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Halloween 1998

Me as an iMac. Photos by Kristin.



Posted on October 31, 1998 at 12:00 PM in friends & family, holidays | Permalink | Comments (0)

Grad School Exhaustion 1998

Changed almost every page of the site to insure that the pages aren't overwide. Haven't messed with the Eclectic Encyclopedia or Inkspot yet.

SJSU School of Library & Info. Sci. is looking for someone with Oracle experience to teach an introductory database management class. You must have a masters degree, it matters not what in, to teach. Let me know if you're interested.

Tired. So tired.

Posted on October 27, 1998 at 11:00 PM in mundania | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Final Draft 1998

[Used to have links to my thesis final draft document in 3 formats here.]

Sent the report to my advisors. Thanks again everyone.

Good Indian food with good friends and a soak in a hot tub and fun conversation. Feeling loads better thanks to Eric, Robert & Seth.

I think Dreamweaver plays with your column widths. Grrrr. I swear all these pages were supposed to be a maximum width of 600 pixels. I just changed this one to 620. It better stick...

Posted on October 26, 1998 at 11:30 PM in school | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Kvetching & Penguins 1998

Enough already.
Censure and move on. www.moveon.org

My computer at work is still down with the blue screen of death, so I'm working from home. A hassle, but at least I got some laundry done. If I could access the server I need, this would be great, but otherwise it's extremely constraining.

Wrote a lot more on my thesis last night, but then stayed up quite late. Now I have to actually type it all in tonight. Somehow I'm writing better on paper. Maybe it's something to do with not worrying about formatting the text, maybe it's the option to pace. Whether it's pencil on paper or typing, I still have to say it aloud for it to be really good. Watching Dinah write is probably rather amusing. (amusing/"in a smug", thanks, David) [No, as of August 2003, I have no idea what the heck I was talking about in that last parenthetical comment either.]

Important maxim: begin each day with something to make you smile. If you can't get some delectable creature to bring you breakfast in bed, why not try Pokey the Penguin?!

Because I keep a jillion windows open just like my pal Justin (have fun in Sweden, Justin!), the old title of the page was pretty useless because all I could usually see was "Welcome to". So I changed it.

It's a bad week for me and computers I guess. Now Word is crashing every few minutes, so I'm typing my thesis in Wordpad. *sigh*

To hell with all this. I'm going to bed.

Posted on October 21, 1998 at 10:43 PM in linky goodness | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Old advice re: mail in Netscape Communicator 1998

If you read your mail in Netscape Communicator and you have a lot of messages, like, oh say, 6691 unread monkeyjunkies postings, and something bad happens and you can't seem to look at that folder because the browser crashes when it tries to load the summary file, go into the message center and compress the folder. It might save your little monkey butt.

Posted on October 20, 1998 at 08:20 PM in warnings & kvetches | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

This and that 1998

Phone line still dead at home. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

*whew* I'm online again. Dang, that was close. Good thing the library has access.

Had a good weekend except for the unconnected parts. Met (non-electronically) Peter Merholz and had a great conversation about the web and webfolk and all kinds of stuff.

Wrote the abstract to my thesis.

Got quoted in JOHO. Am smug.

Current resume now available as a Word document and plain ol' vanilla text. [Links to resume removed December 2003 since I'm not job hunting and there are limits to how much I want up on the site. Teen angst, sure. Everywhere I've ever worked? I don't think so, bunny.]

Posted on October 19, 1998 at 09:51 PM in mundania | Permalink | Comments (0)

No One Deserves Such A Fate 1998

Some fine words you should read about Matthew Shepard.

Chaplain's Reflection
From the Chaplain of Trinity College, Hartford, CT, 10/15/98

I saw on the news today that Matthew Shepard died. He was the 22 year old man from Wyoming who was beaten and tortured and left to die for no reason other than he was a homosexual. This tragic murder has raised a national debate again, the kind of periodic soul-searching our society goes through whenever a crime of hate startles us into awareness. The burning of Black churches, the bombing of innocent people, the death of a shy young man from Wyoming: these events suddenly shake us out of complacency and remind us that fear, prejudice and rage are always the shadows just beyond the light of our reason. And so people suddenly start to speak out. There are voices of outrage and grief. Voices of sorrow and demands to know why such a thing could happen. And predictably, there are also defensive voices: the governor of Wyoming trying to explain why his state has no laws to protect people from hate crimes and the leadership of what is called the Christian right wing? trying to explain why their national ads against homosexuality don't influence people to commit such violence against gays and lesbians.

In the days to come, these many voices will fill our media and the cultural consciousness it imprints until we are once again lulled into the more familiar patterns of our lives, dozing off as a nation until the next tragedy rings the alarm of despair.

As the chaplain for our own community, I would like to invite us all to consider Matthew's death in another way. Not through the clamor or denials, not through the shouts or cries of anger: but rather, through the silence of his death, the silence of that young man hanging on his cross of pain alone in the emptiness of a Wyoming night, the silence that ultimately killed him as surely as the beatings he endured.

