So a couple years back, a friend had posed a question. Their child was assigned the task of reading Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" and to write a short description of what they thought the poem was about. To this they would also add the opinions of a few other adults and so as a nominal adult I and others were queried. Seriousness was not required and was arguably actively discouraged, at least by the parent.
Bittered Sling
"Cock tail, then is a stimulating liquor, composed of spirits of any kind, sugar, water and bitters it is vulgarly called a bittered sling..."
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Post Zero: The Beginining
Only time will tell what sorts of things end up on this blog. I kind of felt like having someplace to drop random creative, semi-creative, derivative, and possibly exculpatory outputs and outlets. I don't expect to post here frequently, and rarely if ever to express my thoughts on the role of incentives in growth-oriented governmental subsidization policies, though I make no promises not to wax poetic on the use of configuration management tools, convergence, and idempotency.
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