Archive for January, 2002

road map

The real point of the web isn’t ebizniz, ibizniz or dot commerce. It was set up for sharing information. If i have something to say, i can publish it on the web, either here or on another page, and suddenly i’m more then just another unemployed geek wannabe, i’m a writer and a publisher. Anyone can do, and there are enough places that provide free web sites so that even an impoverished inner city school kid can have her own page. at least for now. the web can also provide through add on programs, discussion forums and group written sites. With sufficiently feature laden (ridden?) add ons, the web can become an interactive magazine or novel. It makes everyone their own movie critic and op ed page. Through RSS, Really Simple Syndication, and personal bloging tools, you can “syndicate� your web site so others get the first couple lines of a newly updated page, and a link to the full article. It makes everyone a newspaper person, and makes it that much easier for future historians to find primary sources.

To date i’ve chosen not to do this, for fear of swamping the server (HA!) and for limited audience. i haven’t thought the page warranted a bigger audience. Who other then my friends care about my sinuses and lack of heat? i originally thought of trying to add real fiction here, i hinted at it in the “about� page, but real writing takes real time. , and i gotta work. I was also thinking of adding a user message board, completely separate from the comments pages. My two experiments with that failed. But the comments page seemed to take on a life of it’s own while i was doing the chicken with it’s head cut off dance last week. Which leads us to the point of this digression. I’m not about to give up pontificating about technology, and messing about with digital content management systems, but i’m going to remove as much of that as possible to the opinion page. And I’m going to be setting up RSS for that, essentially going live in front of the whole damn world. Which means i’m going to be spending more time on the opinions page then here, at least initially. Here i’m going to be adding more art, rearranging the links, and possibly opening up a message board.

And now back to our blog already in progress…it’s amazing to me how much you miss little things more then big things. i lost a lot of stuff in the great lockout, and i’m missing the little things like pouches and bags and little screw drivers rather then the 300mm apochromatic lens and nikon f2 i had just completely rebuilt from parts (or my f, and it’s 2 lenses, which had just been rebuilt, and shutter tested.) i’m missing the pile of hose clamps, d-rings, bungie cords, oversized keyrings and carabineers on the floor more then the quad boot pentium box i was working on. i miss the cds more then the pile of dead and half dead stereos. mostly i miss the pouch of mini and micro pliers and the bag of craftsman tools, more so then my 30 year old dremel and ten year old black and decker. i spent all day yesterday reaching for the things that werent’t there, from pictures and prints to cassettes and tools. just know i went to fix my bag, and realizd the rings and clips weren’t here. so now i have to go up to uncle dan’s and buy some. or garbage pick something else…note that nowhere here do i marvel at the foresite i had to precache so much stuff at don’s and elsewhere, or have so much of my tools and geekly acceseries on me. that’s because it wasn’t forward planning, it was dumb luck and laziness. today i’m going to some planning about what i should cache elsewhere, and where that should be.

phone frolics

I just got the new phone, and am charging it. it’s a lot bigger then i expected from the ads, but smaller then even the dinky motorola startac phone. ofcourse, once you ad the PDA, it’s a beast. kensington even makes a kaypad for it, so you can use sperately from the visor. rock on. will be setting it up with voicestream and mailing out the new number soon. then i’ll have to go get a csse for it, this thing eats a whole pocket. size is it’s only real downside. UPDATE: the new number is now active, the phone works. first cut, it’s big, has the quitest ringer i’ve ever heard, and has weird sound quality. the ringer probably won’t be heard if it’s not on the table in front of you. second cut, it’s the single best phone interface i’ve ever seen, enormous geek factor, and well, it’s cool. it needs a case, a spare battery, and some more styli to complete it’s winter wardrobe, but i’m going to get creative on all the accessorie front.

if you haven’t gotten your email with the new number yet, drop me an email to remind me…

nothing

i’ve been sitting here not getting anything done for a few hours. using the grass is always greener theory, i’m going to go elsewhere and sit and not get anything done. (UPDATE: it’s hours later and i still haven’t gotten anything done!)

