should i compare that to the summer's thrust?

should i compare that to the summer's thrust?
that was not lovely, nor quite temperate
no winds did shake the giant trees august,
and summer's stride hath all too long a gate:
today too hot the eye of heaven shone,
though oft' was his dank cloud complexion dimm'd;
and every sweat from head did downward run,
by chance or wind's gust's changing course untrimm'd:
but this eternal summer shall not fade
nor lose possession: global warming growest;
but shall death drag us wandering to his shade,
when to eternal tombs our time doth flowest:

so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
so long lives this, which warns of death to thee.

i woke up early, when pg did, and couldn't get back to sleep. too much to do. i made phone calls and handled emails, enjoying the balmy summer's morning and thinking how wonderful it would be to do absolutely nothing with my day. then i caught a bus to work.

i got a handle on my ubuntu installation, then hurried through the intense heat and seering sun to the university for a meeting. i had time for a decent cafeteria meal, and was intruded upon by wordsworth who'd arrived just in time to discover that our meeting had been moved to our professor's residence. i finished up and we moved along.

the meeting was interesting, the dog still hates me, i found a useful app that turns an iphone into a microphone, i way-too-excitedly bragged about getting my poem published (training wheels, it's exciting because it's in the fuddy-duddy anthology).

more heat and humidity, then back to work. i actually got a bit of work done, too. i got a ride to the other office from mmf, and have spent my last couple of hours sorting out mail now that we've made the transition to gmail hosting. so much better!

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important life lessons

my moon aims to disprove the "moon hoax" conspiracy. it's not terrible, but it could definitely be a lot stronger.