September 24th, 2005

Lord Black Cat

All over the map

I drove all over the map yesterday, and... got in miles and miles I could have saved, as well as hours...

First ...drove to Augusta on the expectation that a needed, error-correcting reprint of Barnburner would be ready... but it was not. The "machine" had broken and the repair man was still there at the copy center shaking his head while speaking on the phone when I arrived... parts'll get in on Monday, before noon. Books will be ready sometime after. Sigh.

So, going north, I stopped into the stupid non-mall in Augusta where they've taken three times as much land as needed, carved hillsides and valley, and proceeded to build a bunch of random stores stuck all over the hill...and require that you get in the car to go from store to store. I was looking for Staples, to perhaps buy computer.

Except... that road construction had managed to block all but a single two lane entrance/exit... and once into the maze all the roads inside had been blocked by new construction, leaving a single path to the 20 or 30 stores... and meaning that it was impossible to cross traffic to get to the store I wanted to go to.

I ended up at Longhorn, having a coke and a cheesecake while, over nearly an hour, various police and traffic authorities eventually made it possible for the hundreds of cars stuck inside to leave.

Finally made my way cross traffic to the Augusta Staples, where I was very importantly not-waited on by a young woman who thinks that answering questions means reading the side of the box... which I'd already done. Requests for more information not being dealt with well, I left, got on I-95, where I was promptly nearly run off the road by a school bus traveling in the left lane when it needed to be on an off-ramp.

Thence to Waterville's Staples, where we're known (as it were) and where questions are answered by people who use computers, know what an OS and front-side bus means, and such... eventually arrived at a new box with circuits in it, stopped to pick up snacks, and got home -- about 4 hours after I thought I;d be home. Thankfully, the cellphone connectivity in our area is improving and I was able to apprise Rolanni of my location an changing ETA throughout...

Meanwhile, as I meant to mention but may have forgotten, the new Firefox 1.5 beta is out, for those who indulge in such things. Also, the OpenOffice Beta is getting real close to a release candidate; I've been using the latest beta for awhile and the improvements are many and useful. I've been using OpenOffice in various releases to write with for the last several years; my portions of the last two Liaden novels and several short stories were written in it, and IIRC all of Sword of Orion. I mention this in part in support of the Mass. decision to require open formats for documents, much to the dismay of MSFT who wants to lock cities and states into a never ending MSFT upgrade loop... while using front organizations to deplore the "dangers; of open formats. Front organizations you say? Well, here's some info on part of the situation and you can simply visit and look for the articles about the Mass. decision.

And, most all of the pre-ordered and many of the more recent softcover Liaden Universe(R) Companion have been shipped, none of the hardcovers have been shipped, since they still haven't arrived. We have one overseas pre-ordered LUC to mail Monday, and that should finish the pre-orders not tangled in with other orders.
  • Current Music
    J.J. Cale -- 13 Days (on the road)

The Shakespeare meme, as seen elsewhere and elsewhere

When you see this on your flist,
quote some of the Bard....

Sonnet 65

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

and me?

I ask you to add some other favorite English poem........



COME, madam, come, all rest my powers defy ;
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glittering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopp'd there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed-time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet, and show
The hairy diadems which on you do grow.
Off with your hose and shoes ; then softly tread
In this love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Revealed to men ; thou, angel, bring'st with thee
A heaven-like Mahomet's paradise ; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite ;
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery ;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee !
To enter in these bonds, is to be free ;
Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be.
Full nakedness ! All joys are due to thee ;
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's ball cast in men's views ;
That, when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul might court that, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are only mystic books, which we
—Whom their imputed grace will dignify—
Must see reveal'd. Then, since that I may know,
As liberally as to thy midwife show
Thyself ; cast all, yea, this white linen hence ;
There is no penance due to innocence :
To teach thee, I am naked first ; why then,
What needst thou have more covering than a man?
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    Janis Ian -- god and the fbi