April 9th, 2005


You don't have to shout.

Every once in a while, things smack me in the head. Today, I logged in on my unix shell, where I have fortune set to run. Here's what popped up on screen:

Your fortune for the day
Ships are safe in harbor, but they were never meant to stay there.

Sometimes the universe smacks me in the face. I get the message. Now I really ought to do things that lead to Sacramento and job and self-suffiency.