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The Who were fantastic. So much passion. It's been awhile since I've been to a concert where the majority of the attendees were my age. All been there, done that, lived to tell about it. Never seen so many lawn chairs. Honey and I rented a pair and I have to say it's the way to go for an outdoor venue on an incline.
When the Who sang 'Teenage Wasteland', you could just feel that we were all on the same generational wavelength. 'My Generation's' phrase “I hope I die before I get old” was so poignant. The concert turned out to be a celebration of life and surviving. Very inspiring.
Still up to my eyes in dildos, but did stop long enough on this long weekend to buy an iPod and a Palm 515 to replace my ever-faithful Palm IIIxe. Too tired to really investigate the wonders of both.
Links later. 12 days until Seattle. Under the layer of tiredness lies my little Seattle bubble. Can't wait to set it free.
Who am I? I'm the one going to the Who concert tonight. Here's a review of their concert at the Hollywood Bowl. And, here's Pete's diary entry from June 29th where he talks about Pino Palladino playing for John Entwhistle.
Good news—my great nephew went home from the hospital yesterday. Mom and Dad are exhausted, but glad to be home holding their baby boy. Mama says that Aidan smiled for the first time yesterday. Thanks for your support.
SUBMERGED
Here I sit listening to Vivaldi as the sun rises doing meta tag research on the phrase “silicone dildos”. There are worse ways to start your Sunday. Thought I'd take a minute to raise my head up and post an entry. My current project will keep me very occupied for the next two weeks. Many hours, but in Web Hog Heaven. Hey, that sounds like a webpage to me.
As you can tell, only 20 more days until Seattle. So excited. Gotta make my reservation for dinner at the Space Needle soon.
Lots of wonderful stuff happening over the next few months: Seattle, finishing this project, my business turns five, I turn 50, a new section of my website going up. I've already locked down my wig and let the air out of my shoes. I'm ready for some simulated exhileration.
A SAD NOTE
John Enwhistle died. I've had tickets for the Who for awhile now. Thought that they might cancel, but apparently they're going on with the show, playing in Hollywood on July 2 and here, in Mountain View, on July 3. I don't know what to expect as I've never seen them before, and don't know how John's death will effect the concert.
A PRAYER
A prayer for my great newphew, Aidan, and his parents, Tonya and David. So hard for young parents to have to watch their baby go through major surgery. As Anti M, I feel helpless except to say a prayer and send good vibes their way.
A few good links found while ‘researching’:
P.S.
In case you've been trying to reach me, my email's down for some odd reason.
Not feeling well today, and so took off from work. I'm gonna feel bad if I lay down or sit up and so I drag my butt up to the computer, and with All My Children running in the background, I post this entry.
*Thanks, web-graphics
I like Jessamyn's show answers script.
Inside the Apple iPod Design Triumph. [Thanks, Mark]
Time to get a new scanner, Umax will be charging for drivers???
Joint Venture. Jeffrey Veen discusses cobranding. I like his example of Amazon/Target.
Okay, too much fun. Back to the couch. Ooops, if you're from Arkansas or know someone who is, view this source code. This one smacks of authenticity. What, you don't measure distance in minutes?
BOOKS
My favorite break is at lunch when I get to eat my frozen leaness while reading my
Norton Anthology of Literature by Women. This tome of 2457 pages has kept me occupied off an on for over a decade (I have a laminated bus pass dated September 15, 1993 as a bookmark). One of my oddities is that I tend to only read women's fiction. I'm not biased, I just identify more with the subject matter and the way they say it than I do with male authors. My line is that once I've read all the women authors, then I'll start on the men.
But through this excellent anthology (love the bios), I've been introduced to some great fiction. The most recent is Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. Written in 1937, the words still resonate. I particularly like how Janie refuses to play the victim regarding her race or gender.
Other discoveries that have broken my horizons: Charlotte Perkins Gilman (The Yellow Wallpaper), Edith Wharton, Willa Cather (My Antonia), Radclyffe Hall (The Well of Loneliness), Kate Chopin (The Awakening), May Sinclair, Charlotte Mew, Jean Rhys, Meridel Le Sueur.
Now on to Elizabeth Bowen's The House in Paris.
MISC
Dee Dee Ramone is dead. Just heard the Ramones version of What A Wonderful World. Awww Those guys knew how to wear a pair of Converses.
“Now we're at a time when the public good created by these people over the past 20 years are being turned into private property. Hollywood, the recording industry, the electronics manufacturers, the cable companies—they want us to become consumers again.”
I find myself waffling on creating tableless CSS pages. I misktakenly thought about a year ago that by using tabless CSS pages, I would have no more workarounds to learn. Wrong. Here's Mr. I-put-the-blah-in-blog Newhouse's article for Digital Web, CSS, Promise vs. Reality.
The power of A-Z indexes. [Thanks, xBlog]
Dan Bricklin: Small players matter. I like his analogy:
“Treating big players like they matter so much more than the mass of smaller players is like looking at traffic on various roadways and deciding that only Interstate highways matter because there are few local roads that get anywhere near that amount of traffic. How can Main Street compete with the mighty I-95? Well, there are lots of Main Streets and that's where I get my clothes cleaned, buy my groceries, visit my nearby relatives, and use to get to the local ballpark…”
Tired of lugging my cd's around. A little pricey right now, but Pixelsurgeon's review of iPod.
Volleyballing with an inflatable sheep; there ought to be a law against stuff like this.
After pulling an 80-hour week, I decided to relax by getting rid of the dust bunnines inside the computer, burning back-up copies of files on archival cds, and washing and drying all of my clothes from 70's through the 90's. The clean very well-worn tube tops, disco t-shirts (“Yes I do but not with you” and “Mounds Bite Size”), platform shoes and one red anklet (before ZZ Top came up with it), wedding reception jammies with koala houseshoes, nightgowns worn to shreds, short-shorts, and lingerie my butt will never fit in again are all swathed in tissue paper and packed away in boxes under my bed.
I even packed Sherah a box of her childhood clothes I made her and included pictures I had of her wearing them. I've also done a Sherman's march through my closet. And now the end of the weekend approaches and I'm still wrapping up loose ends (downloading iPhoto 1.1.1, finishing drying the size 24 through 14 jeans—the embroidered big bells will have to go to the cleaners, watching Friday's All My Children, organizing my sheep notes from the past few days).
DILDOS REDUX
I forgot to include these in my last post:
ACCESSIBILITY
Weird transition I know…
I've been revisiting accessibility and exactly what the requirements and priorities are.
Pictorial Potpourri
June 2002 (L to R)
June 9: My fascination with flowers continues on, but after seeing Public Lettering: A Walk in Central London I've had the urge to something similar but locally. Back burner.
June 16: I got Honey a light mirror for Father's Day. Too much fun taking my self portrait.