It's cold. It's raining. AND it's depressing. :/
Anyway, I decided to put some history for computer nerds here:
IBM has been regarded as one of the most important computer companies in the world. With many technological breakthroughs, IBM simply can't be ignored in the history of modern computing.
The roots of IBM date back to the merge of Herman Hollerith's Tabulating Machine Company. Founded in 1896, it came from Hollerith's earlier ventures in the 1880 national census, in which the tabulating machine that he had created allowed the United States to complete the national census in one year, saving time, money, and more accurate than past methods. Then in 1890, Hollerith was asked to build another one of these machines. But his biggest innovation in tabulation machines was in 1906, with one of the earliest forms of programming, being that it could perform other tasks without being rebuilt.
World War II caused IBM's profits to plummet. :(
But after World War II, IBM started its big break!
Between 1950 and 1960, Business Computing became more and more popular. IBM started a second generation of the 709 vacuum tube computer called the 7090 series. Among this series was the 7094, which is the first computer to have generated speech and sing.
And that is an abridged version of IBM history.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
♪Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon♪
If you haven't heard Queen's "Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon", click here.
Anyway, here's my poem for today.
Bored
I get bored easily
But it's not too bad.
Sunday afternoons are a time to be bored
So you have a reason not to be bored of being bored...
Right?
Anyway, here's my poem for today.
Bored
I get bored easily
But it's not too bad.
Sunday afternoons are a time to be bored
So you have a reason not to be bored of being bored...
Right?
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sad
Falling
I'm a broken soul
I fall to earth's pull
Gravity pulls me down
And I crash to the ground
People come to watch me fall
Maybe I'm not so lucky after all
They try to reach out to catch me
But I'm falling right out of their reach
They watch me as I fall so slow
Another innocent one taking a blow
I never wanted this crucifixion
All I wanted was something to begin
I'm a broken soul
I fall to earth's pull
Gravity pulls me down
And I crash to the ground
People come to watch me fall
Maybe I'm not so lucky after all
They try to reach out to catch me
But I'm falling right out of their reach
They watch me as I fall so slow
Another innocent one taking a blow
I never wanted this crucifixion
All I wanted was something to begin
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
July
It's July, and July means lazing around, having a garage sale, watching Star Wars, and finishing up my paper work. Here's a poem about it.
Summer
The summer sun is beginning to set
But the day has only just begun
The days blend together
But that seems alright.
After a while, you miss everyone
They seem so far away
But you can't forget them.
You miss them so much.
Do they miss you as much?
That's the question.
But the answer is impossible to know.
Summer
The summer sun is beginning to set
But the day has only just begun
The days blend together
But that seems alright.
After a while, you miss everyone
They seem so far away
But you can't forget them.
You miss them so much.
Do they miss you as much?
That's the question.
But the answer is impossible to know.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
A Poem for Today
Here's my poem.
Every 15 Minutes
Every 15 minutes
What someone thought was a good idea
Turns into a pandemonium that spins out of control
Every 15 minutes
Someone's head is spinning
And blood is pounding in their head
Every 15 minutes
Someone wishes
That they could take back what they've done
Just for once
Every 15 minutes
Someone wonders
If God is really watching over them
Right now
Every 15 minutes
A car accident occurs due to drunk driving
It's not just something that happens to unlucky people,
It will happen to anyone.
And drunk driving accidents are some of the
Worst car accidents in the world.
You can't take back what you've done.
Every 15 Minutes
Every 15 minutes
What someone thought was a good idea
Turns into a pandemonium that spins out of control
Every 15 minutes
Someone's head is spinning
And blood is pounding in their head
Every 15 minutes
Someone wishes
That they could take back what they've done
Just for once
Every 15 minutes
Someone wonders
If God is really watching over them
Right now
Every 15 minutes
A car accident occurs due to drunk driving
It's not just something that happens to unlucky people,
It will happen to anyone.
And drunk driving accidents are some of the
Worst car accidents in the world.
