Administrative Note

I know you all were clamoring to read you some 8WK news at about 1 a.m.

Too bad if you were. I couldn’t even reach my sites, not one of them. Darned frustrating, too, as I had just spent the previous hour setting up an Amazon tap to the new network, then setting up a TP-Link smart plug as well. Then I got online and found that I could not even reach my regular home page, nor my Wiki, nor this very useful website.

Dreamhost is pretty good at letting you know when something’s up. The status from around that time: “Our Operations teams are currently investigating connectivity issues which indicate an issue related to our name servers. We will provide updated information as it becomes available.”

Here I was fixing to blame the local ISP. It turns out my Web host had a DNS connectivity issue.

Well, it’s fixed now. Thanks, Dreamhost.

Macy’s

A few years ago, there was a Macy’s in the mall near where I lived, and it was closing. I was trying to outfit my apartment, so I figured there would be bargains to be had, so I walked in. And it was one of the most depressing scenes I have ever witnessed. They were mainly selling rugs, some arcane furniture nobody would buy, and the store fixtures themselves, the counters, the display cases, anything anything, you could probably make an offer on somebody’s toupee and they would have sold it. And as I walked through this disaster knowing I would not be buying anything, I walked by one former jewelry counter, and there was a black woman saying “stop it, no, we can’t go back home, you play with that phone and sit there” or something like that. This woman took this job, probably as a temp? or she worked for them before and was trying to earn a few bucks before everything got closed? I don’t know which. But she had a 4 or 6 year old kid sitting on the floor in her counter in the midst of a situation where she would only in a few minutes or a day or a week or a month where she would be losing her “job.” And despite that desperate, hopeless choice for a “job” that was destined to end, that promised no future, no sustainable living, despite that, she had to make her child play on her phone on the dirty carpet in a department store just to keep paying the rent. Every time I think about public policy these days, I think about that woman. The only thing that government should be doing is taking care of her. And it does nothing but. Shame on this country. Shame on your stupid, short-sighted ass.


“The litmus test for America is how we are treating black women.” (Kamala Harris)
I told somebody to go shit in a lake. Then I told the person how. “Squatting off the end of the dock with your pants down is not the best way. You should probably just jump into the lake and then do your business in the lake. The water might be really cold at that time so your bowels might tighten up. But you are a guy in control, so you can probably handle it. Maybe bend your body back and forth a couple of times to make your bowels ease up. I would recommend wearing a lifejacket.”
The President of the United States should not be advocating a boycott of an American business for any reason. Republicans have often been critical of Democratic politicians for “picking winners and losers.” But Democrats have never done anything as flagrant as to name a specific, American based company and saying “this company sucks” for political reasons. This is unpresidential, this is bad for our country, this is an abuse of the bully pulpit, this is horrible. This alone should invite Congressional hearings, but it won’t because here are 1300 more of these a day with this idiot. Vote Biden, FFS, vote Biden, do not shove your own vote up your nose. This impeached president is so bad for your country and for you.

A Really Really Important Message

Many years ago, I stole a Dave Barry joke and left it as my outgoing message on my answering machine. The joke was:

“Hi. You have reached [phone number]. If you’d like to press “1,” press “1.” If you’d like to press “2,” press “2.”

And so on.

This really annoyed one caller of mine. I edited this a little at the time for effect. But this was the crux of the biscuit:

I am still sad that I will never know what the important message was.

I’m Sorry About The Elevator

I took a week off in February. It was wonderful. I recommend a week off of work every once in a while. It’s good even if you don’t do much or get much done, of which I did neither.

The primary mission did get done, however: Order a new bed. The bed I’ve been sleeping in I bought in November 2016, and it was a good bed for about a year or so. It was a Serta that bore the name of a hotel I’ve stayed at a few times called the Bellagio. I paid $987 for it and the bed frame. After a while, I started waking up with my back hurting horribly. I felt what had happened, the bed material had broken, and the bed could no longer offer me proper support. So for at least two years now I’ve been sleeping on the broken bed for as long as I could stand and then marching to the recliner for the rest of my rest.

