This blog is a funny business. Like a grudging politician who can’t decide whether to cooperate or not. He wants his hand in every pie.

Likes to add little symbols at the end of entries. Or repeat the last letter. As though to put his stamp on every issue.

Deleted entries have a way of not disappearing. Or abruptly returning to life. Then disappearing again.

Yesterday, he didn’t want to publish at all, and kept sending ‘apache tomcat’ error reports.

He does have colorful language.

So today I come back, and there is yesterday’s rejected entry. Over and over.

The redundancies of bureaucracy.

Or somebody thought somebody needed to read this entry. Over and over.

My first computer was a quirky secondhand thing. As the years went by, it started to mess with time. One day, it would be June 4, 1953, the next April 10, 2004, the next September 29, 1936. I became a time traveler. Felt cold north winds on mornings in July. Saw men in suits and derbies waiting for trains.

The beauty of computer science and politicians. So rational. So blooming irrational.