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Friday, April 20, 2001

     First things first. Very happy birthday wishes to Faith. Since she is a friend, I won't reveal her age. I hear Faith's on her way to North Carolina to visit Dana. So am I, on my way to NC, that is — although my back is killing me and I have to drive six hours. Blah, blah, blah.

     Wonder if Melanie will show us the end result of her visit to Van The Man? No pressure or nothin'. Cindy Crawford, Bridget Fonda, Jodie Foster, Darryl Hannah and Mel.

     If you ever wonder what a weblog is, or is not ... if you find yourself in a quandry about why you blog ... if it isn't making sense to you or becomes more burden than joy ... take a step back, inhale deeply, exhale slowly ... then read this for reinforcement. Bookmark it too, you'll need it later.

Bluzz of the Week      Since I am off to the mountains of North Carolina for the weekend, though not with Faith and Dana, thought I'd give you a little Bluzz of the Week a couple days early. Probably no updates here until Sunday night at the earliest, so here's your chance to self-blog a bit with the add some confusion link below. Humor assumes many forms and deliveries. To me, the most appealing comes from those who have found the ability to laugh at themselves as they pleasure others. It really is relaxing.

     Rarely will you find sarcasm so crisp as from Elise Tomek of Swallowing Tacks fame. Couple that with a witty, fearless self-deprecation from a confident woman so comfortable in her own skin it flows, and you'll understand why Elise is one of the most popular bloggers out there. Hard to believe I've known Elise for more than two years now. Time flies when she keeps you in stitches. We kinda happened across each other through the launch of Mark Connell's WebbieWorld. You can always count on Elise to give greak link, but last weekend she came up with a Reader's Digest Condensed version of her week. There's more where this came from, but here's the one that made me soak my screen:

     "I bought a desk for my home office from the Printing Industy Association down the hall from work (they're moving out since we're expanding). A mere $75 for a gigantic, unbelievably-heavy, curvey-shaped Mid-Century Modern behemoth. Gorgeous. 40 years old but in excellent condition. Tons of drawer-space (which is something I'm desperately lacking here at home). Came home all excited and shared the score with my hubby, and he said "How cool, honey! Did ... errmmm ... did you measure it? Will we ... errmm ... be able to get it into the house? Will it fit in the bed of the truck?" This will achieve — and surpass — fiasco status before it's finished. Guaranteed." — Elise Tomek

     Add some confusion.  Someone has to, nobody else here.

Thursday, April 19, 2001

     Go read this. Don't ask why, just do it.


     Old media is comparing the blogging revolution to reality based television. As pointed out by Ann-S-Thesia, weblogs have been around far longer than reality TV shows, just called something else. Said Ann, "Blogs are the theses nailed to the church door at Wittenburg. We are the outcome of a communication revolution. We are the new heretics. Words no longer belong to the elite editorial clergy and venerable profitable published pundits." Call them blogs, journals, diaries, whatever; personal publishing has been around as long as the web.

     I've been keeping a weblog, in one form or another, for more than three years now. The genres were similar in nature to different formats of blog at different times. First, I kept a daily technology news diary through calendar year 1998 (similar to: Camworld). When Helpware for the Cybercommunity was introduced in 1999, I switched to one of those What's New formats, announcing changes and updates to the Internet Brothers site (similar to: Zeldman Daily Report). Thanks to a nudge from Heather Champ, I joined the weblog community with Lucid Confusion on Y2K day and haven't looked back since (similar to: absolutely nothing. LC is a pioneering, leading edge, gregarious anomaly that deserves its own wing in the annals of personal publishing).

     The fame and notoriety has been underwhelming, as evidenced by the number of entries by you since I introduced Dotcomments earlier this week, absolute zero. I thought to myself, self, people will just notice that Add your confusion link at the end of each entry. So I didn't make any kind of announcement or tell you what to do. I trusted you. Now I know the only people reading LC are Mom, Dad, and my brother, plus the occasional freak who wanders in here by mistake looking for penis enlargemet tips, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Well folks, there it is, right down there, for you to tell me off or send along the accolades so richly deserved. Morons, have to tell you everything. Yeah yeah, I know. First I have to write something worth commenting on. :b

     Add some confusion.  Your comments appreciated.

