I used to use Google Desktop on my computer at work, where it was great for finding the countless files that my boss and his offsider produced. There were often several copies all exactly the same filed in different folders. When I got this Dell computer, however, it didn't seem to like Google Desktop, and my geek son told me that there was an in-built search engine anyway, kindly provided by Microsoft.
Well, there was.
Microsoft promises much -
for the person word-searching.
I've just been reading a few of the haiku in the sample version on Amazon Kindle of Bicycle Haiku - hence the sudden bursting into miniature poetry (haiku are a bit like miniature horses, aren't they?) This book is a series of sketches and haiku done while the author was riding from San Francisco to New York in 1979. The author, Kevin Kelly, self-deprecatingly writes in the blurb: This book will not be a best-seller. It's a book of poetry, and you know
what that means. It might appeal to anyone intrigued by pedaling across
a continent, or loners fascinated by blue highways and other
little-travelled roads, or sensitive souls really into haikus, or
sketches. I can imagine a few odd ducks who collect self-published books
that will be thrilled by this book. Personal friends of mine may be
interested in this vanity publishing. For the rest -- that is for most
normal people -- there is nothing of fashionable interest here.
However, Microsoft's in-built searcher now searches only when it feels like it, which, increasingly of late, has become less and less of the time. Microsoft Word promises to identify all my spelling mistakes, too, but this resource has also become very spasmodic: on some Word files it works, on others it refuses to do so.
Microsoft promises much.
spellers daily left at sea.
And the only reason I was trying to use my in-built search engine was to see if I had anything on riding - I'd already found the Bicycle Haiku reference on Evernote, but it didn't seem to go with English riding boots which is what I was more particular about finding. The riding boots in the picture, which are an example of the English variety, seem a little lost in the midst of their field. One is looking off to its right, trying to find its owner; the other is snuggled close to its twin, just in case it gets left behind. At least that's how it seems to me.
One boot surveys the landscape;
searching. The other
leans, hides inside itself.