Ricola drops are saving me from the worst of a horrible head and throat cold. Now, I just need some hot cocoa and soup to make the experience complete.

Posted by at February 29, 2000 07:54 AM

ICANN Moves Closer To 'At Large' Representation

They want 5,000 members. Spike the pot for Hypercube Industries today!

Posted by at February 29, 2000 06:17 AM

One of many reasons I picked the name moonfarmer for this weblog because farming was the first technological revolution. A revolution that transformed human society forever by allowing the creation of a large food surplus. A surplus that allowed people to spend time inventing more technology. Eventually, this lead to the invention of the internet. Imagine holding that patent.

Seriously, a bit of perspective, maybe instead of worrying about the chilling effect of web patents, we should worry about the chilling effect of world economics on the farmers and gardners in Kazakhstan and almost everywhere else in the world. The internet allowed them them to reach out, and if we can answer, then it proves the internet is "yet another farm technology."

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A community of student teachers, it sounds like a good idea to me.

The Perfect Paper Airplane-- requirements: Paper and Imagination.

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 DaysDaughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb, like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.To each they offer gifts, after his will,-- Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all. I, in my pleachd garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. 

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It's time for me to take my VAIO out for some hot cocoa.

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Looks like it might be competition for Transmeta's Crusoe, except it lacks the x86 code morphing architecture hooks.

Posted by at February 26, 2000 08:36 PM

I wrote a terminate-stay-resident (TSR) application during the sidekick craze too. It was a contract job for an application that provided quick access to after care patient information. A few years later the release of the Mac and Windows made every application a TSR without knowing how to chain a keyboard interrupt handler.

I hope the competition in the weblog market stays friendly. But, I wonder what will happen if companies like Yahoo! and AOL decides to offer their own similar applications.

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We do not have it through the phones
We do not have it in your homes
We do not have those high speed lines
We will not have them any time.

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I was thinking of someone while I played the Everybody Knows Verse Game again.

Everybody knows you are a tamer of beasts, everybody knows your whispered sweet nothings. Everybody knows your asymmetrical dimple, and everybody knows your sexy tattoo. Everybody knows you walk in dreams, so many dreams. And everybody knows.

Posted by at February 24, 2000 10:10 PM

The Everybody Knows Verse Game is fun. Here's how it works, first let's look at one Leonard's Everybody Knows verses as an example:

Everybody knows that you love me baby. Everybody knows that you really do. Everyone knows that you've been faithful, give or take a night. Everybody knows you have been discreet, but there were so many people you just had to meet without your clothes. And everybody knows.

The verse must start with the word Everybody and end with the sentence "Everybody knows" or "And everybody knows." The game is simply to write new "Everybody Knows" verses. Extra points are awarded if the verse has clever ryhmes, such as "pockets" and "chocolates."

This game is hours of fun! If you send me an original Everybody Knows verse, I'll post it here on moonfarmer.org!

Here's one of mine:

Everybody knows you dream of falling and everybody hears your silent screams calling. Everybody knows you are awake staring into the dark. Everybody knows you are praying into the void. Everybody knows.

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JOY TO THE WORLD!

They know what's wrong with my Starmax and it's covered under the Motorola five year warranty. I knew that was going to come in handy. I just wish they hadn't freaked me out on Monday by saying "Well, the floppy and the CD-Rom work. We're still running diagnostics on the hard drive, the motherboard, the RAM, and the PCI riser." But no matter.

Posted by at February 23, 2000 10:17 AM

We should sue Fox, claiming embarrassment and libel and other doodads. Fox has enough money to let Hypercube Industries become as huge and arrogant as it could become accustomed to.

My implementation of the International Women's Day 2000 subsite of the Status of Women Canada federal department is going up piecemeal. My boss is getting all kinds of email asking where the fuck it is -- my response would be "You gave us five days with the material, which wasn't even approved by the Minister until the third day we had it, and we gave you something pretty. Go fuck yourself if that's not fast enough -- not even Hypercube Industries could get it out faster."

(<insert stupid disclaimer about how I'm not speaking in any official capacity for Status of Women Canada, just my pissed off self>)

Posted by at February 23, 2000 08:50 AM

First they came for the Communists, and I didn°Øt speak up, because I wasn°Øt a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn°Øt speak up, because I wasn°Øt a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn°Øt speak up, because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me.by Rev. Martin Niemoller, 1945 

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Karma Repair Kit: Item 1-4

1.   Get enough food to eat and eat it.

2.   Find a place that is quiet to sleep, and sleep there.

3.   Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it.

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Posted by at February 22, 2000 07:18 AM

 since feeling is firstby ee cummingssince feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the worldmy blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.  Don't cry - the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which sayswe are for each other; then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis 

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From the "Are you talking to me?" Department

"There's a baby out front, if you like babies."

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 Endymionby Oscar WildeTHE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me. O rising moon! O Lady moon! Be you my lover°Øs sentinel, You cannot choose but know him well, For he is shod with purple shoon, You cannot choose but know my love, For he a shepherd°Øs crook doth bear, And he is soft as any dove, And brown and curly is his hair.The turtle now has ceased to call Upon her crimson-footed groom, The grey wolf prowls about the stall, The lily°Øs singing seneschal Sleeps in the lily-bell, and all The violet hills are lost in gloom. O risen moon! O holy moon! Stand on the top of Helice, And if my own true love you see, Ah! if you see the purple shoon, The hazel crook, the lad°Øs brown hair, The goat-skin wrapped about his arm, Tell him that I am waiting where The rushlight glimmers in the Farm.The falling dew is cold and chill, And no bird sings in Arcady, The little fauns have left the hill, Even the tired daffodil Has closed its gilded doors, and still My lover comes not back to me. False moon! False moon! O waning moon! Where is my own true lover gone, Where are the lips vermilion, The shepherd°Øs crook, the purple shoon? Why spread that silver pavilion, Why wear that veil of drifting mist? Ah! thou hast young Endymion, Thou hast the lips that should be kissed! 

Posted by at February 17, 2000 06:34 AM

What I would do with $50 from Altoids:

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 After Apple Pickingby Robert FrostMy long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.And I keep hearing from the cellar bin The rumbling sound Of load on load of apples coming in. For I have had too much Of apple-picking: I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep. 

Posted by at February 16, 2000 01:38 AM

I hope everyone has a better Valentine's day then the Saint himself. The Romans chopped St. Valentine's head off and made him a martyr. But, don't let that keep you from sending your valentine a dozen blood red roses. I am not bitter, really I am not bitter! Here's a valentine from me to all of you, one of the Bard's sonnets...

 Sonnet XVIIIShall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee. 

Posted by at February 14, 2000 07:24 AM

 The Road Not Takenby Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 

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