Posts From October 2002
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Wednesday, October 30, 2002
{11:15 PM} Development Woes
It's been awhile since I've worked on any web applications. Around two years. I'm finding there's a lot I miss. Except for one thing - when you're getting right up next to the end... and you really want to start tweaking things and fixing some things up. But instead, you have to spend forever debugging and working around various browser/platform incompatibilities. I want to spend time making things work better. Not work, period. Ugh.
^^^
It's been awhile since I've worked on any web applications. Around two years. I'm finding there's a lot I miss. Except for one thing - when you're getting right up next to the end... and you really want to start tweaking things and fixing some things up. But instead, you have to spend forever debugging and working around various browser/platform incompatibilities. I want to spend time making things work better. Not work, period. Ugh.
^^^
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
{10:58 PM} These Times Are Few
"Wash me!", the laundry demands.
"Working.", I reply.
Converting a messy web application to happy smiley XHTML takes time. And effort. I don't mind. It's worth the trouble... and fun. Due in no small part to the environment. Better things are being built in-between learning. Today's lesson, "Change the <doctype> before trying to debug CSS problems". Tomorrow's lesson, "Go to be earlier". Tonight's lesson, "I'm tired".
Not to mention in the tomorrow afternoon a new camera arrives. Replacing my broken high flat rate to fix Digital Elph. Pictures of me sleeping to follow. Maybe even movies.
You'll see.
^^^
"Wash me!", the laundry demands.
"Working.", I reply.
Converting a messy web application to happy smiley XHTML takes time. And effort. I don't mind. It's worth the trouble... and fun. Due in no small part to the environment. Better things are being built in-between learning. Today's lesson, "Change the <doctype> before trying to debug CSS problems". Tomorrow's lesson, "Go to be earlier". Tonight's lesson, "I'm tired".
Not to mention in the tomorrow afternoon a new camera arrives. Replacing my broken high flat rate to fix Digital Elph. Pictures of me sleeping to follow. Maybe even movies.
You'll see.
^^^
Saturday, October 19, 2002
{04:02 PM} Look! They're Weirdos Too
I'm become addicted to watching the Japanese Apple Switch ads.
^^^
I'm become addicted to watching the Japanese Apple Switch ads.
^^^
{01:25 AM} Show in Review
Where is the safe happy everlasting page-long candy coat?
Over there, draped over your black birthday black and exposed throat.
Dope.
It was all that.
And a bag of something wonderful.
^^^
Where is the safe happy everlasting page-long candy coat?
Over there, draped over your black birthday black and exposed throat.
Dope.
It was all that.
And a bag of something wonderful.
^^^
Friday, October 18, 2002
{04:33 PM} Everywhere I Wander to Know Where Art Is
Tonight is Themselves @ Slims. The last time I saw Dose, he often sat on the edge of the stage and did songs a capella style. The time before that, he closed the show with "It's Them"...
we're giving selfs to records
for the tots and toddlers
not to gourge our fantasies
in simply human fetishes
if you give the strangest baby toys
the entertainment and enjoy
ment they receive
will read and write and return it's self
ten fold.
to watch ya'll kids
and clothed your loved ones
in a crystal ball of faith
renewed and fertile
them
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
someone page the guard
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
is there a poet in the house?
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
i'm afraid we'll have to innovate
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
i can't bring it back to life alone
and there between the timid yellow voice
and my candle
and the space
and my little known voice
she left this form
and i saw her dust and the lights angles and had
you there young man
my metamorphosis
your efforts
thats all natural
just learn from virtues
keep them
perpetuate your fortune
in both worlds, give and give and give.
there's nothing wrong with gardens
and in everyone preserve
truth is truth
both perfect and realistic.
you know when energy is flowing
smile.
teach yourself to write.
and let them by the album.
thanks for the
crowd: heeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllppppp!
I can't wait to see more.
^^^
Tonight is Themselves @ Slims. The last time I saw Dose, he often sat on the edge of the stage and did songs a capella style. The time before that, he closed the show with "It's Them"...
we're giving selfs to records
for the tots and toddlers
not to gourge our fantasies
in simply human fetishes
if you give the strangest baby toys
the entertainment and enjoy
ment they receive
will read and write and return it's self
ten fold.
to watch ya'll kids
and clothed your loved ones
in a crystal ball of faith
renewed and fertile
them
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
someone page the guard
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
is there a poet in the house?
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
i'm afraid we'll have to innovate
crowd: heeeeeeeeelp!
i can't bring it back to life alone
and there between the timid yellow voice
and my candle
and the space
and my little known voice
she left this form
and i saw her dust and the lights angles and had
you there young man
my metamorphosis
your efforts
thats all natural
just learn from virtues
keep them
perpetuate your fortune
in both worlds, give and give and give.
there's nothing wrong with gardens
and in everyone preserve
truth is truth
both perfect and realistic.
you know when energy is flowing
smile.
teach yourself to write.
and let them by the album.
thanks for the
crowd: heeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllppppp!
