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The First Blast of the Trumpet 1 (if not the Trump) Against
the Monstrous Regiment of Social Media
V: Follow us on Facebook or Twitter
R: No
1 No apologies to the odious John Knox
Saturday, June 23, 2018
The First Blast of the Trumpet (if not the Trump) Against the Monstrous Regiment of Social Media - poem (not much of one, though)
Lawrence Hall
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V: Follow us on Facebook or Twitter
R: No
1 No apologies to the odious John Knox
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V: Follow us on Facebook or Twitter
R: No
1 No apologies to the odious John Knox
Friday, June 22, 2018
Every Page is Open to the Sun - poem
Lawrence Hall
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In my religion we're taught that every living thing, every leaf, every bird, is only alive because it contains the secret word for life. That's the only difference between us and a lump of clay. A word. Words are life, Liesel.
We cannot walk with Dostoyevsky as
Guards drag him chained before a firing squad
Comfort Saint Joan against the English flames
Or pray with good Saint Thomas in his cell
We cannot slosh through sodden trenches in France
With Lieutenant Lewis on his birthday
Argue with Akhmatova at The Stray Dog
Or with Frankl at Auschwitz bury dead friends
Unless we read, and then through words we see
The morning sun upon Byzantium
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Every Page is Open to the Sun
In my religion we're taught that every living thing, every leaf, every bird, is only alive because it contains the secret word for life. That's the only difference between us and a lump of clay. A word. Words are life, Liesel.
- Max to Liesel in Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief
We cannot walk with Dostoyevsky as
Guards drag him chained before a firing squad
Comfort Saint Joan against the English flames
Or pray with good Saint Thomas in his cell
We cannot slosh through sodden trenches in France
With Lieutenant Lewis on his birthday
Argue with Akhmatova at The Stray Dog
Or with Frankl at Auschwitz bury dead friends
Unless we read, and then through words we see
The morning sun upon Byzantium
Thursday, June 21, 2018
The Existential Sorrow of Waiting Room Art - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Sunlit sailboats in daubs of orange and red
And mass-produced impressionist barn owls
In flight above an unsecured wire rack
Of greasy copies of Reader’s Digest
Behind the receptionist’s hole-in-the-wall
Children of the Cornbread centered in plastic
Jesus-frames grin against their will, freeze-posed
Among department-store studio trees
Across the walls some glued-on murals roam
(But at least this isn’t the funeral home)
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The Existential Sorrow of Waiting Room Art
Sunlit sailboats in daubs of orange and red
And mass-produced impressionist barn owls
In flight above an unsecured wire rack
Of greasy copies of Reader’s Digest
Behind the receptionist’s hole-in-the-wall
Children of the Cornbread centered in plastic
Jesus-frames grin against their will, freeze-posed
Among department-store studio trees
Across the walls some glued-on murals roam
(But at least this isn’t the funeral home)
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
The Summer Solstice as Not Celebrated in Texas - poem
Lawrence Hall
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One might as well call this an equinox
For night and day are equinoxious now:
Mosquitoes, soul-withering heat and damp
Itch-allergens and rattlesnakes not featured
In advertising fantasies about
Bugless, unbitten happy families
Posing with plates and carnivorous smiles
Before neighbor-envious chromium grills
And playing free of heat rash and pustules
Around surgically sterile swimming pools
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The Summer Solstice as Not Celebrated in Texas
One might as well call this an equinox
For night and day are equinoxious now:
Mosquitoes, soul-withering heat and damp
Itch-allergens and rattlesnakes not featured
In advertising fantasies about
Bugless, unbitten happy families
Posing with plates and carnivorous smiles
Before neighbor-envious chromium grills
And playing free of heat rash and pustules
Around surgically sterile swimming pools
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Instant Canonization (no cannons, though) - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Don’t bother about being a saint so rare-y;
They’ll make you one in your obituary!
