
Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
Autumn’s gentle days
As the year creeps towards it’s end
The sunlight’s lower
Making Computer Systems Behave Themselves

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
Autumn’s gentle days
As the year creeps towards it’s end
The sunlight’s lower

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving

Looking to the sky
As I’ve returned, again, home
Calmness with the dark
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 

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Our lives are motion
There is beauty in action
The drumming rainfall
Wishing you a restful night.

I love the quiet
As I’m walking in the night
Alone with my mind
I love my evening walks. I get to clear my mind, as well as a liile exercise.

Nearly mid-autumn
Flowers keeping up the fight
Summer’s grip remains

Speed is subjective
A blistering pace to you
Is not for others
I found this snail on the side of the road. This photo delighted me deeply.
I greatly appreciate the mind of Seth Godin. Here’s what I read from him today:
I recently saw two men arguing about who got to use the urinal next.
As a result, neither got what he wanted, and neither could honestly say that his day got better.
The need to win every interaction, the inability to apologize, the short-term over the long-term–this isn’t a sign of strength, it’s a symptom of immaturity and weakness that almost always leads to suboptimal results.
If apologizing engages the network and makes it more likely that we can stay in sync, it pays for itself many times over.
For years, so much of what passes for debate in our culture isn’t, well, debate. So often it’s simply shouting past each other. How many social media posts are titled “My political person just pwned yours”. We don’t value thoughtful discourse, the exchange of ideas, and the basic notion of respect. Right now, we’re about “winning”. And even the illusion of winning gives us a sense of satisfaction. This will not move us forward.
We will never work together, fully, as a society with this model. As long as we value this our divisions will remain. And whatever potential we have will remain unfulfilled.

I am in motion
Walking under the night’s sky
The moon escorts me