It’s 8 p.m., and I have no idea where my husband is. He can’t have gone far. I came home to find him and his bike missing. This isn’t unusual… they both disappear quite often to go flying. (Well, Berck goes flying. The bike stays on the ground.) But it’s raining today. Berck can’t fly in the rain yet. We only have one phone between us, and Berck supposedly has it. I got online and asked Nathan to call Berck’s phone. Berck didn’t answer, so Nathan left a voice mail. I’m guessing Berck and his instructor are doing things that…
I have an unfortunate tendency to stay up quite late. “Around here.. we stay up very, very late…” (Counting Crows) I get involved with something, don’t notice that I’m getting tired, and soon it’s 4am. And then I sleep until it’s afternoon. And then I stay up even later, and so on. Left to my own devices, I tend to go to bed when the sun comes up and get up late afternoon. Unfortunately, the rest of the world seems to be very morning-centric. Lately I’ve been flying in the afternoon. But Jonah works. And I when I can’t sleep,…
In the midst of my recent poo-pooing of blogs in general, I’ve stumbled across what might be one of the best of the worst kind. It’s not what I consider a “real blog”, something that exists to link to other interesting things on the web, (A good example might be Slashdot.) but rather more of what “blog” has come to mean now– A journal on the web. And now, even though this isn’t a blog and I’m not a blogger, I’ll do what bloggers do: link to other bloggers. But first, a word of warning. If you happen to either…
Finally, after much consternation and many hours of futzing, I present: The New Blog-Thing. Why? There’s several reasons… First, I was unsatisfied with LiveJournal. It’s a great little place to store your journal for free with no ads. It, as is so typical of things open-source, is rather functional but pathetically inept in the user-interface and pretty-looking departments. As you can see, even this default layout is much, much prettier than LiveJournal. It doesn’t look like I want it to yet– after all I must make it all very, very black so that various readers can be frustrated in their…