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Instant Canonization
Don’t bother about being a saint so rare-y;
They’ll make you one in your obituary!
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Shhh - TITANIC was Sunk by a Bilderberg - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Albino rabbis, the Illuminati,
Protocols of the Elders of Zion -
The evidence seemed a little spotty
‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’
Fluoridation by the New World Order
Backed by the Trilateral Commission
A scheme to open our southern border
To crop circles – that’s his suspicion
Area 51, the Templar Knights
FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove
Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright
Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove
Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by Commie rats
Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s
Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats
In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze
The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril
Roswell and the Thule Society
No wonder the air is darkly chill:
We all live within a conspiracy.
From Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, p. 166, available on amazon.com via Kindle and as nicely-bound fragments of dead trees.
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Shhhhh - Titanic was Sunk
by a Bilderberg
Albino rabbis, the Illuminati,
Protocols of the Elders of Zion -
The evidence seemed a little spotty
‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’
Fluoridation by the New World Order
Backed by the Trilateral Commission
A scheme to open our southern border
To crop circles – that’s his suspicion
Area 51, the Templar Knights
FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove
Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright
Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove
Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by Commie rats
Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s
Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats
In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze
The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril
Roswell and the Thule Society
No wonder the air is darkly chill:
We all live within a conspiracy.
From Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, p. 166, available on amazon.com via Kindle and as nicely-bound fragments of dead trees.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Our Fathers' Stories - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Our fathers told of hard times on the farm
Of walking barefoot down the road to school
And walking home again to get the cows back up
From woods and fields to the old dairy barn
And joining the Army at seventeen
Sleeping later in boot camp than on the farm
Coming home from the war to look for a job
Thirty years at the sawmill – then laid off
And in his turn a New Man proudly says:
I scored real high on Minecraft on my ‘phone
While standing in line for my free school supplies
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Our Fathers’ Stories
Our fathers told of hard times on the farm
Of walking barefoot down the road to school
And walking home again to get the cows back up
From woods and fields to the old dairy barn
And joining the Army at seventeen
Sleeping later in boot camp than on the farm
Coming home from the war to look for a job
Thirty years at the sawmill – then laid off
And in his turn a New Man proudly says:
I scored real high on Minecraft on my ‘phone
While standing in line for my free school supplies
Friday, June 15, 2018
Shall I Compute Thee to a Summer's Day? - poem
Lawrence Hall
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They launch no voyages of discovery
To sail beyond the sunset 1 of their dreams
No pages open to them; no books, no boots,
No paths lead them to Constantinople or Rome 3
For the horns of Elfland 4 they listen not
Nor for the unheard pipes on a Grecian urn 5
The Red Book of Westmarch 6 is forever closed
And lines of lyric verse sing not to them
They cling to their precious palantiri 7
And launch no voyages of discovery
1 As Shakespeare did not say
2 From Tennyson’s “Ulysses.” Heinlein used the phrase as the title for his final novel.
3 Patrick Leigh Fermor and Hilaire Belloc
4 C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
5 Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn”
6 Tolkien, Lord of the Rings
7 Tolkien again
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Shall I Compute 1 Thee to a Summer’s Day?
A Lament for the Unlettered
They launch no voyages of discovery
To sail beyond the sunset 1 of their dreams
No pages open to them; no books, no boots,
No paths lead them to Constantinople or Rome 3
For the horns of Elfland 4 they listen not
Nor for the unheard pipes on a Grecian urn 5
The Red Book of Westmarch 6 is forever closed
And lines of lyric verse sing not to them
They cling to their precious palantiri 7
And launch no voyages of discovery
1 As Shakespeare did not say
2 From Tennyson’s “Ulysses.” Heinlein used the phrase as the title for his final novel.
3 Patrick Leigh Fermor and Hilaire Belloc
4 C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
5 Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn”
6 Tolkien, Lord of the Rings
7 Tolkien again
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Did Canada Burn Down the White House? - column
Lawrence Hall
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The question has been asked: Did Canada burn down the White House?
