Making Computer Systems Behave Themselves
Do the best you can
Live a life you are proud of
And have no regrets
I woke with this idea, a strong voice in my head. This is how to live a life with no regrets. Always do the best work you can. Always seek actions that you are proud of. Then you’ll have nothing to be ashamed of.
moon and stars hidden
the motion of clouds sublime
shimmering stillness
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
as I gaze skyward
those cold little points of light
sing to me of hope
In these violent and cruel times, I seek out hope. I believe humanity has a future, and it’s better than this. I believe….
I’ve been managing Facebook and Instagram posts for a friend of mine for a while now (she’s a real estate agent just north of Seattle, Sarosh Altaf…check her out). And if you’ve spent any time with me, you’ll know that I’ve been doing that sort of thing for years, for a number of people and organizations.
So, this morning I post an article from a local newspaper about an art contest (Puget Sound Bird Fest poster art contest announced). Fun, great content to share and connect with the community. However, something with the way I posted the article made something with the Facebook algorithm think it was a job post. I didn’t catch that until we had a few applications come through. So, pulled down the post and sent apology messages to the applicants. A bit awkward, but nothing too horrible. What’s doubly puzzling, though, is that when I went and posted it a second time, from the publishing tools window, using the same language, hoping to see whether I missed something, or if it’s some weird “autocorrect” type of thing. But, nope, nothing. It posted the article on the way like I thought I had the first time. Weird.
Have any of you come across something like this with the spawn of Zuckerberg?
One of the most powerful things I’ve read:
My friends, be the change you want to see.
freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled
human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams