If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!For anyone working in software development, this paper “No Silver Bullet – Essence and Accident in Software Engineering” from way back in 1986 is a must read. In fact, the paper by Fred Brooks should be a regular read and reread to bring us all back down to earth as we work through software development …
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I saw this on Twitter over the weekend and was immediately struck by the terror, yet simplicity. There’s lots of writing here on this site from a Sheridan already, so this is another one (albeit in a completely different format, content and tone) to add to the list.
At least, in the world of today with compressed attention spans.
A man waited every year for the day the sun will rise just right and reflect along the railroad tracks, Finally that day came!! pic.twitter.com/xskNnrjbqs — WoW (@VERYINTERESTlNG) March 24, 2018
Just what is it that you want to do? We wanna be free, we wanna be free to do what we wanna do And we wanna get loaded and we wanna have a good time That’s what we’re gonna do, no way, baby, let’s go We’re gonna have a good time, we’re gonna have a party I don’t wanna lose your love, I don’t wanna lose your love I don’t …
Who has need of you, fearsome Death? I am young and the stars are shining. Keep from me with your fetid breath Bony hands and that ever-whining Never-satisfied lustful cry: Seek the heavy and burdened head Bowed and ripe for your harvest dread, I will not die! Pass me and leave me; the wind is sweet, Larks will sing to the sun tomorrow Youth has no friend in a winding …
When a motor-car is coming, Its lights, shining bright, Makes me think of dragons – And it gives me such a fright To think of fiery dragons, Great hungry dragons, Roaming through the forest in the dark, dark night. When is motor-car is going, Its little tail light Makes me think of fairies – And it fills me with delight To think of dancing fairies, Happy moonbeam fairies, Showing firefly …
Last thing at night, Before we go to bed, Mum tells stories out of her head. We all sit quiet, We don’t make a sound – Some on chairs And some on the ground; Keeping very still And with no wish to play, For this is the happiest Hour of the day; When we gather round the fire, Before we go to bed, And Mum tells stories Out of her …
Sycamore Tree, sycamore tree, How did you grow so tall? Up into the blue sky, Beside the garden wall; Right up to the nursery window, As big as a tree can be – It must have taken you years and years, Sycamore, sycamore tree. Sycamore tree, sycamore tree, How did you grow so tall? I know you weren’t always big, That once you were ever so small; Scarce up to …
When my lips can no longer say Pater Noster or last Ave, When my eyes can no longer see Crucifix or rosary, Plead for me Mary, then and stand Advocate at the King’s right hand; Comfort me Mary, then and keep The shadows from me as I fall asleep. Earth to earth, Flesh to sod, Breath to the winds, And soul to God.
Last Monday night there was an interesting programme on late on BBC1. The blurb from the website says that Pullman was named one of Britain’s greatest writers as well as – strangely for someone who is described as a childrens writer – one of the most dangerous writers in Britain. Watching this on BBC1 at the moment >>> https://t.co/f93NMcbs95 If you haven’t read His Dark Materials by @PhilipPullman yet, you …
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