Farewell to a friend
By suncpo on Mar 04, 2008
This is not a privacy related blog today.
The world is short one more lovely young mother who was also a fellow Sun employee. I wish I had slowed my pace to know her better. I wish that various data traces that remain could describe her life & the impact of her untimely & sudden death.
To the blog o sphere, I send my warm regards. Let us all take time to care about the fellow humans pinging back & forth on the network.
One of my favorite & one of the saddest poems in modern literature. Rest in peace my friend:
A. E. Housman. 1859–
To An Athlete Dying Young
THE time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come, 5
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay, 10
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers 15
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man. 20
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head 25
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
Our data may be available for slicing & dicing forever, but our humanity makes all that data actually mean something at the end of the day.