Down On Ferry Farm

There’s been a lot of talk recently about “Cloud Computing” and “Software as a Service” (SaaS). The past week I’ve been doing quite a bit to move these ideas along. I guess it was about two months ago that I learned about “Google Docs” where you can store your documents online. It was only a few days ago that I learned my Hotmail account came with 25GB of free storage. (If you have a current Hotmail account, look for something called "SkyDrive") I love this kind of stuff. So I have been burning up my Internet circuit trying to upload files to the cloud. I’ve got all my poetry sitting at Google and all my (original) music sitting up in Hotmail. The love will certainly run out if something happens to these files. There’s a service called Carbonite that you can use to back up files and store them off-site. The price for the service is ridiculously low. In the past few days I heard a story about some of the data being lost. Can you imagine? Another provider, HP, had a service cal

It’s a strange position to be in: wanting to be seen as well as be invisible. I want to be seen by people that are hiring (obviously) but unseen by those who want to ask me questions about or give me advice on my job search. I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like to answer a lot of questions about myself. I have to do that on first dates and job interviews. When I’m put in that position, I have to put on a brave face and answer the questions. Maybe because I hesitate or try to divert the question they may see me as untrustworthy or not confident. I try to relax and put on that face that says I am somehow at ease. It’s not easy. I feel like a fisherman trying to reel in something on which my family can feed. Out in the water, my boat slowly moves because there are so many other boats around – there are so many lines in the water. I want to find that secluded spot where the fish congregate that no one else knows about. I want to respond to an ad that I am supremely qualified for that no

Following is a list of websites that I go to with varying frequency. Some of the sites I visit every day, some of them -- every couple of days, and a few of them I just "check in" every now and then. I guess it all depends on how often they're updated. This is by no means every site I read, just the ones I want to talk about. Falling Sand Game - To me, this is less of a "game" and more of an "activity". Four streams of sand are falling from the top of the screen and you get to decide their path by setting barriers up or creating trails for them to follow. Controls are at the bottom of the screen. Cover Lay Down - This is a blog that deals with folk tunes... either someone has covered a traditional folk song or someone has taken a standard song and given it a 'folk edge'. Either way, the commentary is smart and insightful. Definr - Plain and simple dictionary. I like the clean interface but I don't understand the "Meep". Delicio

Can you explain something to me? I really don’t understand what’s going on here and I’d like some kind of answer. I must admit that I feel a little stupid and I’m just not sure why. Here’s the basic problem: people are asking for my opinion but then not following it. There’s a wholesale denial of my implied expertise. Let me explain. Scenario 1: A few months ago I was over at my parents. Somehow we got to talking about computers and I relayed my story of how I’ve never had luck with a certain manufacturer I’m going to call Right-Hand-Widget (RHW for short). I told my Dad how I was working for a company that ordered 20 of them for office use and I had to return all 20 because none of them worked – none of them. I went on to tell him of my most recent venture with RHW, that I was “forced” to purchase one at my last company and it also had issues and needed to be returned. I railed on the customer service (worst in the business) and all the foibles I went through to return the PC. Fast-f

I am a child It is the Monday of my life No one knows me yet Or what I will be I can only learn to be confused And so the day goes on I’m just thirteen It is the Tuesday of my life People know me now But not what I’ll be I have begun to be confused And so the day goes on I’m twenty-three It is the Wednesday of my life People know me all too well And what I’ve become It’s never too late to be confused And so the day goes on I’m fifty-one It is the Thursday of my life It’s time I learn about myself And look at what I’ve done Now I learn and only look confused And so the day goes on I’m sixty-three It is the Friday of my life I know all there is to know And have done all I have wanted There is too much time to be confused And so the day goes on I’m seventy-five It is the Saturday of my life The days seem to last for weeks But the night only fifteen minutes long And when I wake, I’m confused And so the day goes on I’m ninety-two It is the Sunday of my life No more prayers to save And soon