We just moved recently, and one of the things I really liked about our old place was how our office was setup and the view of “the duck pond” across the street.

So when picking the apartment we wanted at the new complex, the view was very important. It’s amazing to think that this kind of scenery is just 5 miles from the Limerick nuclear power plant. Actually, the radiation is probably what’s causing these trees to grow. Or more likely the trees were planted to hide the power plant behind it.

In any case, I’m glad that they are there. I’ve always dreamed about sitting at a computer, writing the great american novel, and gazing out at the trees in thought. Well, I’m not writing a novel (yet), but at least part of the dream lives on right now.

Here are some photos I just took. It’s raining out there and a little dark. If I was more patient or a better photographer, I could have gotten some better stuff. The photos don’t do it justice. I adjusted the levels a bit to make the green pop, which is why the desk looks kind of brown. Some top secret shots of WineLog work on those screens too.

I bought a license for WinZip today. In some kind of reverse morals, it felt a little dirty. Just a little dirty. Overall, I feel like a tip top citizen.

I’ve been using the software for years without a license (minus my use through serveral employers who did have licenses). Their software has gotten stricter lately about not letting you use it after the trial period, so I consented myself to using just the built in Windows XP zip functionality for the past few months. But that just doesn’t cut it for some things. Like pesky zip files that only WinZip can handle. So I’ve given in and bought a license for $29.95.

‘was reading some E.E. Cummings poetry today. Here is probably my favorite poem by him or anyone.

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.