Wednesday, April 18, 2001

     Gothy Anime Girl is the web home of Josie Nutter. A self-described computer geek goddess from Seattle, she offers art, gothic fashion, photography and video games in a design and layout I found to be refreshingly different. It is simple and effective, and charming in its odd, yet appropriate coloring. Josie is a self-made woman who has lived all over the United States but eventually settled in the Pacific Northwest. There's plenty to see and do at JosieNutter.com. Enjoy.

     The Interactive Star Chart at MyStarsLive.com is a nice Java resource for amateur astronomers and just plain ol' stargazers. When you visit the site, choose your location, time and view, and MyStarsLive will generate a star map of the skies above your home. The chart identifies stars, planets, constellations, and galaxies and even warns you about upcoming events like eclipses, asteroids, and meteor showers. Finally, a practical Java web app.

     This is the attitude I want to have when I grow up. As Patti watched the ten ton Easter Bunny rumble away for the final time, "I smiled at him. 'It's ok.' I meant that when I said it. It was ok. I knew he'd make it right. I couldn't get mad at him, because I'd been there myself once or twice. Small business owner, trying to get ahead and everything goes wrong, goes spinning down the toilet and the more you try to fix it the worse it gets. Yeah, been there, done that. It was ok. It's just flowers, and mud, and learnin'. Nothing a shovel and a little fertilizer can't fix." Bless you Patti. This Earth doesn't need any more "victims" — instead we need more compassion.

     I am angry, very angry. My new psychoanalyst says that's a good thing. On the surface, most people around my home town and community think this is very good economic news for a region and state that has been struggling even through the boom of the past decade. Frankly, it depends on who you are and where you sit. When I'm a bit less fired-up, perhaps I'll tell more.

     Add some confusion.  Your comments appreciated.

Tuesday, April 17, 2001

     With the ambitious catchphrase, "The place to go BEFORE you have to," Best Toilets' commodious goal is to provide the discerning ...um... patron with a database of the best public restroom facilities in major North American cities. Next time you need to "go", refer to the reader reviews Best Toilets offers. Better yet, submit your own review of a public toilet near and dear to your colon. On the go when you have to go? No problem. The site even offers a downloadable version for your Palm or other wireless device. Don't get stuck on a crappy crapper. Ewww.

     Your wife or girlfriend is going to have a baby. You felt a little trepidation at first, but now you're good with all that. But with the extra responsibility cluttering your mind, have you thought about what's happening on the due date? No, not in the hospital silly, in the world of spectator sports! Well Budweiser breath, worry no longer. The BabyCenter Conflict Catcher offers a handy tool to find potential conflicts on or around the blessed event. If you're a total slave to sports (and a bit of a jerk), you can even plan the conception date so the birth doesn't interfere with the games.

     Dana is back with rage disposal. It's all in the way you manage the anger. Also props to Timmi who has seemingly withstood menopause for half a decade despite Anonymomma's Hot Flashes. These gals make the web more fun. Can't get enough of those Digital Divas.

     Add some confusion.  Your comments appreciated.

Dave Clark - Colorado Half of the Internet Brothers

Monday, April 16, 2001

   Colorado Bro makes a guest appearance:

     Ever since I started making QTVR panoramas I've had my sights set on going back to that spot in Utah's Canyonlands National Park, Grand View Point, where you and I hiked, climbed up on the rocks and got that fantastic 360 view of the canyonlands in 1998. It has to be one of the best scenes anywhere! You may remember I shot video of the vistas back then and briefly had it on my website, but it was like four megabytes or something, and I took it off pretty quick. Anyway, although I could probably pick someplace new to go, I've been wanting to get back there just to shoot that panorama. Well, that's what I did Friday.

     I left the house promptly at 4:30 a.m. and arrived at the park by 9:00. I was on the first trail to Murphy Point by 9:30. It's about four miles round trip and heads west toward a nice overlook of the Green River. I had it all to myself and was amazed there was nobody around.

     By 11:30 I was on the trail to Grand View Point. They've changed things since you and I were there. You now start immediately downhill, down some stone stairs they've built to take you right to the edge of the cliff. The trail follows the edge for a few hundred yards, which is nice, but they had to put in stairs everywhere there's the slightest incline or descent. Very "national parkish," but I liked the walk along the edge. I'm surprised they don't put up fences for safety. Thank goodness they haven't because that would ruin everything.

     Since it's so much easier now and the path is clearly marked, there were quite a few people hiking out there. I climbed up on the rock at the very end and set up my tripod right as about 25 or more other folks showed up. They lingered and had lunch and generally tried to spoil the picture for quite some time, so I just sat there for nearly an hour and really enjoyed the view. Wish I brought the binoculars. Finally, after waiting patiently, I was able to snap all the shots I needed without any people milling about.

