Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

work?

Back in December, I wrote about the fun of getting a new contract. Well, I got one. It started in mid-January and it's kept me pretty busy. I've been to Manchester, Preston, Penrith, Bristol, Colchester, Maidstone, Ashburton and London. I've taught classes of people about a new system they're getting. Now I'm waiting for the go-ahead for the next stage - coaching people on how to use the system once it's live.

Now you might think it'd be an idea to train people just before go-live. Yes, it is. But most people would rather be given a system that works well, than one that's close but not quite ready. So, wisely, the clients decided to fix some issues before go-live. Maybe a software company or two could learn from that?

But it does mean that photos just haven't been taken - until we had some snow on the tulips, and then again yesterday when we had sunshine on the bluebells. It means I've resisted the chances to buy yet more camera gear.

And it also means I've written no poetry recently. I've always been clear that I write when the muse calls me; I don't write to order. It's a shame, but it just shows how special that period was in which I wrote 100 poems in six months.

I'll write again.

ain't it grand?

I should know by now...things change and you don't always know. Sometimes, you don't know there's been a change until the day you try to do it the old way. Sometimes you realise it's changed, but don't know why. Sometimes you know why...and still don't like it.

I just found out why I hadn't been able to update my website. The technical reason was simple, once I found out. Somehow, my website was taking up more space than when I'd last changed it. The provider had changed the way it was stored and hadn't bothered to say "oh, by the way, your old website will use more space now". They then hid the reason I couldn't update - or the way to find out how much space was in use.

Well, OK, maybe they didn't deliberately hide the information; they just put it somewhere new and didn't say where that was. And of course the helpline had a queue, and the text chat facility they put on to avoid the phone queue....also had a queue.

So, now I can fix the broken link on the website. And I deleted a couple of galleries that had been there a while. Fun? No. Quick? No. Done? For now.