Tequila rocks.
Grills rock.
I love chicken and barbeque sauce.
For once, summer has conspired to make an unabashedly beautiful evening -- even if it's not going down in the annals of history.
As the agave loosens tongues and thoughts, even the cheap kind, I shall say no more, but sleep, perchance to dream.
31 July 2005
29 July 2005
Ta Da!
Given time, even I can figure out most of the coding. I haven't coded anything since I was about 11, but I'm liking the revived new look. It may need some tweaking still, but comments would be welcomed. I'd still like to clear the page and have the thing archive all the stuff from February, but cannot yet figure out how to do that. It'll have to wait. I should try doing some work today.
I spent the morning at an archaeological dig. It's fun to see this remnants of lives -- discarded bones from food (a.k.a. bison), post holes for the posts that would have held the roof up, shards of pottery. It's like a puzzle. You have bits of someone's life. What can you tell me about them?
Which makes it kind of like the blog world. I give you bits of my life. What do you know about me? (Again, that would be assuming that anyone ever read this, but since I'm writing because I want to, frankly don't care!)
Last deep thought for a Friday? I really love 7Up Plus. I know it's got fake sugar in it, to which I am opposed, but it's fruity and apparently has calcium. And we know I need calcium.
Given time, even I can figure out most of the coding. I haven't coded anything since I was about 11, but I'm liking the revived new look. It may need some tweaking still, but comments would be welcomed. I'd still like to clear the page and have the thing archive all the stuff from February, but cannot yet figure out how to do that. It'll have to wait. I should try doing some work today.
I spent the morning at an archaeological dig. It's fun to see this remnants of lives -- discarded bones from food (a.k.a. bison), post holes for the posts that would have held the roof up, shards of pottery. It's like a puzzle. You have bits of someone's life. What can you tell me about them?
Which makes it kind of like the blog world. I give you bits of my life. What do you know about me? (Again, that would be assuming that anyone ever read this, but since I'm writing because I want to, frankly don't care!)
Last deep thought for a Friday? I really love 7Up Plus. I know it's got fake sugar in it, to which I am opposed, but it's fruity and apparently has calcium. And we know I need calcium.
28 July 2005
Am REVIVING the blog. CPR skills are rusty, but I'm bored and that's enough impetus.
Changes? Yeah, I'm not so much of a coding person. I changed some things. Screwed up some text formatting. Deleted the absent boys (although if they want to come back, maybe we'll let them). New rule? No more mass text blocks written ee cummings style, Susan! Use the return key, if not punctuation. Declaring myself dictator of the new world, at least for the next 15 minutes. We all get 15 minutes, right? Huh?
Am posting. Word.
Okay. So this is my thought for the day (and yes, there's pretty much only one. Am stupid today and not using too many pronouns):
What happened to living fearlessly in our daily lives?
That sense we had as children, an invincible confidence of self -- what happened to that? Unconcerned with *who* we were, we lived unconsidered lives but delved deeply into the here and now of the present, ignoring or discounting consequences. Our a priori assumptions were that we existed and the things and people around us existed in relation to us (real or not). When did we become aware of our selves? When did we separate, seeking selfhood over connection and losing our way back? Apparently we were too old for breadcrumbs and left no trail and no fumble through the forest seeking gingerbread houses -- but anything that pretty can hold a nasty surprise. Duh.
Changes? Yeah, I'm not so much of a coding person. I changed some things. Screwed up some text formatting. Deleted the absent boys (although if they want to come back, maybe we'll let them). New rule? No more mass text blocks written ee cummings style, Susan! Use the return key, if not punctuation. Declaring myself dictator of the new world, at least for the next 15 minutes. We all get 15 minutes, right? Huh?
Am posting. Word.
Okay. So this is my thought for the day (and yes, there's pretty much only one. Am stupid today and not using too many pronouns):
What happened to living fearlessly in our daily lives?
That sense we had as children, an invincible confidence of self -- what happened to that? Unconcerned with *who* we were, we lived unconsidered lives but delved deeply into the here and now of the present, ignoring or discounting consequences. Our a priori assumptions were that we existed and the things and people around us existed in relation to us (real or not). When did we become aware of our selves? When did we separate, seeking selfhood over connection and losing our way back? Apparently we were too old for breadcrumbs and left no trail and no fumble through the forest seeking gingerbread houses -- but anything that pretty can hold a nasty surprise. Duh.