The Road Best Traveled

Some people hate poetry. “Pretentious,” they say. Well, I say anything can be pretentious, and poetry like any work of creation, can be good or bad, effective or not, applicable or not. Impactful or not.

I’m up against Choices. What started as a tactical “let’s see” has on its own volition inflated to include most of the space around me and inside my head and has become a choice of strategic importance to my life going one way or t’other.

For reasons I can’t yet fathom, a quote by Maya Angelou hit me like a ton of bricks, yet it didn’t knock me off balance, it gave me grounding. It didn’t settle a thing, but I was more settled. It didn’t provoke, but I felt as if the words demanded something of me. It didn’t comfort me, but it pointed me in some direction. All in the midst of these Choices.

Maya Angelou and her wisdom:

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song.

Only those far from my personal realm will find pretense, not only in the quote, but perhaps in me as well. Oh well.

Life is song, all rhythm to keep it going, all words to keep it interacting, all music to carry it to places neither rhythm nor words can reach.

Angelou knows why the caged bird sings. Choice is my cage right now; Decision is the key which will unlock it.


Nod to Gruber on this one. Not sure whether to thank him or…or…or…just go ahead and tell rixstep that Gruber doesn’t like the font on their homepage or something. Funny how you can’t threaten bodily harm, but no one can press charges for sicking (good word) rixies on someone. Death by someone’s hand or death by a thousand annoying kindergarten insults written by ham-fisting a jumbo Crayola: I pick the former.

Anyway, watch at your own peril. Because not only will you see and hear field sales sloganeering going on, but late night infomercials for penis-enlargement, acne medication and fat loss pills have better production values and even better pitches.

Watch at your own peril. Yes, peril!!!!

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For my own efforts, I couldn’t make it through the entire thing, but I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if they got the UI guys to produce it. It’s not like they’re sequestered in their offices sweating the details on the Vista UE.

Oh, and one more thing: in the verse that addresses the ‘wait and see’ IT professionals’ attitude towards Vista deployment, the song’s answer to that attitude is “SP1!”. Pardon me for sweating the details myself on their behalf, but if those IT professionals have already waited until SP1, how does that combat ‘wait and see’ since, like I said, they’ve already waited. Already seen. And the adoption rates post-SP1 aren’t anything to write home about.

Meanwhile, IBM—yes, IBM—is giving their employees the option of having a Mac for their main computer. Early results of the trial? 86% of them wanted to keep the Mac they were given for the testing period.

I’m not sayin’…I’m just sayin’.

As for the video, are you embarrassed for them? You should be. Are you ready to shoot the messenger? You should be.

They should have called the video “Two Girls and One Cup of Vista”.

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P.S. Bruce’s butt is much hotter.

P.P.S. He’s flagging right, red. Some of you will know what that means. I do, but ew. But it’s apropros imagery for Vista. Double ew.