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"Kochava, the self-proclaimed industry leader in mobile app data analytics, is locked in a legal battle with the Federal Trade Commission in a case that could lead to big changes in the global data marketplace and in Congress’ approach to artificial intelligence and data privacy"  More at The Conversation ➜

Here I sit, alone,
waiting for someone to show.
Wanting to be active, but
no particular place to go.

So, once again I
head down below
and thought of you,
but had no particular place to go.

She flew, as an Angel,
into the Sun.
I knew at that moment,
she was the one.

Long will I remember,
never to forget,
the moment in time,
when we first met.

Fly away,
flee,
away from the light,
stay here with me.

I can no longer,
ask of you,
what to be,
or what to do.

I miss you,
your beautiful smile,
but no longer will,
see. Not for a while.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Yesterday, the Moon was New. But on January 9, early morning risers around planet Earth were treated to the sight of an old Moon, low in the east as the sky grew bright before dawn. Above the city of Saarburg in Rhineland-Palatinate, western Germany, this simple snapshot found the waning Moon's sunlit crescent just before sunrise. But also never wandering far from the Sun in Earth's sky, inner planets Venus and Mercury shared the cold morning skyview. In the foreground are the historic city's tower and castle with ruins from the 10th century.

Photo by Michael Luy

I scream for tomorrow,
which may never come,
as life is a tragedy and
we could succumb.

To lose a life,
so precious to me,
from neglect
must never be.

Yet here I sit
amongst those who lied,
not understanding,
if she chose and died.

I tired when I heard,
"Who are you?"
Then I realize,
she doesn't know, can't undo.

How I wish I could
hear those words again.
It would help me
to reduce the pain.

My eyes are moist,
as my nose runs loose,
how can I move on
from here? Can I choose?

Winds, a blast,
rattling against
a windowpane,
rain trickles,

over sash
and sill.
We should wait,
never will.

The rain splattered
the river danced,
as rain fell it was
Nature's romance.

Air to rain,
water to soil,
makes me happy
and my blood to boil.

"Supporters are calling on the school to reinstate what would have been 87-year-old artist’s first retrospective in the US...a show, titled Centers of Energy .... according to a missive penned by a board member of the  artist’s foundation, Madison Gordon, the school abruptly canceled the show via email in late December due to “safety concerns....The circulating petition, and emails reviewed by Hyperallergic, suggest that the university’s decision is related to Halaby’s vocal pro-Palestine advocacy, including her social media activity". More at Hyperallergic ➜