SLAVES TO TIME
July 4, 2017 8:35
how gentle was Time back when
back when there were no summer rains
and new-found love was both innocent and wild
back when Time had yet to be wholly realized
had yet to aggrieve, to exist
before the epoch of open awakening
Time, a mock-ruin folly gracing a veiled
skyscape, emptiness reigned absolute
then came a purposeless craving species
inventors of Time, guardians of legends
bearing evolutions curse of awareness
myths in extremis, consumers of all crux
sharing roost beneath, above and beyond
immortality was theirs to keep, yet such bountiful breeders
corrupt greedy feeders they fashioned a clock counting
down the demise of flesh and mind, became slaves of Time
Time, that invisible thief of all that is precious
Cómo descomprimir un archivo .tar.gz
July 4, 2017 8:34
Veamos en este artículo cómo comprimir, crear y extraer archivos tar.
Cada vez que tengo que extraer archivos .tar.gz desde la línea de comandos, nunca recuerdo exactamente cómo hacerlo. En este tutorial aprenderemos cómo hacer de una vez por todas y además muchos otros “hacks” sobre los ficheros .tar.
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Mrs Pots
July 4, 2017 8:33
Instantly whole
A voice welcomes you into this world
Learning what piece goes where
Someone to mind,never allowing to be dropped, in truth no one knows where all the pieces go
There isn’t a how to
There isn’t a warranty
As the whole eventually goes
So does these pieces, as life will break
W/0 warning &the pieces no longer have a place or a body that will hold
The Summer We Cornered the Hog Lard Market
July 4, 2017 8:33
The year was 1962. The place–a small town in Missouri so insignificant it billed itself as The Gateway to the Ozarks. Not the Ozark Mountains themselves, you understand, but if you wanted to get to them you had to go through us. Unless you were coming from the south, the east or the west, in which case you could avoid us and go through some other gateway.
Ray Sadecki, bespectacled left-handed fireballer, 6-8 that year.
I was one of five eleven-year-old boys who, because of our inadequate baseball skills, had been held back on a B-level Little League team, when others our age or younger had been promoted to the “A” league. Even John Rader, who couldn’t throw a ball and hit the broad side of a barn, was called up because his dad was chummy with–there I go again, angrily rehashing the past. It’s better to just let it…
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We can’t quite see the fireworks from A Bitty Better, but close
July 4, 2017 8:31
There will be events that bring fireworks over Onondaga Lake.
My dear wife Karen and I were wondering how far we’d have to wander from the property around A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville to see them.
Not bad, we’ve discovered, this perk in our first summer since moving from the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
From Onondaga Lake Park
Karen was out of the house at the first boom, and I had to go find her. A couple of neighbors were in the parking lot of the Town of Salina Offices across the street, watching from there. They told me that she-went-that-away.
I found her behind the building, with a good spot by the guard rail that protected folks from tumbling down the steep hill.
We liked it.
We watched them all.
Happy July Fourth, my American friends.
Behind the Offices.
May you find your fireworks.
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