technology fingure bites, Car Hackthon, San Francisco, Jan 10-11th,

could not jump
but choose to hop

could not programing
but opt to lawn mowing

could not regret
but always keep going

BMW's car hackathon,
San Francisco (Jiu Jinshan), awesome chicks

pivotallabs, here, navdy, chargepoin,
mongoDB, smartcar, braintree, mo-jio, userblitz...

tech crunch disrupt, may 9-11, 2016, new york city, Brooklyn Cruise Terminal
72 Bowne Street, Brooklyn, NY 11231

 Jay Giraud, CEO Mojio gives it a grand praise,
 it is about improving car makers' view on how to run the mobile car smoothly
 
Mojio, Darren Roberts, VP Marketing
darrenr@moj.io

 Hotwire PR, Chris Pappas
Mojio@hotwirepr.com

factors, they count, look at Narayan Sainaney, Richard Woodruff,
 Safe Speed, Cortex, WeCharge, winners grin and feel the fueled courage

 BMW engineers and compete for an all-electric BMW i3, Navdy office
 interested people say cheese, Mithun Dhar, Horatiu Boeriu, Bruce Barry


 

  

   
 
  


 

poetry rally week 83, a fabulous inquiry on nutrition, fitbit melody, and free verse

  She then lets go
  in term
  of the previous crowds
  or the former tryouts
  connecting to cultural context
  online or off campus
  without face to face confirmation
  Things become decent
  Wellness, Fitbit, New Balance of nutrition
  any time
  any where
  her echo speaks and stirs
  meditation, fruit cups, poetic rhyming
  they stack up like brick laying
  Inferior won't be able to get arrayed
  as Forest Park rocks in Saint Louis bay
   this april
  bending its body like an arch
  head to toe
  left to right
  inside out
  day by day
  citi cards, quick silver, jp chase morgan, or barclay
  pay checks, cash, and quarters roll like mechanical machine
  Well, Well,
   her self must melt
   changing "weatherly",
   adapting "wisely"
   number 11 bus on foot,
   or rides on a bike
   green lawn, silicon valley,
   frosty look gets orchestra ed by song of a mouse

   squeak, squeak,
   Wendy's -New-Missy-Wildcats, Daddy O's guitar
   all music vibrates 
 

Free Verse by Robert Graves

 

I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission,
Just any little rhyme
In any little time
That runs in my head;
Because, I’ve said,
My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed
Like Prussian soldiers on parade
That march,
Stiff as starch,
Foot to foot,
Boot to boot,
Blade to blade,
Button to button,
Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.
No! No!
My rhymes must go
Turn ’ee, twist ’ee,
Twinkling, frosty,
Will-o’-the-wisp-like, misty;