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S.O.S.

Let's rename thee.

Microsoft Internet Explorer is inappropriately named; it is a support application (medium) for Microsoft and should really be called "WaSupp MS?" I also see clearly through my glass that "Windows" doesn't make sense as a name for an operating system, it simply should be called Soft's O/S and shortened to S.O.S.

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Final Pose

I have news for you. Peter Pan is here! …
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream, She decides,
“Never to grow up.”
from Pose, 1996 in Amos, Amas, Amat 2003 pp. 82–83.

POSE
1996

I have news for you.
Peter Pan is here!
He is reborn in a middle-aged woman.
She now buys inline skates.
Tinker Bell breathes a spell
In the updraft of her flowing hair,
Rings a heady impulsive beat into her ear,
Flashes the jeweled sparkle
Of the Northern Star into her eyes,
Frappes visions of clowns and ballerinas
Free from her mind.
Re-sewn tuxedo and cosmetic masque
Paint colourful jester
Donning pointe shoes
That blister her toes
As she pushes aged body
Into a dancer’s pose,
Her thoughts transcend physical being.
Think the rite words,
Soar to heavenly, pink-violet passions of sunset.
Think the light words,
Pony-playfully frolic in fresh fields of daisies.
Think the sprite words,
Find the miracle of parting water.
Feel the transition stage of pregnant delivery.
Think the bright words,
Refin(e)d rip-cord trust in living.
Think the right words.
A roam of intoxicating scents assault her senses.
Dawn cleanly showers its dew-laden grass,
Alberta yields earthy bursts of moist, tilled soil and
harvested crops,
B.C. pines eucalyptus evergreen,
Misty musk of Ontario Falls,
Morning rises her with donkey brays resounding
echoes
In a Singing Valley of majestic Rockies
Fracturing splitting notes of
the mountain’s rippling streams.
Hotly springs her cerebral orgasm of new thought.
Relaxed by noonday warmth
Of sun’s rays embrace,
She experiences sweat-lodge cleansing.
With the lightness of a realization,
She floats into evening’s veiled mystery
of a starless night,
Finds full-moon wonder in gentle rocking
Memory of her mother’s cradling arms.
Transcend into this second stage of living.
In the euphoric state of a remembered dream,
She decides, “Never to grow up.”

Stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes

Mike Holmes
Being stuck in an elevator with Mike Holmes would allow me to ask him questions about building issues and to be able to talk to him about green issues as they pertain to the construction industry. I have heard criticisms about his going overboard regarding safety issues. The criticisms bother me because I feel he builds for current buiilding plans, but also as a foundation for futher development. Just because an owner may not have changes planned does not mean that a new owner might not. We are mortal after all. By using the opportunity to express respect, I might even get a hug!