Tag Archives: Technology

Jesus Christ

Me:  Did you see the guy in Australia who says he’s Jesus Christ?  He has a girlfriend he says is Mary Magdalen.  He said the last time I came you crucified me.  He is about thirty-three, rather good looking and charismatic.  He is clean shaven, they invented electric razors in the last two thousand years.  He has some followers, mostly middle aged, middle class rather well off American women.  Why they follow him I don’t know, he is rather good looking.  A Mills and Boon idea of religion.  Why do they show that stuff on television, as a sort of freak show?

Michael:  A freak show.

Me:  Are there just as many nuts in Australia as everywhere else?

Michael:  Just as many.

Tich Ennis

25th January, 2018

 

 

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CD Design

If you want a thing done right do it yourself, and I quote.  So I did it myself, designed what will be printed on my CD when it is duplicated, arranging that tomorrow if tomorrow ever comes.

What looks easy was hard and what looks hard was easy.  I used Pages on my Mac, better than Microsoft Word, and Preview on my Mac.  Horses for courses.

The green square around the design is not part of the design but only there because I did not know how to do it otherwise.

And no, I did not know how to do everything involved before doing it.

It was my brother’s idea to have not one, not two, but three pictures of me on the disc, probably for balance and design reasons.  Three heads are better than one.  The Tich Ennis Trio, look out Spice Girls, here I come!

More to follow when I get around to it.

Lost chords and unfinished symphonies require finding and finishing.

I’m your man!

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

 

 

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017

Procrastination

A foray into the outside world putting off what I should do.

Am I like you?

The task I face appears immense, have I any sense?

The Devil is in the detail, my head begins to spin.

When will I begin?

The more you know the more you know you don’t know.

I thought I’d say that before I go.

The people I work with appear good, am I?

If not, why?

So many questions to ask before I get down to my task.

Take them one by one.

Have fun.

Ask the right question.

That’s my suggestion.

Of the right person too.

It could be you.

Get up and do.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.

An old saying, the truth remained.

Doing nothing is a crime.

 End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2017

Sloppy Guy

I am a messy sloppy guy, don’t ask the reason why.

I was born to feel not think, I can do things, I write with ink.

Technical explanations leave me cold, I have grown to be so very old.

When they tell me what to do but leave out how I’m all at sea I cannot plough.

So I should ask some other guy, less sloppy than you or I.

Maybe some guy says it clear, I wish he would show up here.

Or preferably do it for me while I drink a cup of tea.

Will that ever be?

Why leave it all to me?

Set me free.

Yours frustratedly.

I want to do things in the simplest possible way.

That’s all I’ve got to say.

Today.

Or for now anyway.

Tich Ennis

2nd September, 2017

Molecules

Does every molecule of matter matter, yes it does.

I am made of them, you too.

Me and you.

Read up about them, it will blow your mind.

It reads like fantasy, the strangest kind.

Electrons made of electricity whizzing around.

The speed of light without a sound.

How much is butter, a pound?

Gravity and other forces come into play.

It will all become clear some day.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

Optimists

Optimists in Ireland buy an open topped car.

Rain is not far away, not very far.

Sun hats are rarely seen, rare as blue sky.

Nor sunglasses, don’t ask why.

Sun lotion is not a big seller.

If you don’t know why ask Joseph Heller.

He may never have been in Ireland, I don’t know.

Today the sun shines and the wind doth blow.

Okay, a breeze.

Leaves rustle in the trees.

Swallows fly in times like these.

I need to recharge my phone.

I rang a friend, I’m not alone.

I look upward, I see a kite, the feathered kind.

And blue sky, oh never mind.

This is one of the few days you can wear Summer clothes.

A day to remember, one of those.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017