KNOWLEDGE. TRUST. EXPERIENCE

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Knowledge

With over 20 years of computing, software development and network know-how, we have developed the knowledge necessary to help you achieve your goals.  From a simple home network to interconnected multiple locations, a simple web page to a full stack web application, hardware purchase decisions for a laptop, a desktop or server, you name it, we can probably help. Let our knowledge work for you. 

Trust

You can trust all your projects to our experienced and knowledgeable team members. We will not sell you what you do not need, We maintain confidentiality for sensitive information,  materials and proprietary business processes. Earning your trust is paramount and keeping your loyalty is our top priority. 

Experience

We believe our experience will serve us well, but sometimes we need to forget about where we have been and what we done.  “Supercomputer pioneer Seymour Cray used to deliberately hire for inexperience because it brought him people who “do not usually know what’s supposed to be impossible.”
Eric Schmidt, How Google Works 

Aspens

All day and night, save winter, every weather,
Above the inn, the smithy, and the shop,
The aspens at the cross-roads talk together
Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top.
 
Out of the blacksmith’s cavern comes the ringing
Of hammer, shoe, and anvil; out of the inn
The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing—
The sounds that for these fifty years have been.
 
The whisper of the aspens is not drowned,
And over lightless pane and footless road,
Empty as sky, with every other sound
Not ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode,

A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails
In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom,
In tempest or the night of nightingales,
To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room.
 
And it would be the same were no house near.
Over all sorts of weather, men, and times,
Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear
But need not listen, more than to my rhymes.
 
Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves
We cannot other than an aspen be
That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,
Or so men think who like a different tree.

 

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