To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Please adjust your links to reflect my new home.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
O Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
"My friends all have Porsches I must make amends"
What is a budding blogger to do? Many of my blog addicted friends are making the jump to TypePad, or started there in the first place. Mike, my big brother has known nothing else, and now Alison has moved over there.
I have become comfortable with Blogger, for the most part. My major quibble with it is the handling of images and the need to host them elsewhere. The lack of Trackbacks is another thing I don't like. But it is, after all, free.
TypePad, on the other hand, is the Mercedes-Benz of blogging tools. I have used it quite a bit while guest blogging at my brother's place. And it isn't all that expensive, considering what you get.
Decisions, decisions.
Stay tuned my faithful readers (there are more than one of you out there, aren't there?).
EDIT: Well, it appears I have at least 2 faithful readers. I'm so relieved.
What is a budding blogger to do? Many of my blog addicted friends are making the jump to TypePad, or started there in the first place. Mike, my big brother has known nothing else, and now Alison has moved over there.
I have become comfortable with Blogger, for the most part. My major quibble with it is the handling of images and the need to host them elsewhere. The lack of Trackbacks is another thing I don't like. But it is, after all, free.
TypePad, on the other hand, is the Mercedes-Benz of blogging tools. I have used it quite a bit while guest blogging at my brother's place. And it isn't all that expensive, considering what you get.
Decisions, decisions.
Stay tuned my faithful readers (there are more than one of you out there, aren't there?).
EDIT: Well, it appears I have at least 2 faithful readers. I'm so relieved.
When is this going to stop?
I found out today that a good friend is planning his funeral, and wants me to be one of his casket bearers. And it appears his death is imminent. Jack has been living with Multiple Myeloma for at least three years now and his most recent skirmish with the disease, about a month ago, resulted in a ten day stay at the University of Kentucky Markey Cancer Center.
I exchanged emails with him right after he came home, and we had made tentative plans to get together for lunch. Another friend called him this past weekend with the intent of paying him a visit, but Jack asked him not to come, and then proceded to ask him to organize a group of friends to bear his casket at his funeral. He told him that his wife would call when the time came.
It sounds like Jack has given up the fight. I am so sad to hear this. I am so sad that we will not eat lunch together. I am so sad that we will never again talk about our shared hobby of amateur radio.
I am sad.
I exchanged emails with him right after he came home, and we had made tentative plans to get together for lunch. Another friend called him this past weekend with the intent of paying him a visit, but Jack asked him not to come, and then proceded to ask him to organize a group of friends to bear his casket at his funeral. He told him that his wife would call when the time came.
It sounds like Jack has given up the fight. I am so sad to hear this. I am so sad that we will not eat lunch together. I am so sad that we will never again talk about our shared hobby of amateur radio.
I am sad.
This is only a test
I'm just playing with Blogger, to see what it takes to insert images into posts.
Please don't mind me. I really am just playing around. Nothing personal.
Okay. That looked pretty good. One more image to insert.
I stole the cute kitty picture from Alison. I hope she doesn't mind.
Well. It looks like image insertion works. It's just not as transparent and seamless a process as with TypePad.
Thanks for allowing me to interrupt your morning. You can return to what you were doing now.
Please don't mind me. I really am just playing around. Nothing personal.
Okay. That looked pretty good. One more image to insert.
I stole the cute kitty picture from Alison. I hope she doesn't mind.
Well. It looks like image insertion works. It's just not as transparent and seamless a process as with TypePad.
Thanks for allowing me to interrupt your morning. You can return to what you were doing now.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Attachment, loss, and childhood memories
Last night I was IMing with a friend who was talking about their remaining three kittens from an unexpected litter, and the plan to take them to the local animal shelter since they had not been able to find homes for them. I asked when they would be going and was told the end of the week. They were waiting a bit so as to mentally prepare their kids for the departure.
I know how that is. I understand the attachment that can form between a child and a pet animal and the sense of loss when they are gone.
When I was born, my family had a dog named Sandy. He was a part Cocker Spaniel, part whatever that had been adopted from the pound. From day one, Sandy was my dog. He was my friend, companion, and loyal protector. I loved him so much.
One afternoon when I was in the second grade, I brought a friend home from school. My mother supplied us with milk and Oreos. As we sat at the kitchen table eating our snack and talking, I noticed that Sandy wasn't anywhere to be seen. I asked my mother where he was, and she came clean. He had apparently been showing signs of being in pain. She had taken him to the vet who had diagnosed testicular cancer. She had him put down that afternoon.
