City of Legends

I had to tell this anecdote before it grew cold in memory.

Or so I thought.

I shared it with the person it most involved and they had concerns about how they came off in it.  So I rewrote it.  Still not perfect…and I hate the notion that anything I might say could be construed as intentionally cruel or harmful to another person’s reputation.  If you have to be cruel to others to have your own way, you need to re-evaluate your life and your goals, as you are still a failed experiment.

So…no anecdote, at least not now.  I thought back to my memoir that I recently blasted to atoms.  A lot of stories in there that make me, and others, look like themselves, but not in the best lights.  The lesson isn’t supposed to be about people feeling bad about who they are or what they have done or been perceived as being, saying or doing, but rather that we are all human and everyone falls down…or is thrown down.

Maybe one day I will again write that memoir.  When I have something interesting to say about love and life and poetry.  When I know the answers to a few of my more nagging questions about who or why or when.  Too many of those right now.

I left the tags on this one after pulling out the anecdote, to drive everyone crazy.

ThePlanet, a server farm that host an estimated 3 million websites, including some major website support sites, had an "electric fire" yesterday that took down some or all of their systems until at least later today.

The "electrical fire" included an "explosion" that "took out three walls". But several sites managed by ThePlanet have gotten word out that they expect to be restored later today.

Effected sites include EntreCard and StatCounter. I can live without the EntreCard for a bit…but StatCounter? Ack! They are part of my morning ritual.

ThePlanet has reassured their clients that no servers were actually damaged.

An explosion that took out there walls and an electrical fire. Sounds like a slow day in Hades for some, today.

In completely unrelated news, the minor muse known as Suede added herself to my list of FaceBook friends. Wasn’t even sure she was still alive.

And yes, Susan, I am in a good place. My place and space.