to tweet, to who, a merry note

An article about twitter brought 'tu-whit, tu-who' to my mind - this classic little Shakespeare poem...when icicles hang by the wall...

Winter
    When icicles hang by the wall
        And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
    And Tom bears logs into the hall,
        And milk comes frozen home in pail,
    When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
    Then nightly sings the staring owl,
        Tu-who;
    Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
    While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
    When all aloud the wind doth blow,
        And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
    And birds sit brooding in the snow,
        And Marian's nose looks red and raw
    When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
    Then nightly sings the staring owl,
        Tu-who;
    Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
    While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
        William Shakespeare

What I watched....

A BBC4 documentary on the life of L. Frank Baum, author of the wizard of us, got me thinking about what the world behind children's stories, is very much our own.. See the post at here

get used to not saving things?

Just posted a review of 'Delete - virtue of forgetting in the digital age'. Is our new found ability to save everything by default a bad thing psychologically? Could you ever bring yourself to delete stuff for the sake of it? I couldn't, but the author thinks we should...

one blog to bind them all...

Just started this blog as a kind of hub for all my various digital ramblings... the one stop shop for things you probably don't need to know...