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The End
This will be my last post to Monkey River Town. The site will soon vanish. After 12 years and 1000 articles, this little experiment is coming to an end.
When I started Monkey River Town it was because I wanted a place for my coworkers (and ex-coworkers) to keep in touch. This was pre-Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, etc. Blogging wasn't really a thing yet. Social media didn't exist. Out-of-the-box website solutions were not yet ubiquitous.
I rallied my friends and coworkers to design and code a website. This whole site, including the CMS at the backend, is custom made.
The first iteration was an animated gif-centric monstrosity — pretty trendy at the time. After a couple of years we underwent a major redesign. That's what you still see here.
My connections to the original group have faded. For the past few years only Cory Q and I have posted things. We have a handful of regular readers: thank you.
The code is old. The functionality is inadequate. I no longer have anything to say that doesn't just make me feel bad for needing to say it. Our relevance has expired.
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I have a handful of favorite poems. Clichés I'm sure, but relevant to me nevertheless. They have shaped, or perhaps conformed to, my vision of the world. I'll leave you with a stanza from each.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats
This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin
The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot
SAH
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