Tag Archives: Computers

IN THIS AGE

Posted on January 6, 2017 by elainedanforth

In this age, where no one listens anymore to the birds up in the trees. . . where no one even lets the choir who sing hearts full into their song and patiently receive the preach, to humbly bend out … Continue reading →

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THE COMFORT OF THE MODERN DAY MUNDANE

Posted on June 10, 2016 by elainedanforth

There is a comfort in the mundane. Funny, though, that today’s mundane leaves me fidgety on a weirdly glowing screen. But other worlds beyond that scene also here become unfurled and the wonder they uncover will one day be seen.

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THE SHEEN OF MULTI-TASKING

Posted on December 3, 2015 by elainedanforth

multi-tasking– the shiny way in which we humans are progressing. . . Such unproductive ROT! when we succumb, we lose touch– too many neurons so to numb, robbing life and love of all they’re absolutely asking, and demanding. . . … Continue reading →

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ONCE UPON A MEG

Posted on October 30, 2015 by elainedanforth

Many years ago, I was working in the office of a small, but successful company. A lot of the power computer work (work requiring big computer memory) was done by the administrative staff, so the partners of the firm did … Continue reading →

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REFRESHING FLESH AND BLOOD

Posted on September 2, 2015 by elainedanforth

Perhaps it’s just as well that we’ve no button to refresh when it seems our energy’s gone stuck or stale. . . we’ll have to do some looking and some guessing about what has steered us a bit ill and … Continue reading →

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IT SEEMS THERE’S STILL AN OUTSIDE WORLD

Posted on February 9, 2015 by elainedanforth

Judging from the view right through my window. . . it seems it’s true there’s still an outside world== even if the secrets on their way to me are stuck in some lame limbo, in the fingers of what dares … Continue reading →

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