Reappeared

So I dissappeared for a few months sorry about that. I was getting some stuff done and I didn’t have time to post anything. I still have to update you about my travels and gab about my past but there is always time for that. Consider this a place holder for many new selections and tastes.

My Mistake — by James Richardson

It seems I misspoke, once, an entire roof,
shaded or lit, and unevenly littered
according to the sweep of a slender-needled pine,
and moored by one black wire to a clump of woods
and thence to everything else. I thought it was mine,
and remembered a torrent of birds there
in a morning so early it could have been the first.
But maybe it was the window, heavily in sway,
out of your parents’, out of your sisters’ way,
you had told me of that I was looking through.
Way up, you could make out a future
in which you would tell someone, as now I realize
you tried to, how the sun fed in the shingles,
all day, that near and nearer beast of heat
you slept against, breathless, all your last summer.
Until you packed softly, as if for one night,
and were gone forever. It amazes me.
But I who decide nothing am too often amazed,
and I should have known that window,
so vividly half sky, half slate,
was yours; since all I have left are these paler things
no one else calls love. Pardon, my mistake.

Via: BookofJoe

Mini Record

English orthography by Anonymous

I take it you already know,
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead – it’s said like bed, not bead,
For goodness’ sake, don’t call it ‘deed’!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose –
Just look them up – and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go and thwart and cart –
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Why man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five.

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How to Set Up Your New Mac

from lifehack.org by Joel Falconer

Yesterday, I upgraded from a Mac mini to a shiny new iMac. It’s a big step, not just because my new machine can run all those things my mini never could, and everything else it could run is running ten times faster, because it means I now have to rebuild my system from the ground up.

Sure, I could simply create a disk image of my old machine’s hard drive and restore it to my new machine, or migrate everything over with Migration Assistant (well, if I owned a FireWire cable, anyway), but I don’t like lugging the mess along with me. I think a fresh start is an opportunity to rebuild a snappier, more reliable, and more productive system, so a system library full of old junk is not the best way to start!

I’m not going to talk about how to remove your new Mac from the box and plug the power in. That’s all covered in the manual. But once you’ve turned it on for the first time, what do you do?

New Mini with Drastically Reduced Horsepower

WORDS

by: m.w.

You know I have never been a good writer. Content is my bane. I have always been inclined to think that if you have a couple of words and maybe a picture or two then that’s enough and if people don’t understand then they are stupid. Content has always been filler to me, never a large portion of anything that I do. If develop a website I can make a bunch of pretty pictures and do neat tricks but never able to put ‘pen to paper’ to give the website that next level of professionalism. When I am creating help documents (which are very WORD heavy) I come off dry and sterile and well boring. As I get older I wished that I pursued a more proper education in writing and learned to enjoy it. Yes I have taken English and Literature classes but I always skated by on my charm and brute force stay up all night and throw some words on a paper and call it done. I try not to think about it and avoid plagiarizing as much as possible. If you were to hand that paper to me a week later I would ask you who wrote it, I never really cared. I know people are aware of my less then stellar communication skills because I hear all the time “wow you wrote more than two sentences”. (I try really hard not to tell those people to screw off) In person I am easy to talk with I am articulate and can hold a conversation with many a topic but WORDS just fail me when I have to collect them; it’s as if everything is running through my brain and it won’t slow down long enough for me to get it out. When I am speaking I sometimes will forget what I have said within two minutes and it’s because I have released that knowledge from my brain and there is no use to remember it. I can’t be unique in this blasé attitude about language that I throw it away as if it is a renewable resource. I guess I should respect the things that I say and should be able to transpose them to paper for all to see over and over. Content, Creativity, true substance I guess will simply fail me and WORDS will simply have to flow from my mouth to the open air when only ears will hold and paper will not.

I do understand the irony in writing this out but it was more of a free flow then a single thought. You may notice my focus was not always clear but you get the point.

The Dark Knight

Okay I am not a movie critic yeah I watch a bunch of stuff but I try to keep my opinions about movies to myself or a select few so if you are reading this and have a problem with the way I wrote it up feel free to comment but don’t bother if all your going to do is complain about my post.

<SPOILERS WARNING> Consider this the first an only warning I will give for movie posts. If you have not seen the movie yet don’t read the post.

This movie was filmed in Hong Kong apparently and that is fine but I would have enjoyed Gotham to look well Gothic.  It could have been any large metropolitan area for all I know there was no atmosphere about he place, the first movie seemed to get it right but this one I guess didn’t want to cast a place as another character. Batman (Christian Bale) did a fair job but it was kind of dumb putting dogs in the fight scene I mean OK dogs are sucky and the can do some damage but Batman can take like 10 guys at once and he has trouble with a couple of dogs.