You can't take back what you've done.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Blue
Here's today's poem.
Today
I forgot how it felt to cry
And feel as if your soul was being torn apart
You feel as if your world is falling down
Spiraling around you
And there's no way out
I forgot how it felt to be truly sad
The laughter around you
Seems almost a million miles away
You can hear the echoes
But they are meaningless
You are deaf to it
I forgot how it felt to be hurt inside
It feels as if someone is squeezing your voice box
And you feel as if you were hit in the chest
Your brain is like mush
It won't work the way you want it to
No matter how hard you try
All you can do is
cry,
cry,
cry.
Today
I forgot how it felt to cry
And feel as if your soul was being torn apart
You feel as if your world is falling down
Spiraling around you
And there's no way out
I forgot how it felt to be truly sad
The laughter around you
Seems almost a million miles away
You can hear the echoes
But they are meaningless
You are deaf to it
I forgot how it felt to be hurt inside
It feels as if someone is squeezing your voice box
And you feel as if you were hit in the chest
Your brain is like mush
It won't work the way you want it to
No matter how hard you try
All you can do is
cry,
cry,
cry.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
:(
This is a poem about I dream I had.
Which Is Heaven and Which is Hell?
I'm walking down the street.
It's pitch black,
And I can barely see where I'm going.
I'm in the border between the slums and the downtown area
Of a huge city I've never been in.
The skyscrapers tower over me
And the long, dark, wet, cold grass
Ripples in the wind beneath my feet.
Two toddlers
And one older woman are following me
They're all from the tribe lands of Africa
But it's okay
There friends of mine,
But I don't know them in real life.
Sirens go off
Everyone rushes into the nearest skyscraper
As troops of chaos come from the sky
But angels grab some and they disappear in a wisp of clouds
The angels take them to a better place, according to the old woman
But the angel's wings are black.
We are locked out of the skyscraper.
We have no where to go but an old abandoned parking lot next to the building.
There's an old abandoned, retro style trailer there too.
"What do we do?"
the old woman asks.
"Do your tribal dance."
I say.
She and the children dance to a song they sing
Without drums or instruments to guide them
And the troops are dumbstruck
Even though their thousand guns are all pointing at us.
That night we have a party of our victorious defeat
Of the troops of chaos.
I'm in my living room,
When the sirens go off
The people celebrating scream
And an angel grabs me.
I travel over peaceful farmland
And lakes and ponds,
And finally to another version of my living room.
Everything is so blurry and bright,
And then, I feel really bad.
I should be protecting my friends,
Not be safe in some paradise.
A woman I do not know is sitting in front of me.
"Is this heaven?"
I ask.
"No.
Far from it."
she answers.
Which Is Heaven and Which is Hell?
I'm walking down the street.
It's pitch black,
And I can barely see where I'm going.
I'm in the border between the slums and the downtown area
Of a huge city I've never been in.
The skyscrapers tower over me
And the long, dark, wet, cold grass
Ripples in the wind beneath my feet.
Two toddlers
And one older woman are following me
They're all from the tribe lands of Africa
But it's okay
There friends of mine,
But I don't know them in real life.
Sirens go off
Everyone rushes into the nearest skyscraper
As troops of chaos come from the sky
But angels grab some and they disappear in a wisp of clouds
The angels take them to a better place, according to the old woman
But the angel's wings are black.
We are locked out of the skyscraper.
We have no where to go but an old abandoned parking lot next to the building.
There's an old abandoned, retro style trailer there too.
"What do we do?"
the old woman asks.
"Do your tribal dance."
I say.
She and the children dance to a song they sing
Without drums or instruments to guide them
And the troops are dumbstruck
Even though their thousand guns are all pointing at us.
That night we have a party of our victorious defeat
Of the troops of chaos.
I'm in my living room,
When the sirens go off
The people celebrating scream
And an angel grabs me.
I travel over peaceful farmland
And lakes and ponds,
And finally to another version of my living room.
