What she said
on the dreamless
forum: "Perhaps we should step back and take a look at what
is, and has always been, unique and special about this nascent medium: the ability to
freely share information and connect people at a fundamentally human level. If we want
to be the ones who shape this new medium into something meaningful, and show the
average web user its fantastic potential, we need to put their interests and needs
front and center, not ours. If we want to help shape our culture (which is the
infinitely more important issue here), then the challenge is not to get average web
users to appreciate us, but to make this new medium appreciate THEM." I have come to the conclusion people worry too
much about what others think, myself included. Nothing earth-shattering — it's
been that way since the first contact between one and another. On the Web,
people pleasing has a whole new angle. Let's face it, the ability this infant medium
presents for global expression and exposure is a totally startling concept to those
that rarely concerned themselves with more than what the neighbors thought of
their flower garden. My words should be about what I think; not about what
will make everyone content. If I get back to old habits, just slap me upside the head, and
let me know. On another track,
this took guts.
Kitty's early a.m. poop adventure reminded me of some close encounters of the
canine kind. Whenever I would hug or otherwise romp around with our Siberian Husky, I
always noticed an awful stink about her. We would bathe her, and the very next day, same
thing. One day, I happened to watch her lounging in the yard, when our male cocker
spaniel just saunters up and pees on her tail, pretty as you please. No reaction
whatsoever from her. Over time, I came to observe this to be a frequent occurance,
but only on her tail. I'm at a loss. Daisy, our female chihuahua, oft times walks right
under our poodle while he's relieving himself. Talk about your golden shower. Then she
goes off like a frog in a sock. And Nick, the 12 year old greyhound, he's
too cool for any of this nonsense. He just pees on his own leg. Someone asked me why I color my hair. Do what? I
don't color my hair! Maybelline
or Nair maybe, but Clairol? Never! Just because most men my age have gray hair, or
no hair doesn't mean I'm so vain that I would resort to chemicals. My Dad didn't have
any gray hair until he was 60. So there. When I got home from work, while changing clothes,
I lost my balance. Slammed
my shin right into the foot board of the bed. Boy did that hurt — big ol' bruise.
But it didn't end there. The body's natural reaction to excruciating pain is to
recoil in defense. On the way down I cracked my dang elbow on that same foot board.
Man o' man. I didn't know what to rub first. I may even have a few gray hairs now to
show that wise-ass at work. The Web is a funny place — literally. We learn
a lot about the voices we hear
through their humor. Having a sense of humor tells us that you have some distance from
yourself and the dreadful seriousness of your concerns. It is, in most cases, a
prerequisite for personal authenticity — if you're not laughing at yourself, are
you really being honest with yourself? After all, you are — like all of us —
a ridiculous creature. — The Cluetrain
Manifesto Happy Birthday Derek. For
Elise, since you inquired. Weblogs I frequent, and why I go back:
Yours, of course — Ever since
you invited me to zestyweasel well over a year ago, I discovered your incredible
manner of expressing shared ideals and aspirations in a fashion I was never able.
You helped enlighten me, and emboldened me.
Zeldman — scoop, baby.
Never one to jump to incorrect conclusions, Jeffrey Zeldman keeps an eye on this
industry from the inside and reports with a reasoned, thoughtful perspective.
ctrl-alt-ego — a brilliant
mind, and full of humility; Faith is better at everything she does than she ever
gives herself credit. I'm looking for an explosion of passion in the months to come.
jenett's dailywebthing —
This compilation, as well as Joe's recent personal
webstream, display the exceptional kindness of this champion of the web
little-guy. He works tirelessly on behalf of us all.
So I Say — my
day simply isn't complete without the RL adventures of the rambunctious mizKitty.
I'm in awe of her art, humbled by her compassion, and envious of her humor. The risk in making lists is that you leave people
out and maybe offend some. I visit many more weblogs than these on a regular basis.
You know who you are from your server logs, and why I'm there. Thanks to all of
you. Some observations from a day trip to the
mountains:
20th of May 2000
19th of May 2000
18th of May 2000
17th of May 2000
16th of May 2000
15th of May 2000
14th of May 2000
07may00—13may00
30apr00—06may00
01jan00—29apr00 (old format)
as featured on
On Deck Circle
Swallowing Tacks
the head lemur
ctrl-alt-ego
Harrumph!
Over 30
She Says
Random Notes
sweet aspirations
jenett's webstream
smokers anonymous
In the beginning the world was without form, and void. And God said, "Let there be light." And God separated the light from the dark, and did two loads of laundry.
Did you see those new minivan ads? All they talk about are cup holders, kiddies seats and doors. What kind of advertising is that? When you see an ad for a suit, do they say, "And look at the zipper! Carefully hidden, but easily accessible when you need it!" I think not. — Jerry Seinfeld
A psychiatrist is assessing the mental status of three patients. He asks each of
them to answer the question, "What's three times three?"
The first patient says, "158."
The second patient replies, "Tuesday."
The third patient answers, "Nine."
The shrink turns to this last patient and asks, "Good! but how
did you come up with the right answer?"
"Easy," he quipped, "Just subtract 158 from Tuesday!"