Brazen Birds
Have you noticed this going on?
You’re driving down the road, doing your own thing, and you see a bird. It’s just a little generic bird, sitting in the road. Maybe he’s with a friend or two.
Have you noticed this going on?
You’re driving down the road, doing your own thing, and you see a bird. It’s just a little generic bird, sitting in the road. Maybe he’s with a friend or two.
This is my first post
I am working on finishing up Habari’s WordPress importing facilities. This is the middle step in a long chain of personal development that is probably being done somewhat out of order, just because some things need to be complete sooner than the things they depend on.
For example, I need to have a working body of sample posts to test any work I do on a database independent library for Habari. Habari is database independent now, but we’re intent on building an abstraction class so that you can plug in new databases as needed instead of having to code any database-specific stuff directly into the core. In all, it’s a good idea. So I need test data.
Over this past weekend, Berta and I trekked through the snow to the March WordPress Meetup at the Ten Stone Bar and Restaurant on South Street in Philly. We entered into an interesting conversation with Johnathan, who works on the blog section of philly.com.
Johnathan was concerned with getting readership to the blogs. He asked many questions about what it would take to get any of us as a reader. The general answer among the group in the conversation was “a minor miracle”. Our conversation has me questioning why news media is failing to do its job, on both the front of reporting actual news and evolving with the advent of blogs and user-generated content.
In my teens, I was plagued by nightmares of nuclear annihilation. I’m not sure what brought it on, but I would frequently have nightmares usually ending in seeing missiles flying through the air, the sounds of them falling from the sky, and then wake up just at the point of impact. And the worst part of this is I would usually end up laying in bed awake, eyes wide staring at the window, through which he morning sun was doing a great impression of a nuclear explosion. There’s nothing like waking up from a dream about atomic destruction to a pretty realistic visual approximation of atomic destruction.
The nightmares have subsided. Maybe with the end of the cold war? But I haven’t had any nightmares like that in a while. So, last night…