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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
That {{H:title|In that way, by that means.|thereby}} beauty’s {{H:title|The paragon of beauty—a symbol for the “fairest creatures.”|rose}} might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
His tender heir might bear his memory:

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Considerations covid-19: day 10 | US: GA | info | act

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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.

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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.

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Today’s sonnet. Also, see the analysis.

Sonnet 1
By: William Shakespeare

From 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

  1. 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.