Well, no, not exactly.
In 1812 Congress declared war on Britain, thinking that the several provincial Canadas of that time (Canada did not become a Dominion until 1 July 1867) would easily be conquered and absorbed into the land of the free, whether or not they wanted freedom imposed by conquest and absorption. Irony, eh?
Britain was at war with Napoleonic France, and her army and navy were committed to the defense of the home islands and to distant campaigns against the French Empire. The D.C. war hawks (as always, hawkish with the lives of other men and their sons, not with the lives of themselves and their sons) in congress envisioned a quick and victorious campaign over the British regulars, English militias, French-Canadian militias, and the allied First Nations.
Thomas Jefferson, slaveowner (https://www.monticello.org/site/plantation-and-slavery/thomas-jeffersons-attitudes-toward-slavery) and former president, said that the conquest of Canada would be a matter of marching. He, however, did not march. He never marched. Thomas Jefferson fought in the wars by writing thinky-stuff and attending diplomatic receptions.
During the campaigns United States forces burned York (now Toronto), the capital of Upper Canada, and other towns, and in 1814 regular British forces in their turn burned much of Washington and other towns.
Apparently there were no Canadian militia units involved in torching our capital, but instead regular British soldiers and militia from the Caribbean. Canadians claim the honor anyway, and since they remain part of the British Empire, one can with a grain of salt and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee admit their claim.
When the war ended in 1814, and everyone signed The Treaty of Ghent on Christmas Eve, the boundary between the several Canadas and the United States was exactly where it had been two years before. Some 50,000 American, British, Canadian, French Canadian, and First Nations soldiers, and far more civilians, died for the irresponsible ambitions of the War Hawks (who did not themselves hawk to war, not even for the defense of their own capital).
So God bless Canada, and us, and everyone. Let’s drop the tariffs and the passport requirements, apologize nicely for ill manners shown to this nation’s best friend, shake hands all ‘round, send the prime minister some socks appropriate for grownups, and go catch a Toronto Blue Jays game.
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Did Canada Burn Down the White House?
The question has been asked: Did Canada burn down the White House?
Well, no, not exactly.
In 1812 Congress declared war on Britain, thinking that the several provincial Canadas of that time (Canada did not become a Dominion until 1 July 1867) would easily be conquered and absorbed into the land of the free, whether or not they wanted freedom imposed by conquest and absorption. Irony, eh?
Britain was at war with Napoleonic France, and her army and navy were committed to the defense of the home islands and to distant campaigns against the French Empire. The D.C. war hawks (as always, hawkish with the lives of other men and their sons, not with the lives of themselves and their sons) in congress envisioned a quick and victorious campaign over the British regulars, English militias, French-Canadian militias, and the allied First Nations.
Thomas Jefferson, slaveowner (https://www.monticello.org/site/plantation-and-slavery/thomas-jeffersons-attitudes-toward-slavery) and former president, said that the conquest of Canada would be a matter of marching. He, however, did not march. He never marched. Thomas Jefferson fought in the wars by writing thinky-stuff and attending diplomatic receptions.
During the campaigns United States forces burned York (now Toronto), the capital of Upper Canada, and other towns, and in 1814 regular British forces in their turn burned much of Washington and other towns.
Apparently there were no Canadian militia units involved in torching our capital, but instead regular British soldiers and militia from the Caribbean. Canadians claim the honor anyway, and since they remain part of the British Empire, one can with a grain of salt and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee admit their claim.
When the war ended in 1814, and everyone signed The Treaty of Ghent on Christmas Eve, the boundary between the several Canadas and the United States was exactly where it had been two years before. Some 50,000 American, British, Canadian, French Canadian, and First Nations soldiers, and far more civilians, died for the irresponsible ambitions of the War Hawks (who did not themselves hawk to war, not even for the defense of their own capital).