Everything is so blurry and bright,
And then, I feel really bad.
I should be protecting my friends,
Not be safe in some paradise.
A woman I do not know is sitting in front of me.
"Is this heaven?"
I ask.
"No.
Far from it."
she answers.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Oops...
I looked at the last time had published something, and it was MARCH 22.
FYI, it's April 7th. That's a long time.
Anyway, here's a long poem. I'm changing my mission statement too...
It Happened Again
The more I stop to wonder
Why everything around me crashes and burns
The more I realize
I'm banging my head against the same wall
That I hit it in the last time.
My life is a constant dead end
I cannot bloom into the person I was meant to be
My growth in my heart in stunted
Maybe even shrinking
As the world around me shrinks just as fast.
I have a dream though
That one day
I'll bloom like a blossom
And show the world who I am
My dreams
My hopes.
My heart will sing with joy on that day.
That day may never come,
But I can still hope.
FYI, it's April 7th. That's a long time.
Anyway, here's a long poem. I'm changing my mission statement too...
It Happened Again
The more I stop to wonder
Why everything around me crashes and burns
The more I realize
I'm banging my head against the same wall
That I hit it in the last time.
My life is a constant dead end
I cannot bloom into the person I was meant to be
My growth in my heart in stunted
Maybe even shrinking
As the world around me shrinks just as fast.
I have a dream though
That one day
I'll bloom like a blossom
And show the world who I am
My dreams
My hopes.
My heart will sing with joy on that day.
That day may never come,
But I can still hope.
Monday, March 22, 2010
しかし、もう一つのビッグ詩
If you do not know what that means, cut and paste it into Google translate. Follow the directions below to do it correctly.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Ein weiteres Großes Gedicht
The title is from German. It roughly translates to "Another Big Poem". Here is my next big poem.
Laughing in Amusement
There's a time when
There is no laughter to be heard
For a million miles radius
In which you are its epicenter.
There's a time when
You wish you could hear
The happiness in someone's voice
But you hear silence.
There's a time when
You wish you could sing one more time
The songs that you loved
So that they could bring you happiness
One more time.
There's a time when
You wish you could be
Laughing in amusement again.
If you open your mouth
You
Will
Laugh
Again
You
Just
Have
To
Believe
You
Will.
Laughing in Amusement
There's a time when
There is no laughter to be heard
For a million miles radius
In which you are its epicenter.
There's a time when
You wish you could hear
The happiness in someone's voice
But you hear silence.
There's a time when
You wish you could sing one more time
The songs that you loved
So that they could bring you happiness
One more time.
There's a time when
You wish you could be
Laughing in amusement again.
If you open your mouth
You
Will
Laugh
Again
You
Just
Have
To
Believe
You
Will.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Today's Poem
No lo Entiendo
Long ago everything was easy to understand
Everything followed the same movement and rhythm
Like soldiers in a marching band
But as time goes by
And we discover more things
We become more and more ignorant
To the changing world that is a part of us
We cannot listen to each other as we speak our souls
Or be able to speak our souls ourselves
It becomes more and more difficult each day.
With the ever changing world
That is our past, present, and future
It is easy to become ordinary
Not believing that our dreams are what make us real
But our hearts are filled with our dreams
But we have become too illiterate to understand what our hearts are telling us
We may try to listen
But yet again
We fail
But someday
When life is simpler for us
We will listen to what our hearts are telling us
But that day will be too late.
Long ago everything was easy to understand
Everything followed the same movement and rhythm
Like soldiers in a marching band
But as time goes by
And we discover more things
We become more and more ignorant
To the changing world that is a part of us
We cannot listen to each other as we speak our souls
Or be able to speak our souls ourselves
It becomes more and more difficult each day.
With the ever changing world
That is our past, present, and future
It is easy to become ordinary
Not believing that our dreams are what make us real
But our hearts are filled with our dreams
But we have become too illiterate to understand what our hearts are telling us
We may try to listen
But yet again
We fail
But someday
When life is simpler for us
We will listen to what our hearts are telling us
But that day will be too late.
