Storms knock out Uverse
Internet disconnected
Let’s go play catch, boys.
Category: Work
Always back up your code
Writing code today
I’m editing PHP
Pray and back up files
Command Prompt Blues
Used the command prompt
Flushing the DNS cache
Old school computing
Fruitless Trip to the Post Office
Checking PO box
No, that check’s not in the mail
Bank tellers miss me
Poem for the first work day after a holiday weekend
Tuesday, not Monday
The calendar is quite clear
Tell your co-workers
A time for turning the page
One chapter closes
It is time to turn the page
What will happen next?
A very personal poem about a big change. Today was my last day working as an employee of Fathom. While I will work on a contract basis for some key accounts , I have launched my own consulting firm.
Bright Kestrel, Ltd. will help small businesses, nonprofits and churches improve their digital marketing.
The .htaccess poem
.htaccess file
Why do you bedevil me?
Oops! Bye bye website.
The file in question is integral to Apache web servers. It is can do wonderful things when letters, numbers, and certain characters are arranged in the correct order. It can also take down a website if the letters, numbers, and certain characters are not in the correct arrangement. The devil is always in the binary details.
They say you should “write what you know”. This, I know.
Coffee maker
COFFEE MAKER
A bleary-eyed need
the brewing relief
Who will clean the pot?
Filling the basket,
grounds delight me
I smell Colombian
Who will clean the pot?
Reduced and powerful liquid
changing state
to solid
Who will clean the pot?
This is a poem I found in my year 2000 planner. Sadly, I can confirm that coworkers are not any better at cleaning the office coffee pot in 2015.
A disco dancer’s lament
Some days I feel old
Showed off my disco dance moves
Sore muscles followed
We had an all-day conference at work today. After lunch the moderator helped the crowd get our energy up by asking us all to break into small groups and bust out some dance moves.
Luckily, when I was in eighth grade the Sisters of Notre Dame taught us how to disco before our class dance. I’m not as limber as I was when I was thirteen.
A haiku for Mondays
Another Monday
The first day of the work week
Carpe diem, friends!
I realize that not all of us work Monday through Friday. As I think about it, not many people I know actually take the whole weekend off. The spirit of this poem is to encourage us all to make the most of every day.