Which vision of April?
Morley: “April is in my mistress’ face.”
April is in my mistress’ face.
And July in her eyes hath place.
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.
Mr Eliot: April is the cruellest month. (Killer layout, apologies for the inevitable Tripod popups):
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Much to my amusement (and everyone else’s chagrin), almost everyone in my March Madness group except one is out of the running. We crashed and burninated, indeed.
Aaron Swartz writes at the Google Blog that he’s going to start a new topical blog, this one about everyone’s favorite paid-listing engine Overture:
Today is the Google Weblog’s last day. It’s been fun writing it, but it’s time to face the facts: Google simply isn’t relevant in this day and age. Sure, they were good and popular once, but now they’re nothing but a pale shadow of their former self.
The real action is over at Overture, which is quickly gaining the hearts and searches of the Web community. The techno-elite have Overture.com as their start page, and often use the verb “to overture” in their sentences. There really is no place for Google in this world, which is why this will soon become the Overture Blog.
Hee hee. It’s a joke, right, Aaron?
Dave: “On this day six years ago I started Scripting News. Welcome to year seven of my humble weblog, and praise Murphy.…UserLand Software started in April 1988, fifteen years ago.”
Heartfelt congrats to Dave on this propitious anniversary. Scripting News was what inspired me to restart this page in earnest; I was unaware that there were any other blogs around when I began. And (as I’ve written before) the first version of this website was written in Frontier… and it’s still running in Frontier today.
My good friend Jim, who I sang with at UVA and in the Cheeselords, is getting ready to hike the Appalachian Trail. As a management and technology project manager for the last few years, he has found the right way to go about the planning: tongue in cheek.
I have ultimate confidence in my ability to walk this thing because I have engineered a most excellent AT Planning Spreadsheet. I have an Executive Dashboard up front, based on my company’s “7 Keys to
Success” management methodology; a risk log; a menu planning tool measuring such dimensions as “calories per dollar”; and a pace-o-meter, which will allow my support team at home to track where I am at any given time, whether I’m at risk of missing milestones, when I should pick up my next mail drop, and so on. I only need to do the actual walking now.
Jim leaves Sunday. Godspeed, Jim, and maybe I’ll be able to get East to see you at some point along the trail.