IBM Icon hits 3 keys to success
Today is David Bradley’s last day at work. Most of us have no clue who he is but we know- very well in fact- what he’s done..
In or around 1980, Bradley with a team of engineers worked on creating the IBM PC- more or less, the same computer concept that many of us use today. The team realized they needed a fail-safe key combination to force the computer to reboot. Bradley sat down for five minutes and coded the CTRL-ALT-DEL shortcut. Bradley is retiring today.
At a 20-year celebration of the IBM PC, Bradley, along with then-Microsoft CEO and Chairman, Bill Gates and others, were on a panel. The key combo was brought up and Bradley added “I may have invented it, but Bill made it famous.”
Gates didn’t laugh.

I really don’t have time to write in this at the moment. Longhorn Awakening activties are full swing. The Center is acting like the Center keeping me too busy. Lambdas are keeping me busy. Oh yeah, don’t forget about class.

I don’t usually plug products on this site but I found a CD that really caught my attention. It is called Hours. It was produced by seminarians from the St. John Vianney Theological Seminary in the Archdiocese of Denver.
The first track, O Sanctissima, begins with a peaceful, reflective piece. It feels like one of those relaxation CDs that Target sells. It places you at peace. An alarm clock sounds, a person breathes a sigh, a priest (sounds like one at least) talks over a police siren. Footsteps, chanting comes in with the music. A beat drops. You hear the words better now- O Sanctissima.
The second track, The Morning. Music again, peaceful. A voice- “my vocation is not to be a seminarian, it is to become a priest….” Various voices come in and out of the music and speak of the small wonder of the morning, the morning as they know it.
I haven’t really just sat and listened to all the tracks yet, but so far, track 5- The Mass- I really enjoy. It starts with a light beat with a voice- “Father all-powerful and everyliving God…” The Eucharstic Prayer continues… “…hoping the “… with all the angels in heaven, we proclaim your glory and join in their unending hymn of praise…” The voice ends, the music continues lightly. We hear of what the Mass means to a few seminarians. The priest’s voice comes back- “Lord you are holy indeed, the fountain of all holiness, let your spirit come upon these gifts to make them holy so that can become for us the body and the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ…” Another seminarian speak of what the Mass means with the music. The Lamb of God, in Latin, starts and then fades out. Another statement of what the Mass means… Agnus Dei… another seminarian speaks… “Father you are holy indeed”, singing, it repeats. Agnus Dei comes back. “Father you are holy indeed” is played again over the music. “Before he was given up to death…” the priest continues. The host becomes the Body. Bells ring, Agnus Dei is sung. The wine becomes the Blood. Bells ring again, Agnus Dei is sung again, continued this time. “Father you are holy indeed” It fades out.

First off, it’s been one hell of a week. Anyhow, I was watching CNN Headline News’ coverage of the Mars Rover today with my roommate Michael. As we sit there and discuss the problems with it and whatnot, he realized something.
“How is that they can send signals millions of miles away to a golf cart on Mars but as soon as I walk 10 feet into a building I lose my cell phone signal? Those bastards.”
A Michael Raia original:
[to the tune of 'I believe I can fly']
I believe Jackson’s gay
I believe he was made that way
He touches boys every night and day
He screwed some kid and now he’s gonna pay
I believe Jackson’s gay.

Alright boys and girls- the break’s over, time to get back to hardball. I’ve been quite the lackluster one at writing in this lately but in that time I did move everything back to Austin. My base of operations is back online and ready to roll. Today, I’m working on various things and tomorrow I have an overnight retreat for a retreat I’m working in a month. After that, posting will come more often. I promise. If I break the promise, well, I’ll just go back and edit this post to remove all memory of such promise .