i’d love to know the story/context behind this song.

smarterplanet:

IBM Hopes To Lure New Data-Hungry Customers With Freemium Watson Analytics Tool

IBM IBM +0.6% wants more companies to work with their data through Big Blue, and it’s hoping a freemium model will lower the barrier for entry to get them on board.

The company announced a Watson Analytics tool on Tuesday that allows companies to upload data to the IBM cloud for free and then receive what the company claims will be predictive insights for businesspeople to use. If successful, Watson Analytics should work for companies that don’t have a data scientist.

“Watson Analytics is a tool to let every business user harness all the power we can deliver,” says Alistair Rennie, general manager of business analytics. “What deals am I most likely to win? What sector will be busiest in the next month?”

Need… More… D’Angelo.

I swear these fools could have gone all the way. This whole album is amazing.

Jammin’ on the pro court. Spoiled by Red Ventures as usual! (at Time Warner Cable Arena)

Checking out The Hive off-season. The re-brand looks solid! (at Time Warner Cable Arena)

Ummm… my 8th grade.

“The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea’s return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.”

A Line-storm Song

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Enjoyed a tour of the beautiful UNCC campus today after a meeting with an advisor about an evening graduate program. The information session about the Professional Science Master’s degree in Data Science and Business Analytics got me crazy pumped. If I get into the certificate program and the first course goes well I’m all in for the big win baby!

http://analytics.uncc.edu (at University of North Carolina at Charlotte)

This album makes me so fucking happy.