Industrial snow showing shape and form and the colours within the monotone, an icy wasteland breathing life and process, hidden in the corners where no one ever looks #poetrywalk #Gloucester pic.twitter.com/GwmbFRvk5L
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 19, 2018
Poems, Snow | sarah | 
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The haze of the day glitters on shredded metal waving in the breeze of promised spring as winter melts #poetrywalk pic.twitter.com/Afc0RjURp5
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 21, 2018
Snow blanket trickles in puddles, wisps of clouds comb blu bright skys, the branches r bare but blooming #poetrywalk pic.twitter.com/RzJE4MFABU
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 21, 2018
Intertwined trees hold the winters heart whilst blossoms swirl in white out blizzards of the new season #poetrywalk pic.twitter.com/81iOqxjiUX
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 21, 2018
Spring has fought hard to vanquish the icy pall, life lives in abundance it was only sleeping #poetrywalk pic.twitter.com/qKZLhs3Qeh
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 21, 2018
Finding history marked, scored in the stones, a trail winding waiting to be, behind the Cathedral reigns, in majestic glory, a little walk, a little think, moments on an icy morning whilst in search of tea #poetrywalk #Gloucester @ProjectPilgrim1 pic.twitter.com/T78XI1tcNv
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 27, 2018
Poems | sarah | Tue 24th Apr 2018 8:13 am | Comments (0)
Finding history marked, scored in the stones, a trail winding waiting to be, behind the Cathedral reigns, in majestic glory, a little walk, a little think, moments on an icy morning whilst in search of tea #poetrywalk #Gloucester @ProjectPilgrim1 pic.twitter.com/T78XI1tcNv
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 27, 2018
Loaves & fruit & veg, over flowing from the baskets, pinned to the wall, clothing through out the ages show shifts in the time & place, as geometric shapes crawl up & up to form the frame, reliefs of floral depictions catching the sun metallic & telling of regal times #poetrywalk pic.twitter.com/NWfhjahiQ8
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) March 27, 2018
Poems | sarah | Mon 23rd Apr 2018 8:07 am | Comments (0)
I first got online in 1994 or so, and the Internet was a very different place to how it is now. It was like a busy marketplace - thousands of FTP servers, things you could telnet to, email addresses, Usenet groups, IRC channels, gophers, MUDs and, increasingly, Web sites. Directories like DMOZ and Yahoo!, as well as FAQs for relevant newsgroups and mailing lists, were how I found things. It was cheap to set up servers and run services on them, so lots of people did. Companies and universities got leased lines to provide Internet access to their folks, and ran servers to provide their presence to the Internet; while individuals got dialup Internet access, and basic email/Web hosting capability from their ISPs; or for the nerdier amongst us, wrangled or paid for "colocation", getting somebody with a leased line to let you put your computer on a shelf somewhere, hooked up to their power and network.
It was pretty chaotic, but it worked. Internet usage exploded in that period, but the rate of technological advancement wasn't that fast (relatively speaking). All the technologies we used - TCP/IP itself, DNS, Email, Usenet, IRC, the Web - were built around some documents describing how the system worked (usually in the form of RFCs). Most of these technologies were implemented in two parts: the client that somebody ran on their computer to interact with it, and the server that somebody ran on a big permanently-Internet-connected computer with a fixed IP address and a nice hostname. For instance, with the Web, the client is your Web browser, and the servers are the computers that actually hold all the web pages; your web browser talks over the Internet to the server responsible for the page you want, gets it, and then shows it to you. Because the client and the server talk to each other using the protocol defined in the documents, there would often be several clients and several servers available, written by different people and aimed at various different kinds of users - and they would largely work together. Read more »
Computing, Society | alaric | Sun 22nd Apr 2018 12:51 pm | Comments (1)
This poem was composed on a walk in Staffordshire during our family holiday and general area explore, I compose these poetry walks whilst walking for the medium of twitter.
Sunsets & sheep & mice kept my mind nice, walks in the noon & morning too, helped the thoughts to flow & so the ideas did grow, until now I sit with memories fit, writing of people & places & Easter egg races, a landscape of old, so much to be told #poetrywalk #staffordshire pic.twitter.com/x4XGGGRbAH
— Sarah Snell-Pym (@Saffy) April 12, 2018
Poems | sarah | 7:56 am | Comments (0)
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