So God bless Canada, and us, and everyone. Let’s drop the tariffs and the passport requirements, apologize nicely for ill manners shown to this nation’s best friend, shake hands all ‘round, send the prime minister some socks appropriate for grownups, and go catch a Toronto Blue Jays game.
-30-
An Ikon of Saint Seraphim of Sarov among Birch Trees - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent
In penitential pain – O pray for us
A thousand souls depending on your peace
And then a thousand more for each, and more
Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent
And leaning on your axe-stave now become
Your staff of office among foxes and bears
Please consecrate in us your Spirit of love
Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent -
Dear friend of penitents, dear Heaven-sent
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An Ikon of
Saint Seraphim of Sarov among Birch Trees
Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent
In penitential pain – O pray for us
A thousand souls depending on your peace
And then a thousand more for each, and more
Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent
And leaning on your axe-stave now become
Your staff of office among foxes and bears
Please consecrate in us your Spirit of love
Saint Seraphim among the birch trees, bent -
Dear friend of penitents, dear Heaven-sent
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Two Kiddie Pools in the Back Garden, with Honeybees and a Dachshund - doggerel with a real dog
Lawrence Hall
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The dachshund loves her kiddie pool
The honeybees love theirs
The dachshund splashes to get cool
The bees mind their affairs
(Honeybees cannot launch from water, so I keep freshly-cut leafy limbs in their pool.)
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Two Kiddie Pools in the Back Garden,
with Honeybees and a Dachshund
The dachshund loves her kiddie pool
The honeybees love theirs
The dachshund splashes to get cool
The bees mind their affairs
(Honeybees cannot launch from water, so I keep freshly-cut leafy limbs in their pool.)
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Drunk Girl Crying in the Parking Lot - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Drunk girl crying in the parking lot
Always begins her ‘plaints with “I”
Dull boy whining on an email screen
Always begins his notes with “I”
Mean girl screaming in the shopping mall
Always begins her rage with “I”
Sad boy sucking on a cigarette
Always begins his verse with “I”
‘Lone girl staring at a tv set
Always begins her sigh with “I”
And why?
Because they overdose on I, ME, MY
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Drunk Girl Crying in the Parking Lot
Drunk girl crying in the parking lot
Always begins her ‘plaints with “I”
Dull boy whining on an email screen
Always begins his notes with “I”
Mean girl screaming in the shopping mall
Always begins her rage with “I”
Sad boy sucking on a cigarette
Always begins his verse with “I”
‘Lone girl staring at a tv set
Always begins her sigh with “I”
And why?
Because they overdose on I, ME, MY
Monday, June 11, 2018
The Hegelian Dialectic on Garbage Day - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Thesis and antithesis became one
And synthesis became thesis again
Another synthesis antithesis
And they became a higher synthesis
And the higher truths rose higher and higher
Higher and higher in a spiraling spire
Of conceptualizations like holy fire
Thoughts far above all earthly muck and mire
until
Until Mrs. Hegel told Mr. Hegel
That he ought to get off his lazy geist
And begin helping out around the house,
And set the weltseele out on the curb
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The Hegelian Dialectic on Garbage Day
Thesis and antithesis became one
And synthesis became thesis again
Another synthesis antithesis
And they became a higher synthesis
And the higher truths rose higher and higher
Higher and higher in a spiraling spire
Of conceptualizations like holy fire
Thoughts far above all earthly muck and mire
until
Until Mrs. Hegel told Mr. Hegel
That he ought to get off his lazy geist
And begin helping out around the house,
And set the weltseele out on the curb
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Tactical Thirty-Year-Old Tactical Children Tactical - poem
Lawrence Hall
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“I am looking for a some what tactical bible cover. I would prefer that it have hook and loop
some were on it, so I can put moral patches on it.”
