Went through a bunch of old shtuff on my disk.
Put some old code under SCC.
Got my CVs and other stuff under SCC.
Went through old mail, old jokes, and old things I’ve written.
I used to be able to communicate apparently.
Put ads on a lot of the pages on my site.
Feel free to browse and click around.
Added copyright notices to all our pictures.
Below is one of my favourite pieces of writing, since it deftly explains that it’s how you look at things that matters. I’ve been lugging the poem around in one format or another since before I was a teenager. I don’t know who wrote it, and for some reason, I don’t feel like googling it. It would ruin the mystique.
The Optimist
That deep red rose I see;
Its thorn I just ignore.
The scent that’s borne to me-
It’s nothing I deplore!
The scratches that I got-
Before I just complain
About the pain a lot,
I think of beauty’s gain.
The Pessimist
That deep red rose – I see its thorn.
I just ignore the scent that’s borne
to me, it’s nothing. I deplore
Those scratches that I got before.
I just complain about the pain.
A lot I think of beauty’s gain!

