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Jan. 17th, 2008
Hymn # 7 To Asteria as Delos:
Sing, clear-voiced Muses of shining Asteria, daughter of bright Phoibe who fell from the sky and dwelled beneath the sea until far-wandering Leto came to give birth. Then, blessed star-goddess, you rose from the deep to become Delos, obscure wave-tossed island, that your sister may have respite from her forced wanderings. She swore by the Styx that did you welcome her son’s birth on your soil, you would enjoy great renown. There, many goddesses gathered while Iris the storm-footed fetched Eilythia and Hera’s rage was calmed by Zeus. Then, with a great cry, golden Apollo was born and a temple was built. Four pillars rose up from the sea-floor to hold you fast, no longer to be tossed about by the waves and men brought great sacrifices to your shores. Greatest of the Cyclades, a boat does not pass in your sight without stopping to offer homage at your temple!
To you, Asteria, hail! I will remember you and another song also.
Hymn # 10: To Hermes the Clever One:
Of fleet-footed Hermes I begin my song, clever one born of Maia who devised many genius inventions. Swiftly, your winged sandals bear you between the realms of Zeus and Hades and mortal man, carrying messages, thieving cattle and guiding souls on their final journey. Sweetly sings the lyre as the player’s fingers caress and dance over its strings and the melodious tune wafts from the shepherd’s pipe, drifting softly over hill and pasture while the fire stick brings warmth and light.
To you, Hermes, quick-thinking inventor, hail! I will remember you and another song also.
Hymn #11: to Leto, Artemis and Apollo
Fair-voiced Muses, sing of modest Leto and her divine children. Of she who is most gentle of all Olympians, loved by Zeus, dark-robed mother who traveled far, veiled one who goes unseen. Daughter of shining Phoibe, you, twin-bearing goddess are revered among motals!
And of Artemis, huntress of the forest, clad in saffron tunic, you whom no man may possess. Attended by nymphs, you roam free, unhindered by domestic bonds, protecting your wild lands and dancing with the Muses on Olympus.
and of Apollo of the lyre and silver bow, oracle-giving lord of Delphi, most beautiful of the gods, your gifts are many. You grant true visions and lead the muses in heavenly song as you pluck clear notes from your lyre.
To you, Leto, Artemis and Apollo, gentle mother and archer twins, hail! I seek your blessings and honor to my song.
Sing, clear-voiced Muses of shining Asteria, daughter of bright Phoibe who fell from the sky and dwelled beneath the sea until far-wandering Leto came to give birth. Then, blessed star-goddess, you rose from the deep to become Delos, obscure wave-tossed island, that your sister may have respite from her forced wanderings. She swore by the Styx that did you welcome her son’s birth on your soil, you would enjoy great renown. There, many goddesses gathered while Iris the storm-footed fetched Eilythia and Hera’s rage was calmed by Zeus. Then, with a great cry, golden Apollo was born and a temple was built. Four pillars rose up from the sea-floor to hold you fast, no longer to be tossed about by the waves and men brought great sacrifices to your shores. Greatest of the Cyclades, a boat does not pass in your sight without stopping to offer homage at your temple!
To you, Asteria, hail! I will remember you and another song also.
Hymn # 10: To Hermes the Clever One:
Of fleet-footed Hermes I begin my song, clever one born of Maia who devised many genius inventions. Swiftly, your winged sandals bear you between the realms of Zeus and Hades and mortal man, carrying messages, thieving cattle and guiding souls on their final journey. Sweetly sings the lyre as the player’s fingers caress and dance over its strings and the melodious tune wafts from the shepherd’s pipe, drifting softly over hill and pasture while the fire stick brings warmth and light.
To you, Hermes, quick-thinking inventor, hail! I will remember you and another song also.
Hymn #11: to Leto, Artemis and Apollo
Fair-voiced Muses, sing of modest Leto and her divine children. Of she who is most gentle of all Olympians, loved by Zeus, dark-robed mother who traveled far, veiled one who goes unseen. Daughter of shining Phoibe, you, twin-bearing goddess are revered among motals!
