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Archive for the ‘People’ Category“Pussycat pussycat, where have you been?” It’s time to turn the magnifying glass of wonder on Elizabeth “Undies” “Smalls” Eckels. Tell the folks at home all about Elizabeth “Smalls” Eckels Hrm, I don’t much like talking about myself, [...] “As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. “And out of all the windows, No matter where we went, The merriest eyes would follow me And make me compliment. “The free bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through The sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright Lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his [...] It is a year to the day since I began the Silly Series, in which I profile the great and the good of the digital analytics industry. I had planned to run the thing for a couple of weeks, but it became bigger than me and I have adored learning more about colleagues I admire [...] “This passion of our kind For the process of finding out Is a fact one can hardly doubt, But I would rejoice in it more If I knew more clearly what We wanted the knowledge for, Felt certain still that the mind Is free to know or not.” Now we [...] “Man hath stil either toyes, or Care, He hath no root, nor to one place is ty’d, But ever restless and Irregular About this Earth doth run and ride, He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where, He sayes it is so far That he hath quite forgot how to go there.” “Maybe a twelvemonth since Suddenly I began, In scorn of this audience, Imagining a man, And his sun-freckled face, And grey Connemara cloth, Climbing up to a place Where stone is dark under froth, And the down-turn of his wrist When the flies drop in the stream; A man who does not exist; A man [...] “Below my window the awakening trees, Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced Suffering their brute necessities, And how should the flesh not quail that span for span Is mutilated more? In slow distaste I fold my towel with what grace I can, Not young and not renewable, but man.” Kinsella was clearly aging as [...] “Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, He knew no haste, and I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility”. Clearly, Emily spent far too much time on a Silly Series. It is now time [...] |
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