I can't wait to see more.
^^^
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
{01:33 PM} World Wondering
Nobody builds pyramids anymore. And when they do... it seems a bit silly. Giant skyscrapers are interesting, but fail to capture much in the way of imagination. It's a given that with enough time, money, and people we can pretty much build whatever we want - not to mention that just because we can, doesn't mean we should. So where's the wonder?
It's retreated to the small things. Those little out of the way eclectic absurd informative things that build on our collective perception of us. No longer grand feats of human ingenuity and spirt... but everyday expressions of our own uniqueness.
They're in the information.
These are the wonders of our world.
^^^
Nobody builds pyramids anymore. And when they do... it seems a bit silly. Giant skyscrapers are interesting, but fail to capture much in the way of imagination. It's a given that with enough time, money, and people we can pretty much build whatever we want - not to mention that just because we can, doesn't mean we should. So where's the wonder?
It's retreated to the small things. Those little out of the way eclectic absurd informative things that build on our collective perception of us. No longer grand feats of human ingenuity and spirt... but everyday expressions of our own uniqueness.
They're in the information.
These are the wonders of our world.
^^^
Friday, October 11, 2002
Thursday, October 10, 2002
{02:06 PM} The Junk That Counts
Yesterday's Spam Count: 197 messages (1.5mb)
You can't fit that on a floppy disk.
^^^
Yesterday's Spam Count: 197 messages (1.5mb)
You can't fit that on a floppy disk.
^^^
Monday, October 07, 2002
Sunday, October 06, 2002
{04:32 AM} The Night Turns to Day and I Wonder How I Got This Way
It all started with a movie. A giant octopus attacks the Presidio... shown outside in the Presidio. We arrived late. One and a half hours, for those of you scoring at home. Too far away to see straight and that was better than what was left of the sound, by the time it reached us. Restless companions leaving even less. All resulting in a leave early and a walk home.
No keys.
Ha.
Time for some quality porch time. Time to find a spare key. Phone calls go unanswered. To restless to wait. I've got a girl to talk to. I'll take a walk. It's nice out. Maybe someone is home by the time I get there. Wishful thinking and no come true. My favorite pizza is in the neighborhood and I've had no dinner. Time to make myself a single Saturday night diner. Only eleven and the Lower Haight ladies are already falling over their smiles. Eat and slip out before seeing someone make a scene.
Time to try another check. Everyone seems far from home. But it's too warm for a jacket and there are stars. Stop by the park. Watch downtown do it's sky scraping thing from a familiar bench. Tree's hang black. How ever did it get this way? Move along...
A set of projects forgo the usual for traditional blues. The kind that doesn't start with a lie. A large woman and companions sit on their porch and sing along. More like instead of. Concrete sprinklers chase the homeless away. I wonder where one can get a hammer this time of night?
Knock and no one. It looks like porch time after all. Too tired to sit quietly. Another trip.... to the grocery store for a pad and a pen. $1.49 is a magic stationary number. Repeated for all manor of styles. Three subject fall apart or 50 page super mini legal. Same price. I go for the mini. I don't need it. Might as well get something different.
Settle in and write again. It's been awhile. Mosquitos don't seem to care. If I can finish this maybe I won't think about scratching off my left eyebrow. Maybe. Then a kitty cat comes running by... followed by a chasing couple. I offer help and it's not hers. They both stop to chat on the porch. Brown paper bag full of forties. Her sweet but hardly delicate. Him boisterous but sincere. We're laughing by the time a roommate arrives. He pulls up a step. Neighborhood folks beat their barking dogs. "Stop!" goes unacknowledged. Time to go inside.
New friends know old friend in far away places.... this world is too small to properly imagine. A tiny speck on a tiny ship in a bottle. We share an appreciation for off of center radar young people media. A yukalale (your guess is as good as mine or probably better) is played. We laugh again and they leave. Maybe to stop by again.
Now I write. Is 4:20 morning? Either way I've got a blister, some bug bites, the lingering taste of a little Old English and a long past bedtime dream a little someone to get started on now that this one is finished.
Good night.
^^^
It all started with a movie. A giant octopus attacks the Presidio... shown outside in the Presidio. We arrived late. One and a half hours, for those of you scoring at home. Too far away to see straight and that was better than what was left of the sound, by the time it reached us. Restless companions leaving even less. All resulting in a leave early and a walk home.
No keys.
Ha.