i really have to finish getting my contacts in order. what a way to spend a saturday night.

dawn never called about storing her car seat, unless she made the horrible yipping squeeking roaring call an hour or so ago. most of my calls today have gone straight to voicemail without ringing at all, another reason to quit sprint. actually the most annoying thing about sprint is that some days i don’t get reception in my room (i’m getting it tonight, so that doesn’t explain the voicemail.) i also got but dialed again from the mystery 617 number.

one of the things i’m going to finish tonight is the meta writing post. maybe. maybe i’ll just make a lamprey piece. the word this week is “the law,” and i’m tempted to just bring in a picture of jerry…

phone follies.

a flurry of sound and movement, signifying nothing…

among the noise and traval was a all day trip to heck, or southern darn with my mother yesterday. amon ghte places we sisted on the way were a cell phone sales agent who called the cops on me for using her charge card. the multibillion dollar bills for the sprint phone has necessitated getting a new account with a new carrier, since the old one has pissed me off, and doesn’t have any cheap rate plans. so back to churn and burn your customer base. since i wouldn’t have the 500 dollar deposit necessary to get a phone without a credit card, and since i was counseled against stealing a number from a .net user, i used my mother. incest jokes about sleeping with the enemy are now apropriate. i also decided since i was going to have to pay godzilla sized dough for the account, i didn’t want to pay even 10 bucks for the phone. the first voicestream dealers we visited were jerks and claimed to be out of the horrid motorola 10 buck phones anyway. so that meant ordering it from handspring, since they are giving it away for free with voicestream service. heres the phone call cut short:

me: i wanna order the free visor phone with voicestream service.

handspring: have you checked to see if you have voicestream service in your area.

me: yeah i’m calling from outside one of their stores.

handspring: ok lets take your order…

(15 minutes of order taking ensues)

handspring: ok, that’s one visor phone for 99 dollars, with 8.50 shipping and handling.

me: no, that’s one free visorphone…

hand: no, you have to order that with the service.

me: yeah, i know.

hand: you have to go to voicestream and order the service.

me: they told me i had to order it from you.

hand: no, you have to order it from them.

so i went back to the voicestream dealer, who told me i had to order from handspring, and then pay them to re chip it–shouldn’t cost more then 50 bucks. since it’s a GSM, with a slide out chip, it shouldn’t cost, period the end. so we go to another dealer, can’t find parking, and this time my mother hands me the charge plate and tells me to just run in and get a damn phone, and tuff shit about the visor phone, and make sure i can afford the phone, she’s not going to let the phone ride on her card…i walk through the account set up procedure, they ask for my ID, i hand it to them, and it never dawns on me my ID is mine and doesn’t match her plate. my mother finally finds parking and walks in just as they’re dialing the cops. for once i felt good about her unloading on someone (ok, i felt good about her unloading on my brother). 50 minutes down the tube. we go off to the next dealer. he cheerfully explains to me that they don’t sell the plans without the phones, and fedex hasn’t delivered their latest batch of phones. he also shows me his visor phone, and i tell him about my discussion with handspring. he tells me to order it online, like he did. our next step is a internet cafe in the loop, much time is lost trying to get my ibook to interface with their not quite standard compliant wireless network (which was finally solved my me unplugging one of their computers and using it’s ethernet cable: i don’t want any ebiz purchase i make to be on another person’s computer.) 20 minutes of form filling by me, and finally my mother is almost the proud owner of a visor phone. the catch is handspring tells you after you finalize the deal that they hold all their orders for 24 hours to check credit, and then they’ll forward the order to voicestream for their credit check. so i’ll get the phone in four to five biz days., by which time i’ll owe sprint another billion dollars…

so we’ve been busting our but moving in circles and getting nothing done, and have had no time to update the site. sorry…oh yeah, handspring just called me and said we passed muster on credit and voicestream…

it’s not so cold

It’s 51 degrees in ice station zebra.

I really need to drink more water.

phone fury

I’ve just recieved two 200 dollar cell phone bills.

