These scripts were developed to automate some common drupal tasks such as site creation.
* They only work on Linux with mysql, so they're not up to drupal distribution standards.
* They're currently dependent on the way that I have my multiple hosting sites configured: (creating symbolic links in my htdocs directory, using a common user across all my drupal sites, using root environment to grant dba access/passwords, etc. )
* They are provided as-is. Use them at your own risk.
Classes begin March 14th at 2:00p.m.
In order to better cross-train C&C staff on PHP application development, I'm starting a weekly class in PHP Web Application Development. Classes will meet every Tuesday from 2:00-3:00 p.m. in the IT Training Room (Library 1604). (Be sure to clear attendance with your supervisor).
Autor: Antonio Machado
Caminante son tus huellas
El camino nada mбs;
caminante no hay camino
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrбs
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas sobre el mar.
їPara que llamar caminos
A los surcos del azar...?
Todo el que camina anda,
Como Jesъs sobre el mar.
Yo amo a Jesъs que nos dijo:
Cielo y tierra pasarбn
Cuando cielo y tierra pasen
mi palabra quedarб.
їCuбl fue Jesъs tu palabra?
їAmor?, їperdуn?, їcaridad?
Todas tus palabras fueron
una palabra: Velad.
El ángel del Señor anunció en la víspera...
El corazón de El Salvador marcaba
24 de marzo y de agonía.
Tú ofrecías el Pan,
el Cuerpo Vivo
-el triturado cuerpo de tu Pueblo;
Su derramada Sangre victoriosa
-¡la sangre campesina de tu Pueblo en masacre
que ha de teñir en vinos de alegría la aurora conjurada!
El ángel del Señor anunció en la víspera,
y el Verbo se hizo muerte, otra vez, en tu muerte;
como se hace muerte, cada día, en la carne desnuda de tu Pueblo.
¡Y se hizo vida nueva
en nuestra vieja Iglesia!
Estamos otra vez en pie de testimonio,
¡San Romero de América, pastor y mártir nuestro!
For you to hear,
my words
sometimes grow thin
as seagull tracks on the beach.
Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I watch them from far away, my words.
They are more mine than yours.
They climb up my old pain like ivy.
As ivy climbs up humid walls.
You are the one to blame for this bloodthirsty sport.
They flee from my dark cavern.
You fill everything, you are in everything.
Before you they lived in the loneliness that you came to fill,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I wish to tell you,
so that you will hear me as I want you to hear.
(Freud Perez Sanchez)
Marcos, Comandante Marcos,
El Mexico de hoy te escucha.
Te esperabamos Marcos.
Marcos, te llaman misterioso.
Criticante aquellos que dicen, pero
que no saben. Que dicen saber, pero que
nunca han sabido.
Tienen miedo al cambio.
El cambio hace el mal, creenlo todos.
Sospechan de ti Marcos; te juzgan,
porque abandonaste tu maquina de escribir?
Por que una impresora? Creen SUN STATION
tenes.
Te critican Marcos.
Los enemigos de Mexico y de los mexicanos
te llaman incongruente y creen que hasta a las
redes a surfear te vas.
Mexico te Escucha. Marcos Libertador
To Be
Or Not To Be?
Don't now
But You'are and Me!
I wish I had three day weekends
I wish I had a nap at noon
I wish I had more time to play
I wish I had greener grass
I wish I had whiter teeth
I wish I had summer year round
I wish I had six pack abs
I wish I had a magic wand
to make all my wishes
come true.
It stands majestic towering over the other's
making them look like hills
the snow is nestled as it slumbers like a December scene in a catalogue of Red and Green
So many have tried to challenge its crevices and cliffs never lived to tell about it
from a distance It is so inviting but as you get closer you could hear it quake strange sounds it makes it will even dare you as it rains rocks of different shapes and sizes like its alive,then the mistake is made
as so many climb to there grave.