Each tactical gun and each tactical knife
Made in China by tactical slaves
Tactical gear for tactical strife
(Tactical guys to their tactical graves)
Tactical undies and tactical pen
Tactical chocolate and paintball paint
Tactical everything for wannabe men
Desperate to be whatever they ain’t
Tactical shelters for when it’s raining –
But
They never made Day One of army training
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The Bedrooms of Thirty-Year-Old Children
“I am looking for a some what tactical bible cover. I would prefer that it have hook and loop
some were on it, so I can put moral patches on it.”
-https://www.ar15.com/forums/general/-/135-1549758/
Each tactical gun and each tactical knife
Made in China by tactical slaves
Tactical gear for tactical strife
(Tactical guys to their tactical graves)
Tactical undies and tactical pen
Tactical chocolate and paintball paint
Tactical everything for wannabe men
Desperate to be whatever they ain’t
Tactical shelters for when it’s raining –
But
They never made Day One of army training
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Eek! Who Burned Down the White House? - a limerick
Lawrence Hall
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Someone once burned down the White House!
Someone who was wearing a red blouse
The British claim it loudly
But others more proudly:
“We Canadians burned down the White House!”
In 1812 Congress declared war on Britain, thinking that the several provincial Canadas of that time (Canada did not become a Dominion until 1 July 1867) would be easily conquered and absorbed. During the campaigns United States forces burned York (now Toronto), the capital of Upper Canada, and in 1814 regular British forces in their turn burned much of Washington. Apparently there were no Canadian militia units involved in torching our capital. Canadians claim the honor anyway, and since they were part of the British Empire, one can with a grain of salt and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee admit their claim.
God bless Canada. Let’s drop the tariffs and the passport requirements, apologize nicely for ill manners shown to this nation’s best friend, shake hands all ‘round, and go catch a Toronto Blue Jays game.
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Eek! Who Burned Down the White House?
Someone once burned down the White House!
Someone who was wearing a red blouse
The British claim it loudly
But others more proudly:
“We Canadians burned down the White House!”
In 1812 Congress declared war on Britain, thinking that the several provincial Canadas of that time (Canada did not become a Dominion until 1 July 1867) would be easily conquered and absorbed. During the campaigns United States forces burned York (now Toronto), the capital of Upper Canada, and in 1814 regular British forces in their turn burned much of Washington. Apparently there were no Canadian militia units involved in torching our capital. Canadians claim the honor anyway, and since they were part of the British Empire, one can with a grain of salt and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee admit their claim.
God bless Canada. Let’s drop the tariffs and the passport requirements, apologize nicely for ill manners shown to this nation’s best friend, shake hands all ‘round, and go catch a Toronto Blue Jays game.
Friday, June 8, 2018
Upon Finding a Souvenir of Canterbury in a Desk Drawer - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir
Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing
For those who wear his token in evidence
Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury
By tour bus those who wolden ryde there
To seek a blessing (and a souvenir)
In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom
Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us:
“Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd –
Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
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Upon Finding a Canterbury Remembrance in a Desk Drawer
Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir
Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing
For those who wear his token in evidence
Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury
By tour bus those who wolden ryde there
To seek a blessing (and a souvenir)
In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom
Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us:
“Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd –
Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
Thursday, June 7, 2018
When Computers, Eggs, and Airplanes Go Bad - Column
Mack Hall, HSG
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In a careless moment the other day I pushed the wrong response when a software provider named – let us say MacroPlop – suggested that their latest update would make the world of personal computing much better, leading my internet experience into the broad, sunny uplands or something or other.
