Humble utterings

Long lost love

When my old friend was no more, you came to me, and I cherished you.

At first I looked at you from behind. Familiar yes, but not quite the same.

When I turned you around, my eyes saw sights I never did see.

Heavy yes, but I can still manage the kind of yours. Weight on the other hand never was a sure sign of potential or possibilities.

When you came to me, they said you were a virgin. It?s obvious though, that someone was there before me. I don?t mind ? I save some time and effort.

But really, some of your luggage bothers me ? strange and different ? and I ain?t got time to find out sufficiently about it. Sure I wish to encompass all of you and all that is thine and will be thine.

Some of my work is fifteen years old, and I realize you get the hiccups when I let you taste it. You don?t know anything of my work, my plans, or my dreams, yet. We will know each other by and by. Will I learn to think like you, or will you become my obnoxious slave?

I thought I would never love again, and never relive the happy days of the eighties. My projects are obsolete, my dreams not. I won?t turn back the hands of time. But I am unsure, when the roadmap no longer starts with a semicolon [;]

Tribute goes to Niklaus Wirth

My old PC crashed. Got me another, with a new different operating system, different applications. Unfamiliar, uncomfortable, miserable and lost. Too many new facts. Too much to chew, too much to swallow   And I can?t spit it out now.

Abundant information is heavy on me. Should I indulge, should I abandon?

What think you?

\Local support

I was born in a welfare state

Ruled by bureaucracy

Controlled by civil servants

And people dressed in grey

Got no privacy, got no liberty

Cause the twentieth century people

Took it all away from me

Ray Davies, The Kinks

\Local support

At midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Go out to round up everybody

Who knows more than they do

And bring them to the factories

Where the heart attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to se that nobody?s escaping to

Desolation row

Bob Dylan

This text was in my schoolbook, and I learnt it by heart.

/Local Support

To me, Darlington means trice

Darlington County

'The Boss'

The genius who combined two transistors into one.

\Local support

Just give me bread and water

put a guitar in my hand

'cause all I need is music

and The Free Electric Band.

(Albert Hammond)

This evening I noted some outbound traffic, that I myself had not initiated. I had no applications running, only the AV and firewall. There was also an automatic MS update. I guess some of them are legitmate.

208.175.160.126    OrgAbuseEmail: abuse@savvis.net

213.155.195.95     abuse@telvia.it

62.189.244.254     abuse@uk.uu.net

239.255.255.250    OrgAbuseEmail: abuse@iana.org

213.155.151.176    e-mail: ip-admin@akamai.com

213.155.151.184    ip-admin@akamai.com

64.4.23.190        abuse@microsoft.com and abuse@msn.com

65.55.192.61       abuse@hotmail.com , abuse@microsoft.com

....hourglass, so were the days of our lives.

(soap opera  'V?ra b?sta ?r')