Oh My Goff

Stability compromised by complexity,
growing roots of doubt, corrupting
virtue infiltrated in its core leaving
a wake of discrepant faces

Time left to itself, recovery
newfound structure, strength restored by association
the mirage of focus, a radiant beacon
new cracks unveil the impasse.

Aimless cracks, alive but insignificant
ambition absent save to prevent extinction
intersect at the whim of nature
as leaves in the wind, tattered orphans remain.

Ebb and flow, they strengthen
ascending in magnitude, pushing limits
secondary clefts develop, redirection inescapable
new bearings and attitude in mind, they follow
their own trail, the lots cast.

What does it say about our society when our e-mail provider have to intervene with a “feature” to help us check our drunk-texting selves at the door? Not good things. Here’s a snippet from Google’s blog:

“When you enable Mail Goggles, it will check that you’re really sure you want to send that late night Friday email. And what better way to check than by making you solve a few simple math problems after you click send to verify you’re in the right state of mind?“

Hilarious, yet sad.

Look behind Chris Matthews.