Archive for June, 2007

Bloggers in pajamas, redux

Thursday, June 28th, 2007

The Fug Girls get self-deprecating about blogging:

Occasionally I change out of my pajamas in the morning and into a different pair of pajamas.

Thought some folks might enjoy that reference.

Gah!

Wednesday, June 27th, 2007

Just got back from a hot, sticky run in the hot, sticky heat, and in my delirium and shaky state, I managed to break the end of a plug off in the Treo’s headset jack. Great. I managed to get the end of the plug out of the Treo, but the headphone is shot now, unless anyone can reassure me that I can replace a plug on the end of a headset cord and have it sound OK.

I loves me some internet laziness.

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

I love the internet. A minute ago I stumbled across a blog post on organization I wanted to keep, and I thought, “I bet I could write an Applescript so that I could mail something to myself at a particular address, set up a rule in Apple Mail to run that Applescript, and have it automatically copied into Yojimbo with the appropriate title and tags.” And then a second later I thought, “But before I do that, I should look to see if someone’s already done it.”

So I typed “applescript copy yojimbo” into Google, and lo and behold, it was the first result.

Or maybe this isn’t actually laziness. Maybe it’s being productive like a ninja. A ninja kitten. Yeah.

Runnin’ & Writin’

Monday, June 25th, 2007

I need to remember that not only is a good workout healthy and stress-relieving, but it also always seems to leave me chock-full of good song ideas. Awesome.

Random ways my brain works

Thursday, June 21st, 2007

Random ways my brain works
Random ways my brain works,
originally uploaded by Kate O’.

Every time I see this package in the break room at work, I imagine a “Coffee Singles” dating service for people who love java.

Long term relationship = communication shorthand

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

him: I need to see a movie with lots of explosions and death.
me: Oh, did you call your dad?

Forgetting about Father’s Day

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about missing the family cookout or whatever.

As I am not attending Bonnaroo nor is my father living nor am I within proximity of any kind of family cookout, I have no such dilemma. My dilemma pertains more to simply getting through Father’s Day with the least amount of psychological trauma.

Here, in no particular order, are a few ideas that have occurred to me thus far:

  • Stay in bed.
    Tempting. On the other hand, Karsten points out that it will be there all day. I can always keep it as a fall-back option.
  • Go for a walk in a park or other natural space.
    Good possibility. It’s especially meaningful if there are a lot of birds around, since my dad used to love to watch the birds. But it might be too hot for this to be a pleasant experience, so I’ll have to wait and see how the day shapes up.
  • Sit on the front steps and try to enjoy the beautiful day.
    Already getting a jump on this one. Sitting out here with my laptop and a pot of coffee. But again, in an hour or so, it will probably warm up to where this won’t be pleasant anymore.
  • Do day-job work.
    Yeah, no.
  • Write a song or three.
    Very probable. I did a little last night and was surprised at some of what came out.
  • Clean, tidy, organize.
    I’ll see how I feel. This would be helpful to do, but I just don’t feel motivated to do it.
  • Organize files on my computer.
    Same as above.
  • Plan the porch party.
    I need to do this, and it might be fun. So maybe this will be a good stay-inside-while-it’s-hot activity.
  • Go back to bed.
    I know, I already talked about bed. But it’s sounding like such an appealing option.

I do genuinely wish a happy Father’s Day to anyone out there to whom it applies. And I genuinely wish good alternatives for anyone who needs them.

Cursed documents

Friday, June 15th, 2007

The power just went out briefly at work. On a Friday at 4:20 PM, that means one thing: “early weekend!”

Well, it also meant that I ALMOST lost changes to some mockups I’d been working on. AGAIN. I made these same changes yesterday and then had to shut my force my laptop to shut down after it froze up, so I somehow lost those changes even though I’m sure I’d saved them - but the document was still open so it must have gotten horked.

And then I had just made the same changes again when the power went out. Luckily I’m on a laptop, so the battery was my backup power supply and I was able to save my work.

Maybe it’s a sign that I’m not supposed to be redesigning this page.

And maybe I should heed that early weekend call after all.

Yeah. Sounds good. I’m out. Have a great weekend everybody!

My life is forever changed

Friday, June 15th, 2007

I’ve just seen the cutest bird ever. (I tried to get a picture, but it was all a blur.) That is all.

Technorati lets you claim a blog, but what about claiming a blogger?

Friday, June 15th, 2007

CeeElCee and girls
CeeElCee and girls,
originally uploaded by lesley s.

Doesn’t this totally look like I’m saying “mine, all mine”? After all, we’re talking about BadBad-mf’in-Ivy and Ginger-f’in’-SNAPs here, people - I don’t know why CeeElCee wasn’t fighting me for them. He must have known he was no match for my mad girl-claiming skillz.

Come to think of it, I may have tried to fight with CeeElCee one other time last night. I don’t remember why, but I kind of remember saying that he and my inner fag could take it outside, but CeeElCee wisely deferred, admitting he’d have his ass handed to him. I really don’t want to fight CeeElCee - I adore the guy! - but I’m thinking maybe he just brings out the scrappy in me.

