Exposing sadness
Uncomfortable, sometimes
Yet not a sickness.
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
Amidst The Storm
Go into the wind
Feeling storm and rainy mist
Hearkening spring time
Nearly Spring Haiku
Winter’s jagged edge
Painful anguish reaching out
Gently fails towards spring.
Oblivion’s Edge
Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.
Java, Lenovo, Crapware and my Annoyance
I wrote about Java’s sneaky install of the Ask.com crap before, but this has come up again for me. So, let me go on a little bit more. When installing Java, or Java updates, make sure you uncheck the “Search App by Ask”. Watch for this screen here:
Fortunately, the fix for this is pretty straightforward: go to Control Panel, Remove Programs and then remove it.
I love Java, and Oracle, but this just annoys the heck out of me. This puts them in the same doghouse that Lenovo resides in right now. I find it annoying enough for them to embed this adware at the root level, but then to try and minimize the security risk involved just angers me. I’ve had great success with Lenovo machines and like to recommend them. This, though, greatly impacts that trust.
In case you have one of the possibly infected machines, here are some tools for you:
- How to remove SuperFish
- Detect SuperFish on your machine (this seems to be offline right now. Server’s probably getting clobbered.)
- Here’s a video of the uninstall process if you prefer:
What is it to age?
Years go past, as they’re want to do.
I shall not despair time’s price.
Yet, though I may age, I refuse to whither,
And not go quietly into the goodnight.
No, I shall boisterously proclaim
My presence, embracing the love
Surrounding me. Grasping the
Blessedness of existence, of life.
Truth
Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.
This Girl
She’s like a hummingbird
Energy and passion
Vibrate from her being
Morning sunlight
In the early spring.
Drinking, her cup
Touches her lips
Ever so briefly
Pausing her vibrant
Song. Upon a breath
Light returns.
Perfection’s Deceit
Do not be deceived
A merciless path this is
Perfection’s deceit
Monday Haiku
Upon such wonders
Mundanity feels morose
Off we go: escape!