About us
We are a husband (John) and wife (Laura) company located in Paradise, California, among the pine-covered foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Our first offering is SonicMood, mood setting sonic software created to run natively on a Mac under OS X (v10.4.11 or later). Click here to see our "farm".
John has a master's degree in physics and spent 29 years in industry developing and testing "rotation sensors" including optical gyroscopes. Because he has a passion for programming he developed many programs to aid in his work, and spent his last few years in industry working full-time on navigation software. He considers himself a "computer hobbiest" and bought his first computer in December of 1976, back when Microsoft was just two guys developing a BASIC interpreter for a company called MITS. Now he spends most of his time working on one of his six Macs developing shareware for the steadily growing Apple community. (read about my computer history).
Laura has a bachelor's degree in biology and, while technical, also brings a more artistic eye to the business. She is also an avid computer user who loves her Mac.
"Spring Morning", from the book of poems "When we were very young" by A. A. Milne:
I love this poem, I don't know why,
maybe I will before I die...
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow --
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Photo courtesy PDPhoto.org
