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Fixing stuff, myself included…
Bumpy Start
Things not running smoothly; only managing to publish through blogger by ftp using my program, deleting existing blogger.html and archive.html and then publishing all again. Can’t figure any other way yet to get around permission to overwrite denied, but what a pain in the wazoola that is!
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Arrrrrrrka
Can’t seem to get things right. Settings = blogger (no .html) and archive.html now, at one time it worked when I had setting on blogger without the html added. I look at my directory on barrysworld.net with my FTP program and things are there. but keep getting no permission to overwrite when I look at the blogger FTP log? If I ever do get it “write” will have to change all my target links, but I would love it if that were my problem instead of what I’m dealing with now!
Have posted a “redalert” to discussion forum so will just concentrate on what I want to say this morning and hope for help from someone. Like Blanch in “A Streetcar Named Desire”, “I’ve always relied on the kindness of strangers.” FYI: she said that as she was being taken off to the “loony bin”.
“What’s going on your ‘real life’?”
I woke up at 4 o’clock am and had a good cry. One of those choked up feelings kind that finally break through, and it wasn’t about my blog problems/headaches. The crying was about being out of touch, out of touch with myself, out of touch with my lover. “Out of touch” is really an odd metaphor, but so apt in my situation.
Deleted ?
Yes, Jan. 27, 2002 I discover that when you type jf cates into google, there’s my blog big as life. Well, this particular post was just too over the top for all to see, thus it’s been deleted by the internal affairs blog police. I will say this, when you’re feeling like things aren’t on track, or aren’t what you want them to be act on that instinct, and don’t look back.
“Feeling a bit cynical are we?”
Actually I’m feeling rather like one of those stereograms that’s quite hidden and unreadable, but only if you are incapable of letting your eyes change focus.
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Moving Again?
I know, I know, I just moved from Angelfire to Geocities! However, I didn’t know about Barry’s World (PHP, SSI, 20MB for free and NO popup) when I made the move; soooooo… I will at least move my blog there if not my entire site.
But, why move now after everything working?
Actually everything NOT working (ie comments removed because of problems for Netscape 4.7 users), and with PHP and SSI which are not available on Geocities I can try other comment codes. Also will be rid of annoying popups.
Probably won’t make the switch until later today or tomorrow as I have pressing real world concerns today, like making faux marble columns look like real marble, and wouldn’t you know the columns are fluted! aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…
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Love Affair != Over
If the title is puzzling, see prior post. I’m content to wait and see what developes next, or perhaps I should say, “how the loop executes” in programing “jargonese”. My lover arrived at my door last night in a flurry of looking good, and while no explanation of time elasped since our last encounter was forthcoming, I nevertheless was delighted. Prior to the exquisitly pleasurable arrival, I was casually licking my wounds and readying my soul for outward bound, or some other such, “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps” technique. Today I’m ready for a new beginning, or the beginning of the end whichever the case may be; I am not inclined to tamper with the Fates.
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Handstand
When I was an adolescent, I dreamt that I was doing a handstand on 2 napkins just at the edge of a cliff. Two small children were there threatening to pull the napkins out from under me (like tiny magicians whisking the table cloth from the table and leaving the dishes intact). At the time I thought the children were more interested in seeing me topple over the edge than in performing magic. The drama took place behind Zep’s Gas Station; a one pump gas station that faded from existence years ago. Zep’s was on Rt. 2 when Rt. 2 was a 2 lane country road winding through Anne Arundel County, across South River and into Annapolis. In reality (waking life) there was no cliff behind the station, only gentle fields rolling up to forests.
So, what does it mean?
Living on the edge is not an easy feat (feet). It’s easier to stand on one’s feet than on one’s hands, as in “stand on your own 2 feet”.
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Crack of Dawn
She ain’t no plumber either! My usual time to leap out of bed is 5:00 am. This morning the 5 o’clock transition between sleeping and waking required a vigorous shake to realign brain cells. Even a wee dip in the pool leaves a dog wet. It’s raining here, and thank god it’s not pouring, because, when it pours it rains in the kitchen. I simply must go up on the roof and cut the vines out of the gutter; sometimes one pays heavily for procrastination.
Speaking of procrastination, I do not procrastinate on things I like to do. Just finished new interface design and uploaded it to site this morning. Saw “Return of the Mummy” with my friend Su over the weekend. Influence is obvious.
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