18 June 2007

Half-assed Blogging

So I learned something today: How to put random pictures in your posts. This is important. I can do stuff like that this right here -->

So lookout! I'm dangerous, now.

If I feel like it, I'll recount my last two weekends in a post. One is good, the other is bad. Unlike some people I know, I have to work for a living. Like WORK. As my friend Toby the carpenter shouts drunkenly, "W.R.K.!" (oops, no "O"). Who else needs an O?

Meeeeeeeeee! And that'll be another blog.

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18 December 2006

Neglect

As a human being, I am useless when it comes to beginning a project and then leaving it mid-stream.

I need to "stay the course," as my dear friend, Bushie has claimed that we should do.

Too bad I find it much easier to just post things on myspace.

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11 July 2006

Of Nominclature and stars like little fish

So I've whored myself out here on the internet looking for a virtual home. I've tried Blogger before (several accounts before it was bought by Google with several blogs with three or so entries and no continuance) and I had a free trial at typepad (excellent design, high subscription price). I thought about wordpress (no technical knowledge, but I wanted to support the open source community). I looked at Livejournal, but the blogs hosted there were so yucky looking I just didn’t want to even attempt something there.

I ended up here. My brother reserved my domain name and Blogger has provided the cogs in my wheel. I'm ready to go. More a marriage of convenience until I learn some CSS and some Ruby on Rails and the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. (African or European? Hrm. How does one fit that into XHTML?)

There are few things on earth that amuse me as much as words. When I decided upon the fact that yes, I would have a blog, and I would responsibly blog in it, I needed a name. I wanted something that would somehow capture my ephemeriac thinking. I took my role as nominclator seriously.

I would name my blog Night Swimming.

This was supposed to be named after two things: firstly, a Morphine album. Secondly, it was named after one of my favorite Southernese nocturnal activities—swimming in firefly-lit pools of calm water.

The funny story is that there ISN’T a Morphine album named Night Swimming. The album is named “Like Swimming.” For several years now, my sister Justie—fellow night swimmer AND Morphine fan—and myself believed that the album in question was called “Night Swimming.” We never looked it up. Anyways, It’s the attention to detail that gets me in the end. Pointed out recently to me was that Night Swimming is the name of a fairly nauseating R.E.M song. I don’t like R.E.M. Please strike that reference from your mind. That wasn’t my intent. Sorry R.E.M. fans.

For everyone who reads this blog: I hope that there are countless fireflies to light your way, the moon in its arc above, and above all, calm water and good story. Like swimming, indeed: night swimming.

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06 July 2006

Primus Postus

Just getting the hang of this thing.

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