in which I write about stuff
(this comes with a four-shelf bookcase) in Oly or the Puget Sound? make me an offer. (why do I want to get rid of this stuff? hand-me-downs that don’t quite fit our style; they’re in darn good condition. except for the desk/bookcase, which were a gift, but don’t quite work with my computer setup; they’re [...]
okay, so it was a really nice weekend, and Super Saturday, and the Washington Street Flea Market, so I didn’t get anything more done here than what I did on Friday night. I have ideas, though, really I do. happy father’s day to all the fathers; you know who you are.
so this is what happened – my web host was moving stuff from one set of servers to another, and I got a notice a couple of weeks back that this was going to happen. however, I procrastinated, and then forgot, and then one day my site was just, well, gone. had to change the [...]
or at least I hope so. (not that anyone seems to have either noticed or cared. but there ya go.) [Update: Ralph noticed, but was too polite to say anything until yesterday. Update 2: K cared, but hadn't noticed. thanks, dude.]
- Moore’s Law and Communications – Chinese Learn True Scope of SARS from the Internet – Local Weblogs… (stupid title.) – David Brinkley Dead at 82 (the voice of Sunday morning.)
The green leaves spread over the windows, until all the light that came into the room had itself a greenish tint, bathing the desk and the woman in the office chair in dim but luminous light, like the light in a primeval jungle. She hadn’t left the chair, except to hobble to the bathroom, in [...]
thermometer on the (shaded) carport says about 90 degrees. too freaking hot for me. [update: this morning we took our "curtain" down from the front room and put it up as an ad-hoc awning over the blazing hot concrete patio, hoping not to kill my faux garden. picture: ]
(spurred by David W’s trip to Europe) (according to my old notes, taken in Badgastein, wherever that is.) (my DIY haircut. possibly the height of my dorkiness.)