I have spent the last two days repenting of my misplaced trust in the blandishments of MacroPlop by roaming through Dante’s Darksome Wood while trying to follow the software provider’s wonderfully opaque instructions on how to remediate the mess they made while improving my computer:
Error 500 this will take a few minutes please leave your computer online now Error 370 and a yo-ho-ho check the cleverly named icon which is nowhere on your screen you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect can’t rename because a file ERROR with that name already exists the application failed to initialized because the window station is being shut down you must restart window to complete the program removal failure unknown error you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect an error occurred ERROR the following information might help you resolve the error if an wah-wah error is returned which is not defined in the standard woo-woo filter, it is converted to one of the following errors which is guaranteed to be in the filter you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect in this case information is lost you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect however, the folder correctly handles the exception (doobydoobydo) if there are any messages that are stuck, follow these steps to clear those messages in outlook, click the send/receive tab, and then click work offline note this stops outlook from trying to send all email messages select the outbox you can now take one of the following actions move the message move the message to the drafts folder you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect…
My favorite message advises the frustrated computer user to go online to seek help about the computer that is unable go online.
But I caught up on some reading.
While waiting hours for the several this-may-take-a-few-minutes remedies to download I finished reading John Mortimer’s Rumpole and the Age of Miracles. Given that I am a slow reader and easily distracted – oh, look, a squirrel! – a better reader could work his or her way through the Old Testament, St. Augustine’s City of God, William Manchester’s Churchill trilogy, or McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove while waiting for MacroPlop promises.
You can find the books online if your machine isn’t offline.
And speaking of going offline, modern passenger planes are built with the control surfaces connected only by computer signals, not by cables. When those computers system crashes, so will the airplanes.
Progress.
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When Computers, Eggs, and Airplanes Go Bad
“Have you no idea of progress, of development?"
"I have seen them both in an egg," said Caspian. "We call it 'Going Bad' in Narnia”
-C. S. Lewis, Voyage of the Dawn Treader
In a careless moment the other day I pushed the wrong response when a software provider named – let us say MacroPlop – suggested that their latest update would make the world of personal computing much better, leading my internet experience into the broad, sunny uplands or something or other.
I have spent the last two days repenting of my misplaced trust in the blandishments of MacroPlop by roaming through Dante’s Darksome Wood while trying to follow the software provider’s wonderfully opaque instructions on how to remediate the mess they made while improving my computer:
Error 500 this will take a few minutes please leave your computer online now Error 370 and a yo-ho-ho check the cleverly named icon which is nowhere on your screen you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect can’t rename because a file ERROR with that name already exists the application failed to initialized because the window station is being shut down you must restart window to complete the program removal failure unknown error you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect an error occurred ERROR the following information might help you resolve the error if an wah-wah error is returned which is not defined in the standard woo-woo filter, it is converted to one of the following errors which is guaranteed to be in the filter you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect in this case information is lost you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect however, the folder correctly handles the exception (doobydoobydo) if there are any messages that are stuck, follow these steps to clear those messages in outlook, click the send/receive tab, and then click work offline note this stops outlook from trying to send all email messages select the outbox you can now take one of the following actions move the message move the message to the drafts folder you may need to restart your computer to make this update take effect…
My favorite message advises the frustrated computer user to go online to seek help about the computer that is unable go online.
But I caught up on some reading.
While waiting hours for the several this-may-take-a-few-minutes remedies to download I finished reading John Mortimer’s Rumpole and the Age of Miracles. Given that I am a slow reader and easily distracted – oh, look, a squirrel! – a better reader could work his or her way through the Old Testament, St. Augustine’s City of God, William Manchester’s Churchill trilogy, or McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove while waiting for MacroPlop promises.
You can find the books online if your machine isn’t offline.
And speaking of going offline, modern passenger planes are built with the control surfaces connected only by computer signals, not by cables. When those computers system crashes, so will the airplanes.
Progress.