Time for some quality porch time. Time to find a spare key. Phone calls go unanswered. To restless to wait. I've got a girl to talk to. I'll take a walk. It's nice out. Maybe someone is home by the time I get there. Wishful thinking and no come true. My favorite pizza is in the neighborhood and I've had no dinner. Time to make myself a single Saturday night diner. Only eleven and the Lower Haight ladies are already falling over their smiles. Eat and slip out before seeing someone make a scene.
Time to try another check. Everyone seems far from home. But it's too warm for a jacket and there are stars. Stop by the park. Watch downtown do it's sky scraping thing from a familiar bench. Tree's hang black. How ever did it get this way? Move along...
A set of projects forgo the usual for traditional blues. The kind that doesn't start with a lie. A large woman and companions sit on their porch and sing along. More like instead of. Concrete sprinklers chase the homeless away. I wonder where one can get a hammer this time of night?
Knock and no one. It looks like porch time after all. Too tired to sit quietly. Another trip.... to the grocery store for a pad and a pen. $1.49 is a magic stationary number. Repeated for all manor of styles. Three subject fall apart or 50 page super mini legal. Same price. I go for the mini. I don't need it. Might as well get something different.
Settle in and write again. It's been awhile. Mosquitos don't seem to care. If I can finish this maybe I won't think about scratching off my left eyebrow. Maybe. Then a kitty cat comes running by... followed by a chasing couple. I offer help and it's not hers. They both stop to chat on the porch. Brown paper bag full of forties. Her sweet but hardly delicate. Him boisterous but sincere. We're laughing by the time a roommate arrives. He pulls up a step. Neighborhood folks beat their barking dogs. "Stop!" goes unacknowledged. Time to go inside.
New friends know old friend in far away places.... this world is too small to properly imagine. A tiny speck on a tiny ship in a bottle. We share an appreciation for off of center radar young people media. A yukalale (your guess is as good as mine or probably better) is played. We laugh again and they leave. Maybe to stop by again.
Now I write. Is 4:20 morning? Either way I've got a blister, some bug bites, the lingering taste of a little Old English and a long past bedtime dream a little someone to get started on now that this one is finished.
Good night.
^^^
Friday, October 04, 2002
{06:52 PM} Follow Through
....and I did. With a nap on top. All the better for rescheduled Lyrics Born later tonight.
^^^
....and I did. With a nap on top. All the better for rescheduled Lyrics Born later tonight.
^^^
{02:40 PM} Target Market
Somepoint somewhere I forgot there where ads along the ceiling of SF Muni buses. I noticed them today on my way out. Not enough to see what any were for. I'm guessing they aren't as tech heavy as the last ones i remember. I'm guessing I won't check on the way home.
I think I'll walk. Working at home is keeping me in too much.
^^^
Somepoint somewhere I forgot there where ads along the ceiling of SF Muni buses. I noticed them today on my way out. Not enough to see what any were for. I'm guessing they aren't as tech heavy as the last ones i remember. I'm guessing I won't check on the way home.
I think I'll walk. Working at home is keeping me in too much.
^^^
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
{11:42 PM} It Just Seems Like the Thing To Do
Write that on your arm.
Just high enough to be covered by your sleeve.
^^^
Write that on your arm.
Just high enough to be covered by your sleeve.
^^^
{01:38 PM} An Example Sample Evening
Today's topic is last tonight's time... Online trying to clear up some confusion while also getting in some virtual hang out time with a newly found busy old friend and quality conversation with a loved one while unanswered e.mail sits in a long neglected pile. Not to mention the stack of waiting books or far flung unfinished spots of conversations worth having. All the while I should have been on a bus to another side of town. Seeing a show with one person I like to see often and another I don't see enough.
Upon arriving I walked in as Mixmaster Morris walked out. Instant "I've seen him before......but never seen him before". Only on the back page of old Mixmags and movies full of people who started it all. He has a collection or records. Some better than others, but all very wide. It was fun. Chill and comfy. Pistachio's, Donkey Kong, good company, and good music. What more could a boy want?
^^^
Today's topic is last tonight's time... Online trying to clear up some confusion while also getting in some virtual hang out time with a newly found busy old friend and quality conversation with a loved one while unanswered e.mail sits in a long neglected pile. Not to mention the stack of waiting books or far flung unfinished spots of conversations worth having. All the while I should have been on a bus to another side of town. Seeing a show with one person I like to see often and another I don't see enough.
Upon arriving I walked in as Mixmaster Morris walked out. Instant "I've seen him before......but never seen him before". Only on the back page of old Mixmags and movies full of people who started it all. He has a collection or records. Some better than others, but all very wide. It was fun. Chill and comfy. Pistachio's, Donkey Kong, good company, and good music. What more could a boy want?
^^^