Silence killed Matthew Shepard. The silence of Christians who know that our scriptures on homosexuality are few and murky in interpretation and far outweighed by the words of a savior whose only comment on human relationships was to call us to never judge but only to love. The silence of well meaning educated people who pretend to have an enlightened view of homosexuality while quietly tolerating the abuse of gays and lesbians in their own communities. The silence of our elected officials who have the authority to make changes but prefer to count votes. The silence of the majority of straight Americans who shift uncomfortably when confronted by the thought that gays and lesbians may be no different from themselves, save for the fact that they are walking targets for bigotry, disrespect, cheap humor, and apparently, of murder.

Crimes of hate may live in shouts of rage, but they are born in silence. Here at Trinity, I hope we will all listen to that silence. Before we jump to decry Matthew's senseless death or before we seek to rationalize it with loud disclaimers: I hope we will just hear the silence. A young man's heart has ceased to beat. Hear the silence of that awful truth. It is the silence of death. It is the silence that descends on us like a shroud.

At Trinity, as in Wyoming, we are men and women surrounded by the silence of our own fear. Our fear of those who are different. Our fear of being identified with the scapegoat. Our fear of taking an unpopular position for the sake of those who can not stand alone. Our fear of social and religious change. Our fear comes in many forms but it always comes silently. A whispered joke. A glance to look away from the truth. A quick shake of the head to deny any complicity in the pain of others. These silent acts of our own fear of homosexuality are acted out on this campus every day just as they are acted out every day in Wyoming. Through silence, we give ourselves permission to practice what we pretend to abhor. With silence, we condemn scores of our neighbors to live in the shadows of hate. In silence, we observe the suffering of any group of people who have been declared expendable by our society.

As a person of faith, I will listen, as we all will, to the many voices which will eulogize Matthew Shepard. I will carry that part of our national shame on my shoulders. But I will also listen to the silence which speaks much more eloquently still to the truth behind his death. I will listen and I will remember. And I will renew my resolve never to allow this silence to have the last word. Not for Matthew. Not for gay men or lesbian women. Not for any person in our society of any color or condition who has been singled out for persecution. Not in my church. Not in my nation. Not in Wyoming. And not at Trinity College...

(From http://www.stopaids.com/)

Posted on October 16, 1998 at 11:43 AM in politics & philosophy | Permalink | Comments (0)

Early days with ASP 1998

Things are really starting to click on my project at work. I kinda like Active Server Pages and today the web juice was flowing, the code was clean.

The eternal balancing act:
I like to multitask and get bored if I'm not juggling multiple projects, but it's hard when switching between them is driven by something other than the energy I have for them. It's the end of the work day (and I don't wish you to think that enjoying the problems I'm solving on my work project means I'm not happy to leave the confines of HP) and time to set down my work project and pick up my thesis, but tonight my mind just isn't ready to change gears and go into a new overdrive. *sigh* There's no time left not to do it.

Where do I find the energy? Music. Time to bring out the big guns: La Cage aux Folles. "When life is a real bitch again..."

Made a lot of progress in logging feedback and my responses on the report page.

Posted on October 15, 1998 at 11:00 PM in work | Permalink | Comments (0)

Moist, pink & scholarly 1998

Added another rsf last night: passion.

Got 3 scans of paintings by Croatian painter Vlaho Bukovac from a museum I wrote to trying to buy a catalog from a show of his work. (I'll make a page about Bukovac, but for the moment you can just think of him as the Yugoslavian John Singer Sargent).

Had such good luck reading tech manuals there that I will now attempt to write my thesis in the bathtub.

What's moist, pink and scholarly?

Just got my first issue of Stating The Obvious in my email. Mmm, biting criticism. Yum.

Posted on October 14, 1998 at 11:00 PM in am I a freak? | Permalink | Comments (0)

Passion 1998

After midnight and I'm sipping some single-malt (12-year Glenmorgangie port wood finish), listening to Thomas Dolby's "Budapest By Blimp" and reading something Peter wrote called "I want my passion back".

I've got passion and ideas and opportunities. I've got a burning desire. I'm ready to make bold leaps, try new things, create futures, but I'm chained to paying off student loans, personal loans, credit cards I ran up in the course of my business not being able to pay me, of getting out of a living situation that had become intolerable, of living higher on the hog than was prudent, and later of moving on from a relationship that no longer worked to create a space all my own for the first time.

I bought my present time with my future.

And was it worth it?


But I still want more.
So, I back up a track and find "The Ability to Swing".

Posted on October 14, 1998 at 12:54 AM in random synaptic firing | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Duty, Hoaxes & Procrastination 1998

Should have come home and worked on my project, but instead I helped Eric put together bookshelves and populate them with stuff. Yup, kind, generous and just damn good at procrastination, that's me.

Once again had to point out to someone that the "Save NEA/NPR/PBS Petition" is a well-meaning but useless item now classified under net hoaxes. David Emery's page on the subject ought to be required reading before you can get an email account.

Did my dishes! (Note to myself: must remember to buy a box of little gold stars).

Worked on thesis making notes of the things I need to remember to brag about.