New Poem
Here's a new poem for today. It is very cloudy this morning, and I think it might rain today again. Ah well. At least it won't be too sunny, like it was yesterday.
Friendship
The lights of my life
They always make me laugh at
The sad things in life.
Friendship
The lights of my life
They always make me laugh at
The sad things in life.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Yet Another BIG Poem
I am inconsistent. I will admit. I'm too lazy to count how many days I've missed, so I'll do a big poem.
Faded Old Blue
The faded old blue of my summer shorts
The wide sky stretching above me
Not a single cloud for miles
Yet I still make a hajj to the avenue of trees
That are more beautiful than any other trees in the world
The sun shines through their green leaves
Like stain glass
So beautiful
So peaceful
I could stay there forever
But life must go on.
Faded Old Blue
The faded old blue of my summer shorts
The wide sky stretching above me
Not a single cloud for miles
Yet I still make a hajj to the avenue of trees
That are more beautiful than any other trees in the world
The sun shines through their green leaves
Like stain glass
So beautiful
So peaceful
I could stay there forever
But life must go on.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Questions for Viewers of this Blog
Viewers of my blog, please answer the following questions:
Here's the poem of the day.
Silence
The fear of silence is human nature
Stemming from thousands of years of evolution
Constant silence is a strange, alien way of life
The pain of isolation when the silence consumes you
The deafness that plagues you is a curse
Constant silence is deafening
You strain to hear
But the sounds are more quite than a whisper in your ear
Constant silence is sadness multiplied
A world that can be devoid of much love
A world that will never let you communicate as freely
As anyone else.
- Do you actually view my blog? I does not have to be on a regular basis, just look at my blog every so often at the least.
- If you do, what can do to improve my blog? Give me suggestions.
Here's the poem of the day.
Silence
The fear of silence is human nature
Stemming from thousands of years of evolution
Constant silence is a strange, alien way of life
The pain of isolation when the silence consumes you
The deafness that plagues you is a curse
Constant silence is deafening
You strain to hear
But the sounds are more quite than a whisper in your ear
Constant silence is sadness multiplied
A world that can be devoid of much love
A world that will never let you communicate as freely
As anyone else.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Another BIG Poem
Oops! I was inconsistent again. Ah well. Life is inconsistent. I don't know and am too lazy to count how many poems I need to make up, so I'll just do a big poem.
The Parallels, the Opposites, and the Small Wonders
There are people who are so like me sometimes that it's scary
But dig deeper
They are also my opposites
They think in different ways,
Have different fears,
Have different things that they like
Yet the more I know these people
The more I realize
That these different ways of thinking
These different fears
These different things that these people like
They are small miracles
Because we can be individuals
And learn to accept that we are different
And learn that differences
Are what make us special.
The Parallels, the Opposites, and the Small Wonders
There are people who are so like me sometimes that it's scary
But dig deeper
They are also my opposites
They think in different ways,
Have different fears,
Have different things that they like
Yet the more I know these people
The more I realize
That these different ways of thinking
These different fears
These different things that these people like
They are small miracles
Because we can be individuals
And learn to accept that we are different
And learn that differences
Are what make us special.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Hack Attack!
I'm beginning to become a web programmer. I've been studying Visual Basic 2005, and Java 2 shortly. I really would like to become a full-blown programmer for the web. I have so many ideas, but I just don't know where to start. Being my age, life is just beginning its long journey.
If
If only I could be less shy
If only I could talk a bit more to you
If only I could smile often enough
If only I could tell you the truth.
Continue
Challenges of your strength lie ahead
Continue
Misfortunes will befall you
Continue
The two will become one
Discontinue
The two will haunt you
Continue?
Define Perfect
I look at the IQ test
I'm only eight or nine at the time
Circles with intersecting triangles
(With two lines going through the triangle)
Different versions of each shape in each picture
In gray, black or white
No instructions
Except to choose
A
B
Or C
What kind of perfect
Were these people looking for?
