Is Akismet Sleeping On The Job?

AkismetFor the past few days, I have noticed that a lot of spam slipped through the spam filter.

Is spam getting more innovative? Or, does Akismet need updating?

Many of us agree that spam is annoying (And WordPress is aware of our concerns. Maybe, the WordPress engineers need to send a memo to the Akismet engineers, letting them know that their spam filter isn’t working the way it used to).

Have you noticed the same thing? Or, am I the only one who is experiencing this strange ordeal?

Just Pondering Part 383

Another-Nice-Pen.jpgThese days, it is very easy for a person to get themselves into trouble. All they have to do is, simply say something that another person is not in agreement with.

If we were to examine the mindset of human beings, we would immediately know that people don’t think 100% alike; we may have similar interest in certain areas, but we have different interests and beliefs when it comes to certain things. For example: Richard and Darryl have been childhood friends; they like the same sports teams, but their taste in Literature is different. Richard likes Emily Dickinson and Darryl is fond of Pablo Neruda. The two are always having fierce debates in regards to who is the better poet.

I have seen with my own eyes the way some people treat those who have different political and religious views than them; they would look at those people as though they are insane or stupid. Some have even taken it to another level by inflicting violence on those people who adhere to different viewpoints.

The reality is: people will always have views that differ from our own. But, the problem starts when some of us makes a personal decision to start a war against all those with opposing beliefs.

I Never Told The Buried Gold By Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I never told the buried gold
Upon the hill — that lies –
I saw the sun — his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.

He stood as near
As stood you here –
A pace had been between –
Did but a snake bisect the brake
My life had forfeit been.

That was a wondrous booty –
I hope ’twas honest gained.
Those were the fairest ingots
That ever kissed the spade!

Whether to keep the secret –
Whether to reveal –
Whether as I ponder
Kidd will sudden sail –

Could a shrewd advise me
We might e’en divide –
Should a shrewd betray me –
Atropos decide!

One Morning By Eamon Grennan

Eamon Grennan

Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter
rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of this savage
valediction. That headlong high sound the oystercatcher makes
came echoing through the rocky cove
where a cormorant was feeding and submarining in the bay
and a heron rose off a boulder where he’d been invisible,
drifted a little, stood again — a hieroglyph
or just longevity reflecting on itself
between the sky clouding over and the lightly ruffled water.

This was the morning after your dream of dying, of being held
and told it didn’t matter. A butterfly went jinking over
the wave-silky stones, and where I turned
to go up the road again, a couple in a blue camper sat
smoking their cigarettes over their breakfast coffee (blue
scent of smoke, the thick dark smell of fresh coffee)
and talking in quiet voices, first one then the other answering,
their radio telling the daily news behind them. It was warm.
All seemed at peace. I could feel the sun coming off the water.

The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass By Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low –
He threw a Menace at the Earth –
A Menace at the Sky.

The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees –
And started all abroad
The Dust did scoop itself like Hands
And threw away the Road.

The Wagons quickened on the Streets
The Thunder hurried slow –
The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak
And then a livid Claw.

The Birds put up the Bars to Nests –
The Cattle fled to Barns –
There came one drop of Giant Rain
And then as if the Hands

That held the Dams had parted hold
The Waters Wrecked the Sky,
But overlooked my Father’s House –
Just quartering a Tree –

Oppression In The Workplace

I have witnessed with my own eyes the petty victimisation carried out by supervisors; they gave certain employees of theirs a hard time because they hated them for some reason.

Then there are those who are good with the managers; they carry all sorts of news back to the manager about one or a few of the employees and the manager sees to it that those employees who the informer spoke about are given tough tasks at work to do (which is not within their work portfolio or their workloads are increased) or if they are hourly paid workers, the manager would do his or her part to have those employees’ working hours shortened.

Some of those who are victimised are aware of their rights, so they take legal action against the company in which they are employed. Whereas, some simply leave and find jobs elsewhere.

Luckily, oppression doesn’t happen in every work environment.

However, it is my belief that oppression in the work place should not be tolerated. A person should write a letter or send an email to their human resources manager explaining their situation and if that doesn’t work, one can take it to another level by taking legal action against the company.