Posted on October 13, 1998 at 11:00 PM in linky goodness | Permalink | Comments (1)

How to be a Real Geek Grrl 1998

Looking at interesting resources on visual ergonomics forwarded by Peter.

This is the about coolest thing I've seen in a while: It's time to rid yourself of evil [Maybe at this link as of Dec 2003]. (Thanks, bud).

Ok, so it's 7:30. I left work early, so I could read my big book of ASPs in peace. Yeah, well, I read a chapter. Of course, I also read my email, had a salad, looked at sixdegrees, looked at bud, looked at all kinds of cool stuff linked from bud, listened to some Traffic, iced my knee (yes, a bit sore from overdoing it on the weekend, but not too bad, s'ok), ate some quiche, put on Poi Dog Pondering, and updated this. Ok, chapter two. No, really.

Real geek grrlz read technical manuals in the bathtub. :)

Posted on October 12, 1998 at 07:30 PM in am I a freak? | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Second Post 1998

Created an archive for entries in this column and the spiffy icon for it which you see below:

Began adding more books, articles & URLs to bibliography.

First whales of the season spotted offshore from Edgewood, home of my parents, on the coast of California just north of Gualala.

Took a walk with Lisa.

Kept on adding to the bibliography. I think I have almost all the books I've looked at in there. Next step: URLs. Oy vey.

Brain seems to be seeping out ears. Listening to Weird Al Yankovic's cover of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Feeling fine. No, really, I'm fine. I can drive.

Posted on October 11, 1998 at 11:00 PM in Weblogs | Permalink | Comments (0)

The First MetaGrrrl Post 1998

The Latest... Spent way too much time looking at EGR and JOHO when I should have been working on the project. Damn ye! (These sites highly recommended). Changed name of project from "MetaGrrrl Web Standards Proposal on etc." to "MetaGrrrl Proposal on etc." because of possible confusion with those fine folks over at The Web Standards Project Added this "The latest" feature. Worked on the eternal chore which is maintaining and improving the bookmarks page. Began adding later design phases to design process overview. Listened to the soundtrack to Pi over and over and over...

Posted on October 10, 1998 at 11:00 PM in Weblogs | Permalink | Comments (0)

bookstore 1998

I finally got home from work after driving all over looking for a copy of Beginning Active Server Pages 2.0. <yawn>

Fourth time lucky.
Kepler's in Menlo Park had it. A lovely store, I'm always happy to give them my business and even more so this time because I ran into Laurie with whom I used to work at A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books in Cupertino. A fine human being. So it was all very pleasant for 2+ hours spent driving from store to store looking for something and I am very cheerful.

And I swear I didn't buy those cards just so I could go back and talk to that gorgeous creature behind the counter some more. I mean, I had other reasons. I even know who the cards are for. Honest.

Mmm, bookstore boys.

[This post was originally under a section called "random synaptic firings" which was linked from the page about Dinah. The rsf section held longer, more emotional writings and was the precursor to my blog].

Posted on October 6, 1998 at 08:08 PM in random synaptic firing | Permalink | Comments (0)

contact 1998

Eleanor Arroway played by Jodi Foster
Any faith that admires truth, that strives to know God, must be brave enough to accomodate the universe. I mean the real universe. All those light-years. All those worlds. I think of the scope of your universe, the opportunities it affords the Creator, and it takes my breath away. It's much better than bottling Him up in one small world. I never liked the idea of Earth as God's green footstool...like a tranquilizer. But your universe has room enough, and time enough, for the kind of God I believe in

- Carl Sagan, Contact

A faith that cannot survive collision with the truth is not worth many regrets.

-Arthur C. Clarke

[This post was originally under a section called "random synaptic firings" which was linked from the page about Dinah. The rsf section held longer, more emotional writings and was the precursor to my blog].

Posted on October 5, 1998 at 09:45 PM in random synaptic firing | Permalink | Comments (0)

connectivity 1998

God, I love the Web.

I love creating for it and I love exploring other people's creations. And that's what I feel like doing right now, but I'm supposed to be working on my project. Not that I don't love my project; the more I work on it, the more I enjoy it.

Tugging at the corners of my mind right now:
Peter Merholz's site and all his wonderful links.
Peter's latest piece on user-centered information design.
Karawynn's journal.
Exploring more of Justin's vast site.
Exploring the rest of the
art site I found
while looking for Saelon to recommend her to Peter. (And the other one I just found getting that URL again).
Checking to see if Taylor's up to anything new since signal2noise.
Exploring more of the sites belonging to people in my second degree (that's the people connected to the people I'm connected to on sixdegrees.com -- I keep finding the best sites that way!).

But I need to work on the project, so that's what I'll do.

Completion of my degree shimmers like a beautiful mirage on my horizon.
I hope.

Did you have time to give me feedback on my project yet? I'd really appreciate it...

[This post was originally under a section called "random synaptic firings" which was linked from the page about Dinah. The rsf section held longer, more emotional writings and was the precursor to my blog].

Posted on October 3, 1998 at 07:29 PM in random synaptic firing | Permalink | Comments (0)

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