True Tales of Frost and Fear

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.

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.