Author: Mark

Poetry

176

It sounds so clinical,176 – like a tokenor ticket clutchedwaitingfor your starched shirtsor bakery orderbut to his motherthere was a namesung deep like a lullabybeyond our earsor comprehension,whispered softlyby his partneror joyfullyby his children,but to us he was a numbera beautiful black and white numbersleek amongst the waves he called

Digital Work

Wellington West

An image I took (with manipulation) soon after we moved to Ottawa. My wife and son walking along Wellington Ave, which is a really cool and funky part of the city. Still one of my favourite shots – ever. Enjoy,Mark

Geekstuff

Wireshark Filter Builder

So today we were running a bunch of network tests. If you are just monitoring the tests over Teams or Zoom or whatever it can be a bit boring watching a tcpdump ‘mature’ into a pcap file or downloading a set of logs. At least it can be for me.

Poetry

Luxury

There is luxuryin moments spentidly watchingthe sumac swayto an ancientverdant dancelaughing softlyas they gavottein the morning sun. There is luxuryin tattered jeanswell wornperhaps with holesyour Mother cluckedand told you to changebefore you climbedinto the carfor shopping. There is luxuryin lying flaton a hardwood floorwith Miss Friedaoblivious to fliesbuzzing in the