After dpeaking to sprint, i learned i have only ten minutes left this billing cycle, which ends on the 4th of feb. It’s the 19th of january. My mother’s sage advice is to gbet a new plan with less anytime and more nights and weekend minutes. except my usage is fairly evenly divided, and my service provider doesn’t have a plan that suits my needs. it looks like i’m going to have to change providers and plans, which ofcourse means some kind of credit card fraud. thrilling. the ethical and moral quandarys of a downwardly mobile urban unprofessional.

I have just gotten a loaner heater, i’m plugging it in now…

The loaner heater has a bult in thermomoter, which claimed it was 39 degrees before i got in running. After ten hours of use it now claims it’s 48 degrees. no wonder i can’t shake this cold.

Opinion site updated

Spent all day in bed.

Spent all night in bed.

Opinion site updated maybe.

I’m out of smokes.

It is cold, dear people, it is 12 degrees outside according to the bank clock, and it is cold enough here in Ice Station Zebra for me to have put on a hoodie, a sweat shirt and a scarf (not the good scarf Dawn gave, but the thin one my mother gave me last week.) I would be wearing the unloosable hat, but i lost it last week: which is too bad, because it was the perfect weight for sitting a freezer and typing. I have the thin scarf wrapped like a bnurnoose around my head and throat, and in a few minutes we break out the fingerless gloves. Note to self: get real gloves manana. Not much else to tell, i’m happily playing with new trial software that Ben sent from the Macworld Expo, i’ve got my portable drive in it’s new enclosure, my main drive is mostly backed up, and life is all geekky goodness. And if one more person from the neighborhood bounces a check on me, they’re getting one of John Unger’s tombstone sculptures shoved up their ass.

And now for some humor. heres what the page looks like in some almost but not quite complient browsers. you poor netscape users have no idea what your missing.

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scr2 (13k image)

scr3 (10k image)

end of page, pt II

One of the thing writers never talked about in the old days was the tools of the trade. You can’t imagine that shaekespeare sat around the inn regalling his buddies in tales of sharpening quill pens, and how hard it was to get good foolscap these days. But as quills gave way to pencils and pens, and those gave way to the typewriter and the word processor, we find writers writing about the tools of writing more and more. i’m going to bore everyone this week end with a post on writing for the web tools this weekend…

Sleepless night followed by chaotic day and fruitless evening. I am looking into some organization tools as well. And we feel a hair cut and beard trim is due.

end of world, pt. 1

AS PROMISED COMMENTS HAVE RETURNED TO FFEJWORLD! NOW PLEASE READ ON.

One of the behind the scenes things we did to the website was update our content management system (oooo, remember back when the page was geeky?) The new update for greymatter chose a default mail setting which we don’t/can’t use. end of problem flip a switch, but only after we tried everything else.

I’m thinking of updating a few other things as well, but you know how it is, best intentions, blah blah blah.

I got a care package from Ben tuesday. outside of the great food, toys and handouts from the Mac Expo in San Fransisco, it contained from great packing material. A bag of trail mix. Form fitting, neat, recyclable. Everyone in Silicon valley should immediately abandon styrofoam peanuts for bags of trail mix. BTW, one should never open up a box of food in a cafe. The staff raise the price on your chili by 2 bucks. a cup of coffee and a bowl of chili just cost me $7.52. looks like i’m back on the canned soup…

And now back to the rest of the post

As promised, a new look for the old webpage. not too new, actually, but then i’m lazy, stupid and a lousey graphic designer. Not to mention the connection keeps going down. Oh well. By the time this is read by you, we should have it mostly in place. Or most of something is place. Who knows. There might be other things on the horizon, but i doubt it.

Also as promised, we’re removing the gossip from more then just the title of the page. We’re going back to what we know, which granted isn’t much. Like anyone really cares.

cuts like a knife

John Unger recently suffered a burglary of his truck: several grand worth of books were stolen. John says “The truck was parked on the north side of 16th, a block west of morgan. I don’t really expect to ever see them again, but there is a $150 reward for the return of all, or whatever’s right for the return of some…” Click on the more link for a list of the books. Please forward any info to me, or post on the comments page. Thanks.
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