-Daddy
-\(C) 1994 Warsaw
-===============
-Drive me Daddy, drive me quick
-Push my pedal, shift my stick
-Fill me up with golden gas
-My rubber squeals, I go real fast
-
-Milk me Daddy, milk me now
-Milk me like a big ol' cow
-I've got milk inside my udder
-Churn it up and make some butter\n\nSee also:\n\n\t")
- (about-url-link 'baw "Visit Barry's home page")
+As of November 2000, I am a software engineer with the Pythonlabs at
+Digital Creations. Pythonlabs is the core team developing and
+maintaining the Python open source, object-oriented scripting
+language. Digital Creations is the publisher of Zope, an open source
+content management system written in Python.
+
+In addition to my Python and Zope work, I am lead developer for the
+GNU Mailman project, a mailing list management system written,
+naturally, in Python. See the trend?
+
+On the side I play bass with a number of Washington DC area bands and
+also write poems about cows, milk, and fathers. Here's a sample, and
+drop me an email if you live in the NYC to Charlotte region; I'll let
+you know when the band's playing in your area. It'd be cool to meet
+you, and talking about XEmacs would make my wife very happy by helping
+to fend off the legions of groupies that seem to follow me everywhere.
+
+ Milk Me Daddy
+ (C) 1990 Warsaw
+ ===============
+ Oh daddy with your fingers pink
+ From whose udders do you drink?
+ Thy milk offends with putrid stink
+ I'll vomit now, lactose I think
+
+ If I could dream, I'd be a cow
+ Not horse, or mule, or barnyard sow
+ The cud I'd chew would drip and how!
+ So milk me daddy, milk me now!
+
+ My bovine nature knows no bounds
+ I'd naught awake at midnight sounds
+ Of teens approaching o'er the grounds
+ To tip with glee, then screech like clowns
+
+ And so I stare into this glass
+ Of sweaty juice, I gulp so fast
+ Each drop I lick, down to the last
+ The vertigo I know will pass
+
+ My mother smiles and pats my head
+ She's proud of me, so she has said
+ My pop just now gets out of bed
+ His eyes quite comatose and red
+
+ He'll empathize my milky fate
+ Whilest sopping gravy from his plate
+ And as the hour is getting late
+ His belly taut with all he ate
+
+ He isn't often quite so chatty
+ His arteries clogged with meat so fatty
+ With burps that launch soup, thick and splatty
+ Oh how I wish you'd milk me daddy\n\n\t")
+ (about-url-link 'baw nil "Visit Barry's home page")