Epic Fail
Oops! I tripped.
Epic Fail.
Oops! I got ketchup on my folder!
Epic Fail.
Oops! I broke your heart!
Epic Fail.
If
If only I could be less shy
If only I could talk a bit more to you
If only I could smile often enough
If only I could tell you the truth.
Continue
Challenges of your strength lie ahead
Continue
Misfortunes will befall you
Continue
The two will become one
Discontinue
The two will haunt you
Continue?
Define Perfect
I look at the IQ test
I'm only eight or nine at the time
Circles with intersecting triangles
(With two lines going through the triangle)
Different versions of each shape in each picture
In gray, black or white
No instructions
Except to choose
A
B
Or C
What kind of perfect
Were these people looking for?
Epic Fail
Oops! I tripped.
Epic Fail.
Oops! I got ketchup on my folder!
Epic Fail.
Oops! I broke your heart!
Epic Fail.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Incosistency= BAD IDEA
Oops... I've forgotten to do a poem for I don't know how many days. :( Anyway, to make up for it I'm going to do a BIG poem. If there are ANY readers out there, PLEASE comment! It would be nice.
Life In Nowhere
As I look outside at the golden fields
That stretch for eternity
I think of the golden grass
That stretched out like the sea
The emerald river twisted like a snake
Yet I knew every twist and turn
The fish never nibbled at the bait
I'd be out there until I got a sunburn
Wally's pancakes? Around the corner?
Best place for breakfast in town
But now that place is an abandoned lot
Weeds shootin' up from the ground
The Mexican restaurant, just down the street
Served the best enchiladas people could afford
But now that place is a sad little building
The windows all blocked by boards
The levee is still holdin' up
The center of our lives
It once was, but it is no more
The slopes where we surfed and dived
The post office is now the only business in town really,
Besides some biker bar
The old home that I loved so dearly
Now seems much too far.
Life In Nowhere
As I look outside at the golden fields
That stretch for eternity
I think of the golden grass
That stretched out like the sea
The emerald river twisted like a snake
Yet I knew every twist and turn
The fish never nibbled at the bait
I'd be out there until I got a sunburn
Wally's pancakes? Around the corner?
Best place for breakfast in town
But now that place is an abandoned lot
Weeds shootin' up from the ground
The Mexican restaurant, just down the street
Served the best enchiladas people could afford
But now that place is a sad little building
The windows all blocked by boards
The levee is still holdin' up
The center of our lives
It once was, but it is no more
The slopes where we surfed and dived
The post office is now the only business in town really,
Besides some biker bar
The old home that I loved so dearly
Now seems much too far.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Rain>Sun>Rain
It may be unfortunate, but it's a fact in life: Life isn't always sunny. Or rainy, or however you like the weather. Well, here's another 4 poems coming your way. Please enjoy them.
Alone in the Rain
The cold rain penetrates the warmth of my jacket
Soaking through,
And yet as the cold rain pours,
As if tears were falling from the sky,
I wish you could see it with me
For not all tears are tears of sadness.
The Sun Came Out
The sun came out
After a period of long, harsh rain,
And peeked through an opening in the clouds
As if it were a magic, the clouds disappeared,
Revealing a beautiful expanse of vibrant blue from behind its gloomy cover
But the clouds covered up the sun again
For the sun is not to shine brightly yet
It must be appreciated when children have time to enjoy it.
The Secret Box
I keep box hidden from sight
A box of dreams, hopes, wishes,
and sometimes memories that must be kept forever
But I dropped the box
And my dreams, hopes, wishes,
and sometimes memories that must be kept forever
All fell out
But you picked them up
And helped me put them back in the box
And now, the wonderful things in our boxes
That we hid from others who would put them to shame,
Are now shared between us, and they are considered wonderful by both of us.
