Saturday, March 29, 2014

Thoughts on Blogger and Google+

As a long time Blogger user, I do worry a bit about how much longer Google will support this. The rise of Google+ drives that. The various features added lastly to + make it look like they compete, and we all know about "Houses Divided".

It seems that "+" gets all the developer energy, all the press. Blogger is way behind Word Press as far as features. So, probably, I'll do what so many others I know have done and port this over to WordPress.

Thursday, March 20, 2014


Watching footage of WWII's end gives me pause. I grew up in a world which pooh-poohed the Nazis, yet forgetting we're looking through hindsight. It's so easy to denounce their sympathizers, as well as those who failed to act.  I expect, though, that many Dutch or French or Norse who went along with things simply thought they were doing the best they could. Were any of these folks punished? It's hard to feel sympathy for those who turned families over to the Gestapo who were then brutalized, but what about the restauranteur who befriended a German officer?  What about the German soldier who couldn't care less about National Socialism, but like so many in my family, thought he was serving his country?

Then I turn this personal. The person I am would never have been part of the gleeful followers. But that's only part off the equation. Knowing how things turn out, it's easy to say "I would resist". But, at that moment, in the madness that was Nazi Germany, or one the occupied countries, would I have had the bravery of a Bonhoeffer? Or would I have, politely, gone about my business, too afraid to speak? Perhaps simply hoping/waiting for the world to pivot back the other direction? I doubt I would've had the courage to speak out. Perhaps to quietly serve in the underground. From what I see, most of us suffer from risk aversion. Doing something that, not only puts our health and safety at risk, but our family's as all? Starts to become harder to imagine.

I look and think those who did quiet acts of resistance, hiding Jews in their basement, forgetting about the car full of resistance fighters you just saw, passing along news, radio parts... This list goes on. Maybe but as glorious add some, but critical, really. It was the critical mass of these acts, ultimately, that fully ends these conflicts.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Why I love Twitter

Been thinking about the mighty Twitter. Why do I like it so much, yet others I know hate the platform? One key thought: chaos. For me, the beauty of Twitter is it's chaos. This manic, crazily shifting feed of information delights me. Yet I understand how this could be a hard style for others.

I specifically, deliberately follow smart and creative people without millions of followers. The people I follow will grab anything a celebrity would say (that's interesting) early enough for me to still be in the front of the thought curve. I value unique thinking over most anything else.

Twitter is more global. Maybe it's my follower curation, but my list does a great job of giving me a global view, more so than I'd ever see reading a US based news org.

If I need order, I have Google or Bing. And Facebook gives me a good look into the macro interests of our culture. Twitter trend to be where I see the cutting edge thinking, the leading stories. And I love that.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The #Math

It's not that I hate math,
Nor fail to comprehend.
Simply, math fails to delight
As flowing words do.

Saturday, March 08, 2014

Evening quietude

Too early, no,
It's not morning
Until I've slept.
Sunlight collapsed into darkness
Hours back. Dawn comes soon
I guess. Light drifts in
Leisurely from points
Nearby, but sparse.

Words drift, too,
Flickered from bluish screens
Across my unweary eyes.
Slowly luring my mind
Free of thought, embracing
Dreams sweet embrace.
Silence lingers.

Sunday, March 02, 2014

This darkened evening

Rain flows, gently calming the night air. Dampness seeps deeply, my marrow aches. Light's brilliance rippled with moistened air, speckles distort those beams, glimmering gems, fluttering upon crisply chilled air.

Haiku: June 5, 2019

Summer's new splendor Sunlight's now starting to wane An un-mowed hillside