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Revision as of 11:42, 23 March 2020
Considerations covid-19: day 10 | US: GA | info | act
Since my Discourse server experience worked out so well (so far),[1] I’m considering moving three Wordpress installs that I maintain to a single Google Cloud server instance. I want to try Caddy for the web server, since https is cooked in, and it looks pretty easy to use. I might just try it. The only sticking point I can see is uploading info to the server, as the ssh connection to the Google Cloud is tricky. Surely there must be a way. Yes, with my keys, I can access the server with simple ssh and sftp. Great.
There’s some discussion about the Norman Mailer Society conference in Long Branch this October. Maggie is proceeding as if it’s still on, but after talking to Phil the afternoon, I wonder if that’s not too optimistic. Regardless, we should decide pretty soon whether to cancel.
Today’s sonnet. Also, see the analysis.
Sonnet 1
By: William ShakespeareFrom fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, 5
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring, 10
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
Note
- ↑ I’m still concerned about the actual cost. I currently have $300 to use as a trial, and when I logged in today, it says I have $297.82 left. Hm. It’ll be interesting to see what happens here when my students start using the server.