Needless to say I was devastated. My friend offered his condolences, the best he knew how, and had my mother call his mom to come get him. I was stoic for the next couple of hours, but by the time my father got home from work, I was ready for a good cry. And cry I did.
That was one of the few times (I can count them on the fingers of one hand) that my dad was a real dad to me. He held me, comforted me, and let me cry all over his white dress shirt until it was my bedtime.
I can still feel his facial stubble on my cheek.
I know how that is. I understand the attachment that can form between a child and a pet animal and the sense of loss when they are gone.
When I was born, my family had a dog named Sandy. He was a part Cocker Spaniel, part whatever that had been adopted from the pound. From day one, Sandy was my dog. He was my friend, companion, and loyal protector. I loved him so much.
One afternoon when I was in the second grade, I brought a friend home from school. My mother supplied us with milk and Oreos. As we sat at the kitchen table eating our snack and talking, I noticed that Sandy wasn't anywhere to be seen. I asked my mother where he was, and she came clean. He had apparently been showing signs of being in pain. She had taken him to the vet who had diagnosed testicular cancer. She had him put down that afternoon.
Needless to say I was devastated. My friend offered his condolences, the best he knew how, and had my mother call his mom to come get him. I was stoic for the next couple of hours, but by the time my father got home from work, I was ready for a good cry. And cry I did.
That was one of the few times (I can count them on the fingers of one hand) that my dad was a real dad to me. He held me, comforted me, and let me cry all over his white dress shirt until it was my bedtime.
I can still feel his facial stubble on my cheek.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Time waits for no one
The older I get, the more precious each day, each hour, each minute becomes. I guess it is the same for everyone. Some people figure this out sooner than others.
Paul B. Hollar, my sister's partner for the past 24 years, knew this from early on. No one in his family lived much beyond the age of 60. So Paul lived every day like it was his last day on earth. He embraced life. He worked hard and he played hard. He indulged his every whim. He cherished his family and friends.
Saturday, July 3, 2004 was Paul's last day on earth. He died doing something he loved.
Farewell my friend. Here's to a life well lived.
Paul B. Hollar, my sister's partner for the past 24 years, knew this from early on. No one in his family lived much beyond the age of 60. So Paul lived every day like it was his last day on earth. He embraced life. He worked hard and he played hard. He indulged his every whim. He cherished his family and friends.
Saturday, July 3, 2004 was Paul's last day on earth. He died doing something he loved.
Farewell my friend. Here's to a life well lived.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
26 Things
26 Things, The Photographic Scavenger Hunt, is a really fun activity presented by the folks at SH1FT.ORG.
During the month of July, participants set out to photograph 26 items that are posted on the web site. Film or digital images are cool, new or old images are cool. Once you "collect" the items in image form, you present them in any manner you wish online (webspace to host the images is the responsibility of the participants), then post a link to those images on the 26 Things website.
Last year over 400 people took part in the hunt, including my brother Mike. His images can be viewed here.
He managed to collect all of his images in the last few days of the month. I never quite got in gear to do it then, but already have my camera batteries charged, and plan to participate in this years hunt.
I hope you do, too. Happy hunting.
During the month of July, participants set out to photograph 26 items that are posted on the web site. Film or digital images are cool, new or old images are cool. Once you "collect" the items in image form, you present them in any manner you wish online (webspace to host the images is the responsibility of the participants), then post a link to those images on the 26 Things website.
Last year over 400 people took part in the hunt, including my brother Mike. His images can be viewed here.
He managed to collect all of his images in the last few days of the month. I never quite got in gear to do it then, but already have my camera batteries charged, and plan to participate in this years hunt.
I hope you do, too. Happy hunting.
Rainbows
I just looked outside, and it is raining. A light but steady rain. The sun is also shining brightly. I looked toward the east to see if there was a rainbow, but I didn't see one.
But I will never stop searching for rainbows. Every once in a while I find one.
But I will never stop searching for rainbows. Every once in a while I find one.
First Post
I guess every weblog has to start somewhere. This is where mine begins.
Welcome to my humble internet abode.
I know the place needs work. I look forward to sprucing it up.
Welcome to my humble internet abode.
I know the place needs work. I look forward to sprucing it up.
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