And of Artemis, huntress of the forest, clad in saffron tunic, you whom no man may possess. Attended by nymphs, you roam free, unhindered by domestic bonds, protecting your wild lands and dancing with the Muses on Olympus.
and of Apollo of the lyre and silver bow, oracle-giving lord of Delphi, most beautiful of the gods, your gifts are many. You grant true visions and lead the muses in heavenly song as you pluck clear notes from your lyre.
To you, Leto, Artemis and Apollo, gentle mother and archer twins, hail! I seek your blessings and honor to my song.
I have not written a hymn in some time. I think that starting next week, I will aim to write at least three per week. It's not unrealistic. I will try my best to do this, however I will not just dash off some dreck to achieve quantity- if it comes to be that I do not write three per week, the world will not end.
So today's been a nice easy Thursday. I've had very little to deal with. Nothing going on. Easy stuff. Lots of RMA status checks and "quick questions" that for once actually were.
And then The Call comes in. So this guy is telling me about a unit in Iraq. He's calling me from California. Video conferencing over ISDN. Joy. *jump* Starts out with "So we're getting this error message: "error. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." What's that?
Can't call one of our test sites in CA, sounds like he's talking to someone in Iraq having them do the work. I have him call another in MA...same. I give him a call from a test unit here in my office- AFTER we go through the mess of getting his ISDN number- initially, he asked me for it!!...connects.
Somehow it never registers in my mind that he's having me call a California phone number. And he keeps talking bout this unit being "over in Iraq"- note, he's very distinctively pronouncing it eye-raq, not ih-raq.
I start asking him questions about his BRI box...he's saying he's looking at it, all the lights are green, we're going back and forth and something is very wrong. I ask him how the unit is connected to the BRI. With cables, he says. But it's in Iraq? Yes, he says. And the BRI is in California? Yep. but the unit is in Iraq? Yep. And what is it connected to? The BRI. They're connected directly? Affirmative. How is the BRI in California connected to the unit in Iraq? Phone cables. (Insert several rephrasings of this question, getting me nowhere.)
Finally, the only thing that seems to get my message across is to say "Sir how is it that a videoconferencing unit in the Middle East is connected directly to a BRI in California? Those are some really long phone cables."
37 minutes into the call, I could hear the lightbulb go on.
"Oh, no...it's not in eye-raq. It's in a rack. In a closet here in my office. "
And that's when I killed him, your honor. Reached right through the phone and ripped out his trachea.
And then The Call comes in. So this guy is telling me about a unit in Iraq. He's calling me from California. Video conferencing over ISDN. Joy. *jump* Starts out with "So we're getting this error message: "error. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." What's that?
Can't call one of our test sites in CA, sounds like he's talking to someone in Iraq having them do the work. I have him call another in MA...same. I give him a call from a test unit here in my office- AFTER we go through the mess of getting his ISDN number- initially, he asked me for it!!...connects.
Somehow it never registers in my mind that he's having me call a California phone number. And he keeps talking bout this unit being "over in Iraq"- note, he's very distinctively pronouncing it eye-raq, not ih-raq.
I start asking him questions about his BRI box...he's saying he's looking at it, all the lights are green, we're going back and forth and something is very wrong. I ask him how the unit is connected to the BRI. With cables, he says. But it's in Iraq? Yes, he says. And the BRI is in California? Yep. but the unit is in Iraq? Yep. And what is it connected to? The BRI. They're connected directly? Affirmative. How is the BRI in California connected to the unit in Iraq? Phone cables. (Insert several rephrasings of this question, getting me nowhere.)
Finally, the only thing that seems to get my message across is to say "Sir how is it that a videoconferencing unit in the Middle East is connected directly to a BRI in California? Those are some really long phone cables."
37 minutes into the call, I could hear the lightbulb go on.
"Oh, no...it's not in eye-raq. It's in a rack. In a closet here in my office. "
And that's when I killed him, your honor. Reached right through the phone and ripped out his trachea.
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Jan. 17th, 2008 10:46 pmI don't feel like going out in the snow. No kidding, I am sincerely pondering staying at the office tonight. I can sleep amazingly well on a couple of chairs pushed together and I've discovered that my new coat makes a lovely pillow.
...but for that whole thing about sleeping in my bed...
...but for that whole thing about sleeping in my bed...