Dawn is not a moment in time, it is not an event. It comes slowly, spilling over the horizon so slowly that each moment seems so frozen in time. It is a time of peace and startling beauty, of birdsong, dewy spiderwebs and water-colour skies.
To Google or not to Google, that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler on the web to suffer the sling and arrows of outrageous layout
Or to take up HTML5 and by opposing end them.
Don’t say things in December
You’ll regret in June
‘Cos you can lose your head
But you can’t lose a broken heart.
– Louis Armstrong
Someone you’ve never met or heard of would like to inform the entire company that someone else you’ve never met or heard of will be replacing yet another person you’ve never met or heard of in a position that you were not even aware existed nor would you be likely to notice if it simply ceased to exist.
The replacement has a long history of successfully doing jobs you are not aware of and seems to have had almost zero impact on your life or the lives of anyone you know.
One thing is certain, all of these very important people make a lot more money than most of you and therefore you need to know all this so that you may display the appropriate deference on the extremely slim chance that you ever actually do meet any of these very important people.
The beatings will continue until morale improves. That is all.
For years, I’ve lived a double life. In the day, I do my job – I ride the bus, roll up my sleeves with the hoi-polloi. But at night, I live a life of exhilaration, of missed heartbeats and adrenalin. And, if the truth be known a life of dubious virtue. I won’t deny it – I’ve been engaged in violence, even indulged in it. I’ve maimed and killed adversaries, and not merely in self-defense. I’ve exhibited disregard for life, limb and property, and savoured every moment. You may not think it, to look of me but I have commanded armies and conquered worlds. And though in achieving these things I’ve set morality aside, I have no regrets. For though I’ve led a double life, at least I can say – I’ve lived.
Fear is the strongest motivator, but a terrible decision variable.
Decisions based on fear should be reconsidered…
A Kenyan man who was believed to be the world’s oldest pupil has died at the age of 89, five years after he entered primary school so that he could learn to read the Bible, his family said Monday.
Joseph Stephen Kimani Nganga Maruge died Friday at the Kariobangi Cheshire Home for the aged in the Kenyan capital, Nairobi. He died of stomach cancer, said his granddaughter, Anne Maruge.
“When he became ill, he started to cry because he was not going to go to school,” Anne Maruge said.
“Liberty means going to school and learning,” he said in an interview at that time. “You are never too old to learn.”
“The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a crib-house whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.” – James D. Nicoll
XSL is like a nuclear weapon, it might serve a purpose but firing in anger is a bad idea and not terribly scalable.
… it’s that a day that begins with a visit from the police is unlikely to to end well.