I am all tuckered out acceding to requests for username and password, and somewhat bemused by the wishes of a colleague for a 'smooth transition'.
I like to wear socks whose bona fides are intact. You might think its strange, but I have an aversion to that horrible little thread in cheap socks that worms its way between my toes.
Note: The 4,100 words which follow contain my observations alone. You may see things differently, although I do hope that at least something strikes a chord. If you cannot stomach a text this long - a text I felt compelled to write - be glad that I put the poem and its translation at the... Continue Reading →