Latest view of the porch

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

Latest view of the porch
Latest view of the porch,
originally uploaded by Kate O’.

Not much has changed in the past week or so except for the new copper downspout to the right of the porch, but it’s hard to see in this picture. I’m looking forward to the handrails, the spindles, the rest of the trim detailing, and the caps for the posts, but above all I can’t wait for the new doorway and door! That should be happening in the next few weeks or so.

Picked a fine time to leave me

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

I keep forgetting to mention that the guy who’s painting the tippy-top of the front porch (which I’m thrilled Karsten isn’t going to do himself) is the son of the guy who wrote (co-wrote?) “Lucille.”

Now, come on. How Nashvegas is that?

And a cry of “oh crap” is heard throughout the Nashville blogging community…

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

Brittney Gilbert has resigned her post as author/editor of Nashville Is Talking following a truly hideous episode of misunderstanding and attacks primarily from — get this — left-wing bloggers. Brittney is a lefty herself, but her position was misunderstood by her linking to a racist piece of garbage a few days ago without making her reason for linking it explicit — which was unnecessary for regular readers, as we all know her take on the mudslinger in question — and in the ensuing maelstrom, whatever the real issues were, they got lost in a flurry of ridiculous trolling and name-calling. Aunt B has an excellent summary of it all.

I’ve been following this whole thing for the past 12 hours or so, and it has been making me reflective and a little sad. I’m disappointed that more people don’t exercise compassion in their dealings with others. I’m disappointed that so many people resort to name-calling so quickly. I’m disappointed that this ultimately pushed Brittney to the point of resignation. And I’m just sad to see extreme reactions have such influence while opportunities for balance and understanding are overlooked.

That may make me sound like a “can’t we all just get along” type, but the thing is, I’m not afraid of confrontation. I believe in being direct with people when there are conflicts, and I strive to be gentle until my gentleness is misunderstood as a sign of weakness, and then all bets are off. I’m not always as compassionate as I should be. I forget sometimes about the feelings and frustrations of the people I’m interacting with. I think most of us do. *

The thing that makes me feel bad, personally, is that this all started because a dude died. And it was the reaction to the dude’s death that got everyone talking. You know, Talking. As in Nashville Is. And Brittney linked to an excerpt of some talking, as she is free to decide to do within the bounds of her job. (I expressed concern in comment #28 over how the link would be interpreted by those unfamiliar to the blog, as well as reservations about adding authority to the racist nonsense by linking to it, but I certainly never meant to suggest that Brittney was wrong to make that call.) It was controversial. It got people talking. I agree that the fact that she linked to it was as relevant as the link itself, but I can’t understand why so many people responded with such a lack of curiosity about either. They simply made their assumptions and began calling names.

I can’t decide whether to hope that WKRN decides to keep Nashville Is Talking up and running with a new author/editor or that they shut it down because Brittney is so much the heart and soul of that blog. What I hope for Brittney is easy, because I fully believe she’ll do really well in her next move.

* (I’m not sure why, but this reminds me to mention that Mack was surprised a few weeks ago, after reading my writings here for some time now, when I described myself in conversation as liberal. Huh? Not that it’s an either-or proposition, but I wonder how many conservatives he knows who are bisexual atheist child-free-by-choice vegans. I’m curious to meet one now!)

Baaaaaaaaaby panda!

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

As luck would have it, I needed a feel-good moment today, and my coworker Mic just happened to send this link around. He took this video of a baby panda in the Atlanta zoo, and it is soooo cute, your eyes will sting with the unbearably fuzzy cuteness of it.

Worst lyrics?

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

Courtesy of Digg, I present to you the top 10 worst lyrics ever, as rated by BBC 6 Music.

U2, Toto, Duran Duran, and Oasis all made the list.

But are there worse examples? I can’t think of any offhand that are truly awful, but one springs to mind because of how much it missed the mark. In Dwight Yoakam’s “Ain’t That Lonely Yet” he sings:

Once there was this spider in my bed
Got caught up in her web
Of love and lies
Spun her chains around my heart and soul…

Aah! It bugs me every damn time I hear it. Spun her chains? Since when do spiders spin chains? I mean, he could have gone for the extra internal rhyme with “bed/web” and done “Spun her threads around…” or even gone suggestive and used “Wrapped her legs around…” or probably dozens of other possibilities, but “chains”? Bad. So bad.

What lyrics bug you?

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

Monday, June 4th, 2007

What an oddball bit of news this is. On one hand, what with the bizarre Foleo release last week, I was thinking Palm was basically an old dog with no new tricks and so new ownership is as good a way as any to teach it a few. On the other hand… Bono? Huh. Well, I’ll definitely reserve judgment and see what comes of it. If they can pull together a strong iPhone contender, they may just keep me around. But they better hurry, because I’m getting more and more attracted to that iPhone.

Because I’m too worn out to repeat myself

Saturday, June 2nd, 2007

I just posted on Nashville Metroblogging about our dramatic storm experience at Pride today. Check it out!