Homer’s (the blind man’s) poetry as seen by helmut s.
is mourning the loss of his friend,
he asks the gods to help him,
so struggle and quarrel,
all strife would die from the lives of gods and men.
His anger is fed by bitter gall,
sweeter than dripping streams of honey,
blinded by emotions
he asks the gods to help him see things clearer than ever.
Oh yes, he Achilles is going to show
this Hector, this murderer a shortcut to the underworld.
He swears a solemn oath to cut him to pieces and
feed the chained guard dogs at the entrance to Hades
with his pale flesh.
So Achilles prays
that the anger at Agamemnon king of men
would go away. “Enough. Let bygones be bygones. Done is done.”
…in her accent she hollers
I take your dollars
“You! I’m talking to!”
smaller or bigger
not depending on size…
one and same price.
…was having dinner on the run
as he cruised high on moon-
shine taking a light field-
trip through the salad bowl,
giving a stranger in a green dress,
who wanted, the ride she had wanted
to a shelter near Marina’s airport.
“Nice accent!” Now he talked,
asked for her name.
“Oputaosalsa” she mumbled,
her mouth was overflowing he did
not mind her dribbling lies, drooling
on the leather-seats, pale flesh,
part of the dinner plate a nice dish.
A road between salad fields
on greens laid the meat,
salsa dips, guacamole, creamy soft,
she did not mind his fingers,
her hands were fleshy,
there was no silverware needed.
“Man are all dogs but you are
an exception”, she said,” they all want
panoche, all the same!”
Another mouth full licking the dish
“Pardon my French,
I like Greek, and I love Lesbos,
and for cash I love anyone.”
Hard, breathing harder
he agreed, “nice accent!”
Through the back-gate…
… of the old Army
Base once known as Fort Ord, to one
housing area not too far from the
Monterey Bay’s newest University
he took her. “Oputaosalsa”
she cussed the dripping sauces.
Satisfied having had as much as he could
handle, she took the prawns-to-go
to her children, of which she had
three, who she said now, were
still up waiting for supper,
she was no stranger anymore,
she had a name “Oputaosalsa!”
}-: 1.59 a.m.
Back home he got. Sophia, too (his computer)
was waiting, as always.
He was used to her waiting and being there
whenever he needed her.
At her keyboard he was playing a big role,
he thought. So he thought.
She did not.
He washed his sticky hands innocently acting.
Which he was not.
The maximum number of levels in an outline was
the number contained in an eight-ball.
The Trace Precedents button drew lines
to related cells, creating
therefore a family tree of sort.
As he wanted to insert a note into his worksheet
he selected the cell, clicked on Attach-note
on the floating toolbar, the one
with the trace family root command
buttons called Trace Precedents.
There it was and the note he wrote
was about Oputaosalsa
…her shoulder on the seat’s leather
her hair mopping the carpet, her
eyes spotted the package jamming the
track of the four way reclining switch.
“DD’s?” she said “They must have been
stuck under here for a long time,
nobody uses such anymore it’s all HD now!”
And she examined his bag with disks
before discarding the same by throwing
them out the window…
Each keystroke translated …
…his feelings into Computerese
as Sophia’s hard-drive heated up.
The SUMIF function gave each
cell a specific condition.
He was looking for suitable names to
refer to a cell in another worksheet
before entering a formula.
Suitable named he listed examples
of when it would be appropriate to
use the SUMIF function: With
“Guess what?” and “I want to know!”
Before “What happens if…?”
The Artificial intelligence thought that
a database started at the first row
wherever data is entered.
One can not say assumed.
Function performed using a data
range from Add Delete Search
to Edit or Browse used a filter.
The display of a list within a certain
criteria got more limited.
He felt in control putting it in,
his fingers searching for the right spot.
He wore shades to filter unnecessary
light out of his eyes. At the workstation
autofilter commands allowed him to
Select cells by clicking on Data,
clicking on Filter, hitting Auto
To have something to filter, data had
to be imported by either typing it in,
Cut and paste, Drop and drag,
Embedding or Linking.
The scenario manager was a neat
tool not only for Real Estate Guys and
Gals trying to figure their commission
check and to show actual pay-off,
after close of escrow, to the seller:
It was also usable for restaurant menu
calculations showing probable
cost overrides or profitability.
The scenario tool showed the family
man what was going to happen if a
certain constant in monthly budgeting
suddenly changed for the better
or worse and the effect such would
have on a monthly or yearly budget.
Provided that one wanted to know!
Whenever a Scenario Summary
had been created, figures could
not be changed within the
Scenario Summary itself, therefore
it was necessary to delete
the old Scenario sheet before changing
numbers and attempting to
create a new scenario.
Result cells in a scenario most likely
were a description of a result set
or cell which was going
to be queried to create the
A Scenario Manager was used
to create multiple scenarios with
multiple sets of changing cells.
To view the results of each scenario
on his worksheet he created
a summary report of all input
values and results. Here he merged
scenarios from a group into a single
scenario model. He password-protected
scenarios from modification and hid
certain scenarios. Like Chinatown,
yet he kept track of modifications
with an automatic scenario history.