Category: Our Web, Ourselves.

We interupt a hearty session of watching movie trailers and downloading songs to say…I’m now DSL’d! After dealing with the yaboos at Earthlink, switching to Windows XP and moving, I was on phone lines for many moons. Thanks to the good people at Sonic.net, I’ve joined the broadband age.

Now we roar.

I couldn’t agree more. The web is one shiny dangling thing that we bat incessantly like hyperactive kittens. I can’t get within six feet of the thing, without sending emails, IMing, playing bouncy ball games like an imbecile, usually all at once. I have a feeling that if I could type with my toes, I would.

I have a problem. I’d like to not go through life contantly distracted by this thing. I’d like to a present participant in my own life. So I’m trying, a little at a time, not to do eight things at once. First step: When I’m on the phone, I do nothing but talk on the phone.

Okay, who is collecting all of these stories that have been written about blogging lately? Are we not at a crucial time in the history of the medium friends? Should we not be preserving this attention, these documents, for future generations?

I say YES! So I’m keeping a bookmark list of every story I see about the weblogging phenom. If you spot any, please leave them in the comments section of this post. I’m sure one day someone will have a more sophisticated method of cataloging, someone more tech savvy than I. Until then, I’m going to do my little part.

Hope you’ll help out.

So I moved everything over here, to this shiny new blog lovingly designed by Ms. Mena Trott. It’s going to take me a while to get everything up and running but moving and displacement seems to be the way of things for me this spring. For now, I got comments and everything. Why not leave one and tell me what ya think?

Apparently, Dreamhost has shut down all of the web properites of Mr. John Halcyon Styn, a fine chap and a friend. Mr. Styn, the Webby Award-winning creator of Cockybastard.com, Prehensile.com and several others (none of which I can link to of course because they’ve been shut down) has had his service yanked because someone reported him to SpamCop, a service fine in theory but, as this case amply demonstrates, lousy in execution. It’s now easier than ever to accuse someone of spamming and have their kill-a-mosquito-with-a-bazooka hosting service turn them off.

Since most of us can’t afford to or don’t know how to run servers on our own, we are utterly dependent on these folk to keep our projects in public view. If this is the knee-jerk way they dishonor that contract, then I propose we take our business elsewhere.

And in the meantime, I suggest we email Dreamhost and vouch for Mr. Styn’s character. I have been on his mailing list for over a year now and have never once received anything I didn’t ask for.

Update: All things Styn are back up online. Glad we didn’t have to start throwing eggs.

As if we need any more indications that the “New Economy” is dead, it seems that sales of business books are way down and that anything having to do with dot com failure is “essentially unsellable.”

Jeez, if only I had handled unemployment this way, I would have saved myself 6 months of temp agencies and working at the neighborhood video store!

Central Booking’s server was down today. Now it’s back up. Sorry everybody.

Oh so that’s who this is (thanks Justin).

I woke early today and spent the last two hours participating in Dollarshort.org’s Coloring Contest. I’ll never in my wildest fantasies have my picture submitted by the November 1 deadline but I don’t care. I’m using this as an opportunity to learn Photoshop, a skill I should probably have in my quiver by now.

So I getting smarter, one pixel at a time.