Computer Whisperer
Paula Light’s “Monday Peeve” for today resonates with me. I hate automated help systems, too. Unanswered emails, the chat messages that go nowhere, or the dreaded calls navigating multiple menus. Nothing says we aren’t valued by your business than hearing “your call is very important to us” every 10 seconds while on hold for an hour.
I hope your Monday was free of such misery.
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Most every day, a song echos in my mind as I wake. The universe often speaks to me in song.
This morning I woke to U2’s “40” and the line “how long, to sing this song?”
My heart troubled by the world’s rage soaked violence, by another bloody day. Will humanity expand out of it’s ego before the world’s burned into obliteration by hubris? Will I get to see that day? How long, my friends. How long?
Staring at myself
Wetted marble captures me
As I seek balance
If you’ve been to Seattle’s Pacific Science Center, you’ve probably noticed the marble sphere balanced upon water. A perfect equilibrium which allows for an ease of motion; it can be shifted with one hand.
Staring at myself
Wetted marble captures me
As I seek balance
If you’ve been to Seattle’s Pacific Science Center, you’ve probably noticed the marble sphere balanced upon water. A perfect equilibrium which allows for an ease of motion; it can be shifted with one hand.
A plane overhead
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:21.6px;”>Today, a funeral
Walking upon old roads
My childhood feet trode.
Memories, feelings lurking
Forgotten flit forth, bird-like;
A flicker upon consciousness
Vanishing like morning fog
Leaving no trace save the
Dream-like phantom reflection
Of my youth.