From Poetshouse today:

Is the flicker of an eye all that love
is made of? A tickle blink of
sweet and spice, just a hint
of lark?
Catherine Wing

Isn’t that a nice tidbit?

the sunny clear sky
belies the forecast models
of storms days away.

All that we are is a result of what we have thought. – Abraham Lincoln

What’s that? Passwords gotcha down? Your cables don’t fit any available port on your new computer? Car has a USB port and you wonder why?

Sometimes even geeks wonder where it will all end. Hopefully with some implant that uses retina recognition to log into everything or something even cooler.

Why am I pondering this? Well, I did spend a sizable portion of my morning helping people reset passwords for existing accounts. Then I went to lunch and saw this:

And (after deciphering it) I realized this is what we used to tune in our radios for: an up-to-date weather report.

Hmmm nostalgia for my little Montgomery Ward transistor radio with its black leather case… OK. Over it. Where’s my snow shovel for the car?

Do the thing you fear and the death of fear is certain. – Ralph Waldo Emerson