Our Office In The Clouds

Following are the collaborative platforms that we will be using in the clouds, and I am looking forward to an increase in productivity with them. For those whom we will be collaborating together, here’s a convenient list of the platform urls.

Office Documents - https://office.com/start/default.aspx – documents, presentations, spreadsheets, notes, mail, calendar and shared storage

Project Management - https://trello.com/ – the kanban style for rapid prototyping

Task Management - https://app.weekplan.net/ – with weekly reviews and overall goals

Time Tracking - https://paymo.biz/

Project Journals - https://www.evernote.com/

Shared storage (with larger space) - https://app.weekplan.net/

GIT (Private) - https://bitbucket.org/dashboard/overview

GIT (Public) - https://github.com/

Dev (Heroku) – http://heroku.com

Dev (Amazon) - https://console.aws.amazon.com

 

 

 

 

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The Pawn’s Song

The Pawn's Song

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The Fire And The Wind

the fire and the wind

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I stood by your bed last night

 

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I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.

Author ~ Colleen Fitzsimmons (https://www.facebook.com/MissingYouPoemByColleenFitzsimmons)

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The Touch of the Master’s Hand

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understnad what changed its worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch of a master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine; a game – and he travels on. “He is going” once, and “going twice, He’s going and almost gone.” But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.

Myra ‘Brooks’ Welch

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There’s A Light On The Bay

I took the old path down, down
To where the graveyard lay,
The place I knew when I was young,
They say that Blackbeard had hidden precious stones,
Amongst the ancient bones,

So I set off to the darkness down below,
By the candle glow,
T’was then I heard the voices, saw a light,
And started on the journey of my life;

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The State Of The World’s Children 2013 – Children With Disabilities

The State of the World’s Children 2013: Children with Disabilities

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Sing Along With Rhania

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Jeff Healey – While My Guitar Gently Weeps

The guitarist may be blind to us, but something tells me that we are the ones who are blind and numb to the things that he senses out of the musical notes, the melodies and the harmonies. Maybe the notes produce colours in his mind, or they produce tastes like sweet, hot, savoury that he feels in his soul; or vibrations in parts of his being that extend beyond the physical body … and because we are too consumed by our sight, we are blind to these greater sights. Something just told me so.

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Teaching Them To Think In Their Strides

Q: How to teach children to think about the subject matter that they are studying, when the existing books, tutors and other materials do not emphasise on it?
A: Create your own e-learning portal, with your own customized lessons, a fully customized question bank to harp on the important points of understanding, and full report on how your child had been doing.

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