had problems with my SmarTrip card.  But I've never had a train reverse direction and go back to the station. Until yesterday.

25 May 2011

Inspired by Spirit, inspired by xkcd, Inspired by Human Ingenuity

The news that NASA is giving up on the Mars rover Spirit made me a little sad this morning.  It's easy to anthropomorphize Spirit and her twin, Opportunity, considering that they have semi-autonomy when it comes to choosing their route yet conversely (am I using that correctly?) that there is a human looking through their electronic eyes, the soul of a rover driver tethered to the robot via radio signals beamed over tens of millions of miles.

It also helps in the anthropomorphizing that Randall Monroe over at the singular, insightful, and entertaining xkcd comic had posted this work (http://xkcd.com/695/) that a friend reminded me of when I mentioned Spirit's declared loss -- we know where she is, we just can't get her to talk back to us.  It's all in the first article I linked.

Saddened yet inspired, I wondered what must be going through the minds of the other probes we have launched into the cosmos, and no explorers so well-traveled as the Voyager twins.  So with apologies and thanks to Mr. Monroe, and in an attempt to return cheer to the hearts of space enthusiasts the world over, I give you the thoughts of either Voyager (and fine, Pioneer X, too) as they hurtle through space ever outward to the stars:

Oh to feel the interstellar medium flowing across my antennae

24 May 2011

Women are Just Like That

The Mrs., if you didn't already know, is a fantastic opera singer, and she has come together with a similarly talented group of singers/actors (and just damn nice people, too) to form an Opera Ensemble, if you were similarly unaware.  They are currently busting their rear-ends to perfect a production of Mozart's Cosi fan Tutte for performances in Junes (see information below).  What follows is the details copied/pasted from the Facebook event I created for the performances, but I was long-winded enough that I wanted to drop it in here, to catch anyone who might not have got the invite for whatever reason.

This is the cultural event of the season, if not the year, for the Tri-state area.  A fully staged opera performed in the open air of HCC's ampitheatre.  Surrounded by trees you will be nestled in stadium-style seating (every seat is a good seat!) to watch professional opera performers sing and act out the story of two pairs of lovers and the ridiculous scheming that occurs so that the guys can win a bet with their mentor that all women "are just like that."

It's sung in Italian and there will be sub-titles projected above the stage in English.

On a personal note, I've seen this opera performed before, and I've been to a few rehearsals for this specific production. It's going to be hilarious as well as musically fantastic.  The last production that Hub Opera performed made the front page of the Herald-Mail, and this show is just as good if not better.  What I'm trying to say is: COME!

The performances dates are:

Friday June 10 @ 8pm
Saturday June 11 @ 8pm

Friday June 17 @ 8pm
Saturday June 18 @ 8pm

It's outside, so the two rain dates are:

Sunday June 12 @ 7pm
Sunday June 19 @ 7pm


Adult: $12
Senior/Student: $8

At the Door:
Adult: $15
Senior/Student: $10

For more information please visit the website:
http://huboperaensemble.org, or Like the Hub Opera Ensemble on Facebook


24 April 2011

Eye Opener

An Easter poem:

No more tea for me, you see
For Christ is Risen!
Alleluia, indeed.

For forty days and for forty nights,
I was in a daze, I had lost my sight.

No coffee, just tea, you see
As Christianity has bidden.
Alleluia? We'd see.

For forty days and for forty nights,
I repented my ways and observed (most of) the rites.

Now coffee, not tea, is in me
You see:


Alleluia, indeed.

22 March 2011

So I Wrote This Book

Almost ten years ago I pondered my writing hobby.  I had written a series of goofy action/adventure shorts and a novella in the same milieu, but I wondered if I had the chops to put together a full-length novel; and more so, did I have the ability to write a story at no point in which does anyone do anything more high-tech than burn a CD nor more action-packed than drive down a highway at speeds slightly above the posted speed limit?  That is, could I write a novel about people? 

17 February 2011

Cymbal and Drum

Cymbal and drum
Overheard thrum
Eager counterpoint
To the clunk of the tracks.

26 January 2011

Wherein I finally get political

I saw this pop up recently in my FaceBook timeline:

"Doesn't make much sense, does it??: Homeless go without eating. Elderly go without needed medicines. Mentally ill go without treatment. Troops go without proper equipment. Veterans go without benefits that were promised. Yet we donate billions to other countries before helping our own first. 1% will re-post and 99% won't. Have the guts to re-post this. I KNOW I'm in the 1%! ♥"

I normally ignore these, but I felt inspired to respond to this. And yes, I work for a company that does International Development, so you could consider me biased, but I'm a programmer and I can program anywhere, so this opinion is only biased to a point. I'd like to think it's a relatively informed opinion.

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