pomes, and other

[jazzfish]

Some must employ the scythe, a paean to testing (among other things). I had no idea that Abi, in addition to being a bookbinder, poet, ML frontpager, and possessor of a cool name, was a software tester. My formerly boundless respect for her has extended into new dimensions. (Especially after this comment.)

Especially for mikailborg (although if she's gotten around to reading Bridge of Birds yet, darkfyre_muse may be interested as well): The Chronicles of Master Li and Number Ten Ox, soon to be reissued by Subterranean Press. The link includes the text of the jacket copy, written by Mr Hughart for the new omnibus edition.

It's National Poetry Month. So here's a happy poem and a less happy one. Both are true. (I'm not sure how to identify the emotion in the second. Recognition? Resignation? It's one I run across in myself on occasion, and it generally evokes a confused "Huh. That's odd.")

Comments

[dasphios.livejournal.com]

A boundless line can't exist. If you have boundaries, you aren't boundless. If you exist only in one dimension, you by definition have boundaries.
Besides, your respect is no longer boundless, which implies that you've managed to transcend the traditional implications about the finite being larger than the infinite. I'll admit I don't know squat about programming, but it seems to me that threatening to poke holes in the nature of reality is going to anger some very powerful people.

[jazzfish]

From the line's perspective it's boundless. It can't even conceive of the plane. Likewise, I didn't imagine Abi to be a) a tester, or b) a damn fine one.