hoodwink.d enhanced

Wed Aug 3

Street painter illusions


Beachskyline

Lake Shore Drive in shadows, from Metroblogging Chicago

#rails-core

13:28 < minam> sometimes, I wish OSX wouldn't allow a window to have focus if it isn't visible
13:30 < killfile> focus follows brain
13:30 < minam> pinky follows brain

#rubyist.org

12:38 <@mikael> ``Dear customers, you all suck and I hate you''
12:38 <@mikael> ``Please relieve me of the terrible burden of supporting you''
12:39 <@noradio> all user support emails i get are written with LaTeX quotes
Old men
move me.
The way courage is asked of them
to walk.
The way they still wear hats
and tip them for a lady.
How their collars stand out from their thin necks.
How they are careful to balance their heads.
How they do not complain
but, if you ask, might say,
“Most horrible!” and grin.
How they wear Hush Puppies, walk silently,
practicing to be ghosts.
How their hair grows so white and thin
it lies on their frail skulls like light.
How when they are alone, their spindle fingers
make gestures, speak in silence.
How their mouths work, remembering.
How their eyes, their eyes look far, far off,
seeing something I do not yet know what.

Old Men by Norah Pollard