About...
date: 2011-10-21
When all that was once futuristic is now retro, what are we supposed to do?
Welcome to the 3rd major incarnation of my blog. This started, back in 2002, as my contributing to Glenn's web site about an imaginary restaurant called “The Chicken Pig.” The proprietor, Charlie, was supposed to be a curious mix of legend and laisez faire, which allowed the patrons free expression. Sadly, The Chicken Pig lost it's all-too-real lease in cyberspace, and so my scribblings moved to iWeb. And that benefaction has now come to an end, so I'm going to give this a spin in Wordpress.
I hope you enjoy the ramblings; I know you'll regret the lack of editing. Please know that I hate panning-for-gold just as much as you do, there's so much sand on the interwebs. But I'm told that I manage to hit a note worth hearing occasionally, and I guess I'd hate to lose them.
Songs for the road: We Rest (Witchcraft) Tangible Evidence (Wishbone Ashe) Punk Sandwich (Dixie Dregs)
“The end justifies the credits.”
Abe: I used to be with it, but then they changed what “it” was. Now, what I’m with isn’t “it,” and what’s “it” seems weird and scary to me. —The Simpsons, Episode 3F21 “Homerpalooza”
In 2018, the Glenn mentioned above, who started me on this adventure, voluntarily chose to stop enduring the horrific torture of for-profit kidney dialysis and died. I miss him at odd moments, I regret what I didn’t do with him, and enjoy what I did. His is a minor loss in scale to others for me, but that doesn’t diminish the importance of his contribution or significance of his death. It also doesn’t dent my gratitude for him inviting me to contribute to “The Chicken Pig” and getting me started on this path.
2023: After helping my wife wrestle her WP site into a semblance of shape, I reviewed my own and was shocked to see how mundane it was. I might have to look for a template to impose on this mess. Something better that open-source Times New Roman at least. But then I looked back to the archives, and I’ve realized this is rather a long span of time. As above, I inherited my father’s lack-of-sympathy for the reader. But there’s an honesty to the captured moments. (“Star Trek Republicans” is positively adorable 20 years on.). And so I offer them as-is. I’m neither a Scalzi nor a Lileks, two bloggers I recommend. John Scalzi’s “Whatever” without reservation, James Lileks’ “Bleat” with deepest regrets for his politics.
I am grateful for your readership and if I’ve contributed anything of value pre- or post-GPT LLM, then this was worth it.