I am.
Neither my father nor my mother, but of both.
I am small
But like my brothers, I am my own.

I grow.
It’s a race against the clock, and I was made eager to grow.
I am alive
And like others in my race, taste human rights.

I dream.
Not in thought, but my heart beats the rhythm of the human spirit,
Freedom’s song.
The passion of humanity and individuality flows through my veins, it’s how I was made.

Ask why.
My mother could be unwilling to care for me, or might have been raped,
I do not know.
But I do know I’m not to blame.

Ask why.
My only protection from the world has turned on me.
Turn away
You won’t protect me from my kin, though I have no fighting chance.

Ask why!
I wish I could understand how the world could be so cruel as to blame me.
In this world
That promotes this and only this way out, I wish I wasn’t made guilty.

I cry.
I might be incapable physically, but I’d try.
The heart that
Is still in formation, oh how it can feel heartache.

I cry.
This is how it feels to be forsaken, and now I’ll never meet my first love, laugh with friends, or chance the American Dream.
I think little
But if only I’d been given the chance for after-thought, these are what I’d say.
Yes, if I had a voice before my death sentence, these are what I’d plea.

I die.
If only I was given the chance to forgive you and this world, then I could have tried.
But I die,
I die.

http://trixter.wordpress.com/2008/09/28/the-diskette-that-blew-trixters-mind/

Last week I had the exciting opportunity to fly out to Wichita, Kansas for three nights. The first thing I noticed while getting off the plane was how flat the terrain was all around me, with not a single hill anywhere in sight, and, of course, how windy it was as a result. The hotel I stayed at was fairly nice, with approximately eleven floors, three dining areas, and a number of interesting guest services. My room was also nice and very comfortable.

On my first night, I dined in one of the hotel eateries where I ate a delicious rib eye steak, my favorite cut of meat. The steak was perfectly prepared naked, medium-rare, and thick-cut (over one inch thick). Cut from Midwestern Aberdeen Angus (Black Angus), fresh and never frozen, it was the best rib eye I have ever eaten. In addition to being freshly cut, its succulent tastiness was helped by the fact that Midwestern cattle consume different minerals as they graze than Northeastern cattle do, which produces a flavor that some people prefer. Kansas definitely knows its beef.

On my second night I went out for fantastic barbecue with those that I was meeting in Wichita. We went to Two Brothers Barbecue, where I ordered a combination dinner that included shredded loin, Kansas City-style burnt tips, and pulled pork. It was a great taste of the best of barbecue from three different regions–Southern, Midwestern, and Northeastern styles, respectively. The meat was delicately smoked very well, and several different barbecue sauce condiments were available.

On my final night, I ate in the hotel’s sports bar eatery where I had a strip steak. It was also cut from Midwestern Aberdeen Angus and was very flavorful and tender, and fairly juicy, the way strip steak should be, and much unlike the average strip steak in the Northeast nowadays. Apparently, strip steaks used to be much better in our region back in the old days, but for some reason or another tend to be dryer and less appetizing these days.

My flights all ran very smoothly, and getting through security at the airports was so easy I cannot imagine why people are always complaining about it. It seemed that there were plenty of checkpoint aisles and personnel  to handle all the travelers in a timely manner, but maybe that is a more recent achievement at airports than it was in the past. One thing to note is that there are two airports in Chicago, and one is a lot nicer to have a long layover in than the other (one has sit-down restaurants, small shops, and entertainment opportunities, while the other has only small shops, McDonald’s, and a bar). I was offered a free round-trip flight if I volunteered to take a later flight and give up my seat on my way back, but because my ride had already left to meet me at the airport, I decided I couldn’t take it. Maybe next time.

Our new book, Running Xen: A Hands-On Guide to the Art of Virtualization (Prentice Hall, April 2008), had a very nice review posted on Slashdot today!

Following this posting, by 11:59 PM our book’s sales rank on Amazon.com peaked at number 3 in the top 100 books sold in the “Operating Systems” category and number 747 in all books sold on Amazon.com, which was a significant increase from our previous best rank of number 6772 in all books sold on Amazon.com.

Our book’s official website: http://runningxen.com

This was indeed a very pleasant surprise today! As always, to Him be all glory.

Here’s a plug for the Firefox 3 Download Day:

Click the image, below, and pledge to download Firefox 3 on its release date! By entering your e-mail address, you will receive a notification instructing you to download Firefox 3 once it is released.

I was browsing the Internet this morning and came across a rather interesting article.  Apparently an eight year-old girl thought her Magnetix toy set looked like candy.

“On the front of the container is a large warning stating, ‘CHOKING HAZARD – Small parts. Toy contains a small bar. Not for children under 3 years.’ Another label on the container states, ‘CAUTION: Do not ingest or inhale magnets. Attraction of magnets in the body may cause serious injury and require immediate medical care.’”

Now, the family is seeking legal counsel to initiate a lawsuit against the toy manufacturer.  I recommend reading the complete article here:

http://www.gopusa.com/theloft/?p=725

As my grandfather used to always say…

Grandfather: “The early bird calls the kettle black.”

As my grandfather used to always say…

Grandfather: “Birds of a feather put their eggs in one basket.”

As my grandfather used to always say…

Grandfather: “A rolling stone leads to Rome.”