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Oh, Please, Not Another Tapestry! - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Slowly weaves a magnificent…tapestry 1
O’Murchu weaves a tapestry of science and spirit 2
A brilliant tapestry of love, pain and dogs 3
Quartet weaves a tapestry to serve as background 4
Weaves a tapestry of contemporary life 5
The Banner saga weaves a tapestry 6
Local author weaves a…tapestry 7
Weaves itself into Toronto’s tapestry 8
Weaves a tapestry of two romances 9
Burke weaves a tapestry of unique characters 10
1 http://www.theimaginativeconservative.org/2012/08/the-english-war-and-peace-paul-scotts-raj-quartet.html
2 https://www.ncronline.org/books/2017/08/o-murchu-weaves-tapestry-science-and-spirit
3 https://www.wsj.com/articles/SB985905633270438842
4 http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1988-10-26/news/8802100482_1_fluegelhorn-soul-eyes-art-farmer-quartet
5 https://www.dallasnews.com/arts/books/2012/09/20/in-between-days-by-andrew-porter-weaves-a-tapestry-of-contemporary-life-and-hot-button-issues
6 https://www.vg247.com/2014/01/09/the-banner-saga-weaves-a-tapestry-of-loss-morality-and-hope-impressions/
7 http://www.reformer.com/stories/local-author-weaves-together-a-tapestry-of-conflicting-emotions,372745
8 https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/canadian-hindu-temple-weaves-itself-into-torontos-tapestry/article1079566/
9 https://bookpage.com/reviews/6557-sandra-brown-tough-customer#.WmOZAkly7IU
10 https://www.bookbrowse.com/bb_briefs/detail/index.cfm/ezine_preview_number /6557/feast-day-of-fools
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Oh, Please, Not Another Tapestry!
Slowly weaves a magnificent…tapestry 1
O’Murchu weaves a tapestry of science and spirit 2
A brilliant tapestry of love, pain and dogs 3
Quartet weaves a tapestry to serve as background 4
Weaves a tapestry of contemporary life 5
The Banner saga weaves a tapestry 6
Local author weaves a…tapestry 7
Weaves itself into Toronto’s tapestry 8
Weaves a tapestry of two romances 9
Burke weaves a tapestry of unique characters 10
1 http://www.theimaginativeconservative.org/2012/08/the-english-war-and-peace-paul-scotts-raj-quartet.html
2 https://www.ncronline.org/books/2017/08/o-murchu-weaves-tapestry-science-and-spirit
3 https://www.wsj.com/articles/SB985905633270438842
4 http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1988-10-26/news/8802100482_1_fluegelhorn-soul-eyes-art-farmer-quartet
5 https://www.dallasnews.com/arts/books/2012/09/20/in-between-days-by-andrew-porter-weaves-a-tapestry-of-contemporary-life-and-hot-button-issues
6 https://www.vg247.com/2014/01/09/the-banner-saga-weaves-a-tapestry-of-loss-morality-and-hope-impressions/
7 http://www.reformer.com/stories/local-author-weaves-together-a-tapestry-of-conflicting-emotions,372745
8 https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/canadian-hindu-temple-weaves-itself-into-torontos-tapestry/article1079566/
9 https://bookpage.com/reviews/6557-sandra-brown-tough-customer#.WmOZAkly7IU
10 https://www.bookbrowse.com/bb_briefs/detail/index.cfm/ezine_preview_number /6557/feast-day-of-fools
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Alienation is the Constant Theme - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Alienation is the constant theme
A child for whom the family dinner table
Is the scene of nightly interrogations
Can never be at home outside himself
Alienation is the constant theme
When every word is dissected by others
For any taint of beauty, love, or truth
And any deviation from today
Alienation is the constant theme
When trust is but a morning-broken dream
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Alienation is the Constant Theme
Alienation is the constant theme
A child for whom the family dinner table
Is the scene of nightly interrogations
Can never be at home outside himself
Alienation is the constant theme
When every word is dissected by others
For any taint of beauty, love, or truth
And any deviation from today
Alienation is the constant theme
When trust is but a morning-broken dream
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Microsoft Windows Latest Update - a caution
Microsoft Windows Latest Update
Windows 10
Fails again
I was an hour
or so repairing the mess made by the latest Microsoft update. In the end, the only remedy was to purge the
update via the control panel
Beware of
progress.
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