My old rig crashed.....
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?
Gunnar Klevedal