I was inspired to write this haiku after a mammoth software training session that was of limited success and significant frustration for those of us who were unfortunate enough to be attending “remotely” using a web share application…
With frozen, jerky screen shares
Ah, online meeting!
My choice of image – the valves seated inside a dusty old radio – seems strangely appropriate…
Today another Royal couple were created for the House of Windsor (or rather, Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, until the political change) and also for the paparazzi. After months of build up we will see further weeks of pictures of the wedding followed by the usual “is she pregnant yet?” speculation for months on end up until the point at least two royal sproglets are dutifully produced to (Royal) Order.
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t watch the wedding, but instead decided to use the opportunity to celebrate the day by restarting my blog (yet again – I’ve been very busy) with the following haiku.
Enjoy, or not, the choice is yours!):
Amid pomp and vanity,
Privileged couple wed
Having said all this, I obviously wish them all the best for a long and happy future together.
It’s funny how things pan out. I was searching Amazon for a new powered USB hub as my last one seems to work no longer, and I am shown USB devices to mine bitcoins. Further reading and I stumble upon this alarming article from The Guardian explaining the effects on this activity as “…a competition to waste the most electricity possible by doing pointless arithmetic quintillions of times a second.”
The last week or more has been hard on the psyche for many of us. As a parent with children at college and high school the murderous acts on February 14th hit hard. To some extent we had become numb to the almost daily news stories concerning gun killings in the country where we chose to live. In a sad way I guess that was the final part of our becoming citizens. This event though was different for some reason and I feel that a sense of despair has finally soaked into my bones.
I thought long and hard about this subject over the last few days as I have been traveling and had more time to ponder than usual, and I have summed up my thoughts in the most succinct way I know how, with reference to that other infamous massacre on the same day…
89 years on
St Valentine’s Day again
When will Love prevail?
I decided to write this haiku as I sat in the departure area of San Diego Airport following an unexpected flight delay, presumably due to the bad weather in the mid-west. My flight was initially delayed for 2 hours, then 3, making my connection at Phoenix impossible, so I tried to reschedule the flight.
Like many airports San Diego offers “free WiFi” but, again like many airports, it very rarely works, based on my experience on a half dozen trips over the last 3 months. I fail to understand why, but it seems a common problem, as Phoenix also has a signal that routinely drops. Perhaps they are in cahoots with the phone service providers so we have to use our data plans when stuck in a place we just want to get through.
Anyhow, I used my waiting time to write this as homage to the poor service…
The concept of bootstrapping, or “pulling oneself up by the bootstraps,” means to get yourself out of a situation by using the resources you have at hand. In computer parlance this has been shortened to “booting” and is the term used to describe when a system is initially activated and then starts up using existing hardware and firmware prior to loading the operating system.
Anyhow, I thought I’d extend this concept a little today using my iPhone’s predictive texting to generate a Haiku.
Staring with the word haiku, I selected one of the 3 suggested words that followed and repeated this until my bootstrapped haiku was created:
Last year we were fortunate enough to travel to travel to Europe for a few weeks. Although we mainly spent time in the UK we did get a chance to travel to Paris for a few days and enjoy the sites. As it was a family affair, I can strictly say that I was taking mum to Paris (albeit the mother of my children!)
And what better way to celebrate this then an image of Gustav Eiffel’s famous iron tower?
Built as a temporary structure for the 1889 World’s Fair this remains the tallest building in Paris and is the most visited paid monument in the world, over 125 years later. Looking up at this icon how can one fail to have a reason to be cheerful?