Twitter (2017 March 10)

There is now a ‘departmental IT’ Twitter account, phas_it, to which I/we will post IT-related news.

This should be fairly low-traffic, and cover news ranging from service changes, to ‘your computers are all on fire; buy an abacus’; in the latter case, we may not have tweeting as our first priority.

We will aspire to avoid going viral at any point (ewwwww).

We will also aspire to avoid screaming incoherently and stroke-poppingly into the electronic void. But who knows: even the best of us might weaken when confronted with the yawning 140-character wide chasm that beckons us towards a brief but dismal fame.

Ah, how the web has changed.

Before thir eyes in sudden view appear
The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
Illimitable Ocean without bound,
Without dimension, where length, breadth, & highth,
And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise
Of endless Warrs, and by confusion stand.
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring
Thir embryon Atoms; they around the flag
Of each his faction, in thir several Clanns,
Light-arm'd or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift or slow,
Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands
Of Barca or Cyrene's torrid soil,
Levied to side with warring Winds, and poise
Thir lighter wings. To whom these most adhere,
Hee rules a moment; Chaos Umpire sits,
And by decision more imbroiles the fray
By which he Reigns: next him high Arbiter
Chance governs all. Into this wilde Abyss,
The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave,
Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt
Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight,
Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more Worlds,
Into this wild Abyss the warie fiend
Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while,
Pondering his Voyage: for no narrow frith
He had to cross. [ii, 890–920]

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