
In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
Making Computer Systems Behave Themselves

In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
I’ve been having fun with CAD the past few days. I’ve taken this handsketched drawing and drawn it up in CAD. Yeah, I’m a nerd, but I find it fun.

At certain moments
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As the daylight falls
And its moving through the trees
Springtime marches on

Boisterous colors
Petals slowly fall earthwards
Spring ever changing
I stand on the edge
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Staring down the road
Much potential before me
The newness of spring
I love well crafted writing. Mr. Giridharadas’ letter, read below, gracefully captures one of America’s most painful divisions. I, like him, get very excited by all the possibilities within the coming culture. I forget, also, the many who find their identity challenged, status eliminated. Perhaps illusions shattered. Many of us find it easy to gaze down our spectacles at these people. Doing so damages our witness, denies the hope that I long for. What place exists for these folks? And if we truly value compassion, we need to look at this with a honest, self-aware gaze.