Sharing: A poem about Technology 

This should be something only those born in the late seventies and earlier can fully appreciate. 

Autographed and in Rare books collection @ Powell Books, Portland


Remember WhenJames Huggins

A computer was something on TV

From a sci fi show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was the cousin of goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend

And gig was a job for the nights.

Now they all mean different things

And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment.

A program was a TV show.

A curser used profanity.

A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age.

A CD was a bank account.

And if you had a 3 1/2″ floppy

You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage

Not something you did to a file.

And if you unzipped anything in public

You’d be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire.

Hard drive was a long trip on the road.

A mouse pad was where a mouse lived.

And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.

Paste you did with glue.

A web was a spider’s home.

And a virus was the flu
I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper

And the memory in my head.

I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash,

But when it happens they wish they were dead.
 

James S. Huggins’ Refrigerator Door http://www.jamesshuggins.com/h/tek1/remember-when.htm

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Sharing: My Cup Has Overflowed

Knowing when you are in a good place and that you’ve made choices – easy and difficult ones – to get there is reason enough to give yourself a pat on the back. But we are never really alone on that journey. There’d always be supporters and naysayers- the former you appreciate and the latter you can shut out. We continue to do what makes us happy and do what we can to keep others happy.

Flowers @ Morning Market in Strefi Hill, Athens

I’ve never made a fortune, 

and it’s probably too late now.
But I don’t worry about that much, 

I’m happy anyhow.
And as I go along life’s way,

I’m reaping better than I sowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed. 
Haven’t got a lot of riches,

and sometimes the going’s tough.

But I’ve got loving ones all around me,

and that makes me rich enough. 
I thank God for his blessings,

and the mercies He’s bestowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,

My faith wore somewhat thin.

But all at once the dark clouds broke,

and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,

about the tough rows I have hoed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,

When the way grows steep and rough.

I’ll not ask for other blessings,

I’m already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.

Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer,

Cause my cup has overflowed.
By John Paul Moore

Deja Vu

  
I had the same thought about a year and a half back when I sat in the same cafe with a book and a coffee.

If this is retirement, I am going to be bored out of my mind

Fast forward 18 months – I am finally getting my license to teach after a year of postgrad study. 

It is a profession I find deeply meaningful and one that I can see myself undertaking right into the retirement phase of life. 

It also finances the wanderlust and gives time to satisfy globetrotting cravings. 

First of which is a celebratory trip to Yangon, Myanmar for surviving the crazy hours at teaching college and the 10-weeks of non-stop lesson observations.

[Country] [One Distinctive Feature]

 I did this one day last year when I was pondering about our 2016 trips. Under ‘things I want to explore in a country’, I started scribbling out food items, cultural practices and the lot. I got bored doing it alone and roped SJ in to see if we are going to play Snap! on the answers we blurted out with the playlist of countries. 

It turned out that we weren’t too far off. There are 196 countries ( or 202 depending on what you count), and there is still a long way to go on our list here. I just might try to do all. 😝

Portuguese Fado

Argentinian Tango

Swedish Fika

English Tea

Spanish Siesta

Chinese Opera

Australian Outback

Korean Kimchi

Turkish Whirling Dervishes

Japanese Sakura

Peruvian Ceviche

Finnish Santa

Italian Mafia

Indian Curry

Russian Ballet

Austrian Music

African Safari

German Sausages

French Cuisine

American Freedom

Egyptian Pyramids

Thai Monks

Dutch Canals

Belgian Chocolate

Taiwanese Street Fare

Qatari Souks

Arabian Nights

Brazilian Mardi Gras

Indonesian Massage

Swiss Cheese

Mauritian Sugarcane

Sri Lankan Tea

New Zealand Sheep

Hungarian Goulash

Estonian Skype

Maldivian Whales

Liechtenstein Stamps

Norwegian Fiords 

Arctic Circle

Antarctic Freeze

Polish Dumplings

Greek Temples

Mexican Salsa

Canadian Maple

Happy 2016

We just watched a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie that they make every year for the holidays: Just in Time for Christmas. We watch a lot of them. They are characteristic of Hallmark – heart-warming, family-oriented and they always have happy endings.

Why not?

But this one struck me as particularly poetic because I just got back from a family gathering that questioned my switch of occupation from one they considered high-faluting to teach. AgAin. 

So in my head, in a passive-aggressive way, as I watched the movie, I formed this:

This year, instead of resolutions, take a moment instead to ask yourselves: What do I want to look back on when 2017 comes round? What matters to me? What fulfills me? What is it that I really want?

The answers don’t always come easily. If we are honest with ourselves, they might not be what we expect. Some may be surprised. Others may get judgemental. 
An inspired life begins by being truthful to yourself. Courage to change comes next.

Separation Anxiety of the GB kind

I have been without my 4G access for a week and it has been torturous.

Spotty WIFI signals were what got me through this trying time. Though I had to search for one everywhere I went, and key in a userid and password set every single time I wanted the Internet, I did it.

I got myself into trouble in the first place – by using up all 4GB of my monthly allocation within three weeks. That is a bit more than a GB a week on surfing, streaming, blogging and whatsapping. To exceed this limit is to burn a nice hole in my pocket, so I made the painful decision to shut off all data coming through and just live with WIFI. Gahhhh!

It was not a big deal (I keep telling myself) but I felt handicapped.

The habit of staring intently at a smartphone is something that is surprisingly difficult to rid. When in a train, on a bus, while waiting or eating; At a restaurant, in the car, or even when walking. Why one needs to be entertained while walking is beyond me. Yet, I am guilty of all of the above. There are just so many things to look at!

One hand brandishing a phone, the other armed with coffee. We rather type when we can talk and LOL when we can laugh. We do it so much that we have to be told to put our gadgets away in a basket before entering certain places. Or to silence them in others. When we get them back, we launch our apps again, get busy updating, look for directions to the new coffee place, eyeball the shops enroute and do 21 other things simultaneously. Running an empire probably takes less multitasking than this.

My addiction to being tethered started with a smartphone 7 years ago. I don’t like being without it. I cannot imagine what it must be like for a child born into world one day in the future, where having a connection is as natural as eating and drinking, to go offline.

They’ll need a cure for a new separation anxiety. I am sure of it.

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