     I was done with that hike by about 2:00 and drove back to the trailhead to Mesa Arch. You probably remember that short half-hour round trip too. Well, the same people (literally) that were at Grand View were at Mesa Arch. I walked around to the right of the arch and set up for a panorama of Buck Canyon, this time not shooting a full 360 since there was a big hillside behind me. Didn't get the arch in the picture, it's on the left end but not obvious. I had to wait several minutes again for all the people to quit walking. Oh well, it is a national park after all.

     While poised there on Grand View Point, looking down on the White Rim, I was just thinking about how long it might be until you and I take a tour of White Rim Road for three or four days. I know neither one of us are into camping as much as before, but I think it would be worth it, probably the experience of a lifetime. Let's plan on it sometime in the next five years or so, OK? I'll bring washcloths. You got it Boogie. I'll bring women.


     Trellix Acquires License to Pyra Labs' Blogger Technology

     Web community in its purest sense. The MetaFilter college scholarship.

     Add some confusion.  Your comments appreciated.

Sunday, April 15, 2001

     Are you one of the non-technically inclined who always wondered just a little bit how computers really work? Mass media always seemed fascinated by the blinking lights and spinning reels of tape. To those of us who have lived in it almost since inception, the computer industry is never fully understood by the layman's world. I suppose that's OK, it makes us more secure. Shoot, I never had any interest in how the combustion engine works, just want it to work reliably. Well now the secret of computing is out. In a brilliant abstract telling of the concrete simplicity, you will learn it all as you say Happy Birthday Loony.org.

     I love the spring, suppose most people do. It's a rebirth after the long, dark winter. Rebirth of the chainsaws and lawnmowers that is. Criminy it's loud around here! How is someone with SAD supposed to get any sleep? So much for "grow light" karma. Fortunately I received nice notes from a couple of old friends and from a new one to temper my irritability.

Bluzz of the Week      Sunday means Bluzz of the Week. Through this feature, I'm searching for the brightest, funniest, most controversial or otherwise intriguing comments from the previous week's forums, journals and blogs. Having an addiction to alcohol myself, I know full well the helplessness and desperation. I'm also completely aware of the importance of friends and family when combatting the addiction. If you find a true treasure you'd like to nominate for future Bluzz of the Week, even if you wrote it yourself, please let me know.

     Elizabeth Stark goes by the nom de blog Jettgrrrl. Usually, she's All Blogged Up with Nowhere to Go. She thinks her web filigree isn't too fancy, but also that sometimes her words hold their own. I tend to agree, with the words part that is. For example, earlier this week (the 4.8.2001 entry) Jettgrrrl talked about beautiful boys growing to be beautiful men, but in entirely different ways. Here are a few excerpts for your perusal:

     "It's a terrible and beautiful thing to see a man cry. Most often it's done soundlessly, so [it] has an added element of fear for those beholden to observe. We forget that a man can cry. We forget that a man should release the burden sometimes in other ways than smashing a fist into a wall or swearing in frustration or driving too fast or flinging a baseball or drinking a beer..."

     "I have never kept anything from my husband, because we have the purest of friendships, and I couldn't lie to him now: 'A junkie knows when he is going to die, baby. He WILL die if he doesn't lay it down and if he does, he will die if he ever picks it back up.' The thing here is, the thing here is, the thing here is..."

     "Maxim is like me; he is selective with the people that he allows completely in. When they are in fact in he loves them with a fierceness. I love Heath because he is special enough for Maxim to deign to love. If we didn't have the kids, I would bring him into these four walls. I would take some time off of work and sit on him until his physical system was purged. Maxim, not having been there, would not have the mettle to do so. And he is a man, so while he may have the physical resolve, the complete emotional strength would not be there. And let us not forget that I don't have the years and experiences vested in this person that my husband does. That makes a large difference."

     "After we tackled the physical aspect of his addiction, we would work on the mental pipes and I would send him out to start his sober adventure after a time. He is a beautiful spirit who the world is not quite worthy of and lucky to have, save for his enslavement to his addictions. When I was stressing over something one time, he grinned his pretty lopsided grin at me, pushed the hair out of my eyes and said, 'Don't worry about it, girl, we're rollin' on God's time...' " — Elizabeth Stark

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