Too Smart
People always ask me for the answers
To their questions, which can be answered so easily
If they just listened to the people who teach them
I try to help people as best as I can
Because they trust me enough to ask me the questions
That they would never trust anyone else to answer correctly
So with each question that comes my way, I wonder:
Am I just too smart?
Alone in the Rain
The cold rain penetrates the warmth of my jacket
Soaking through,
And yet as the cold rain pours,
As if tears were falling from the sky,
I wish you could see it with me
For not all tears are tears of sadness.
The Sun Came Out
The sun came out
After a period of long, harsh rain,
And peeked through an opening in the clouds
As if it were a magic, the clouds disappeared,
Revealing a beautiful expanse of vibrant blue from behind its gloomy cover
But the clouds covered up the sun again
For the sun is not to shine brightly yet
It must be appreciated when children have time to enjoy it.
The Secret Box
I keep box hidden from sight
A box of dreams, hopes, wishes,
and sometimes memories that must be kept forever
But I dropped the box
And my dreams, hopes, wishes,
and sometimes memories that must be kept forever
All fell out
But you picked them up
And helped me put them back in the box
And now, the wonderful things in our boxes
That we hid from others who would put them to shame,
Are now shared between us, and they are considered wonderful by both of us.
Too Smart
People always ask me for the answers
To their questions, which can be answered so easily
If they just listened to the people who teach them
I try to help people as best as I can
Because they trust me enough to ask me the questions
That they would never trust anyone else to answer correctly
So with each question that comes my way, I wonder:
Am I just too smart?
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Four Poems I Needed To Do...
Whoops! Since I haven't been on since Thursday, I need to write the four poems that I needed to write. Here are the four poems.
Dark Skies
The gray depressing sky
A lifeless infinite plane
Dark days lie ahead
Forever Broken
I was broken long ago
A slow crack running deep
Until it finally consumed me
It was sad.
Memory Lane
The names I hardly remember
Are a reminder of how long ago
I was a careless being
Yet as I journey down my Memory Lane
Like the buildings in the distance as you ride down a street,
My memories all of a sudden seem
To disappear,
Too soon.
Cold Rain
Cold rain bites your face
As you look up into the sky
You wait for the break in the rain
That you know will never come
Or will it?
You may never know
But as long as you remember that rain doesn't last forever
Life does seem to be happy.
Dark Skies
The gray depressing sky
A lifeless infinite plane
Dark days lie ahead
Forever Broken
I was broken long ago
A slow crack running deep
Until it finally consumed me
It was sad.
Memory Lane
The names I hardly remember
Are a reminder of how long ago
I was a careless being
Yet as I journey down my Memory Lane
Like the buildings in the distance as you ride down a street,
My memories all of a sudden seem
To disappear,
Too soon.
Cold Rain
Cold rain bites your face
As you look up into the sky
You wait for the break in the rain
That you know will never come
Or will it?
You may never know
But as long as you remember that rain doesn't last forever
Life does seem to be happy.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
January Storms Just Drag You Down...
There's been these storms blowing through the city I live in. The howling winds at night, the rain pelting my window, and the unfamiliar sound of no planes flying over, it all is, well, kind of strange and sad. I couldn't sleep last night due to the storm, so I wrote this poem. It is about how people can become stronger, just by smiling.
The Strong Lives of the Weak
Some say they're crazy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Some say they're broken-hearted
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Yet the truth is is that they are strong
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Though their hearts may be weak with sorrow,
They still walk about with joy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
The Strong Lives of the Weak
Some say they're crazy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Some say they're broken-hearted
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Yet the truth is is that they are strong
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Though their hearts may be weak with sorrow,
They still walk about with joy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Rethinking My Blog! :)
Let's face it.
I sometimes wonder if people actually find my life interesting. SO..... I am doing an experiment. I am going to try and post a poem everyday, from today on. The next post will be the first poem.
I sometimes wonder if people actually find my life interesting. SO..... I am doing an experiment. I am going to try and post a poem everyday, from today on. The next post will be the first poem.
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