I finally took the plunge and purchased a Yellowstone brand mattress. It cost a bit more then my previous purchase, but if the salesman’s words are true, it’s one of the better mattresses you can get, with high-quality materials and excellent craftsmanship. I had looked at the same bed six months ago and had quite favorable opinions on it then, but I still needed to research models and to consider financing this little project. I had already arrived at what it would cost me to buy my other favorite choice, the Purple mattress, which I have had the opportunity to test in-store a few times. I would have required a Purple 3 hybrid, which are not cheap. So I set that as my initial budget and went from there.

The bottom line, however, is that I don’t feel good about making such a large purchase like that without looking a person in the eye. I want to be able to find a person to ask any questions I might have. You can’t really do that with a bed-in-the-box. So I ended up with the Yellowstone with an adjustable base. I took delivery of it yesterday, and so far, I am mighty pleased with it.

Except for this: I didn’t think to question the fellas who delivered it when they loaded up our elevator with the adjustable base, the mattress, and their own burly bodies to traverse to the third floor. Shortly after they left, and after my Dad left–he had been here to watch the Jayhawks eke out a victory in men’s basketball over the Baylor Bears–I left my apartment to go to the grocery. And the elevator’s exterior doors seem not to be closing.

I’m assuming the thing got overloaded and went into some sort of safety mode. I’ve seen it do this before, so it ain’t the first time with this elevator.

Have I mentioned that I hate elevators?

Anyway, I can tell you I’ve already taken two unintended naps in the new bed and had a much better night’s sleep last night than I have in a while. My Mother and I joke that I’ve just taken on a car payment–which is nearly true–but I can think of many less responsible things to do with money. A kid’s gotta sleep.

Today, I am cleaning and digging finally into the CD compilation of Brasilian music that I got last week.

In other news, I think you should take a moment to hear from a kid named C.J. I hope the world C.J. envisions becomes a real thing someday. It sounds pretty terrific to me.

Administrative Note

On or around March 18, 2001, I started blogging.

Records show I first registered the domain “adventuresintothewellknown.com” on September 10, 2003, although the Wayback Machine has entries with the Adventures design as far back as July 2002. I was 35 years old.

Blogging was a brand new thing, and I started it mainly as a way to force myself into the social stratosphere of Washington, D.C. Bloggers got together. We’d shoot pool. We’d do happy hours. Then, you’d go home and chronicle your, um, adventures. You’d try to make your blog as good as Lex’s or Scully’s or Eve’s. Or, I would, anyway. I rarely succeeded–these were some brilliant human beings.

But blogging was also was an area for professional growth. My interest in blogging led me to learn how domains work, how to register them and how to direct them; how to manage a content management system such as WordPress or GreyMatter before it (remember GreyMatter?); how to design a Web page; how to code; how to troubleshoot. It was largely an interest in blogging that allowed me to move from journalism to Web-monkeying to doing the tech logistics work I’m doing now.

Often, when a blogger starts a post like this, it leads to a retirement announcement. That is not the case here. I have breached my 50th year on Earth, but I believe I will be keeping a blog until the day I stop refusing to die and am placed face-down in the ground (you know why face-down, ya’ll).

But I am moving.

Mainly, I’m moving because my current host costs money, and Blogspot is free. I find that more sustainable as I no longer need a Web host to make me seem like I know what I’m doing. I no longer create Web spaces for a living, and nor do I any longer even consider doing it for fun. Kids these days laugh at my ancient methods anyways. Tables? You still use tables? 2000 called! It wants its BLINK tag back!

So, I am working to archive this project to Blogspot. It is a project I may never finish because as far as I can tell, copy/pasta is the only way to do that work. But, the work is kind of nice; it allows me to review a lot of blog entries. I’ll like the Blogger backups better anyway as they are straight-forward RSS rather than WordPress’ more proprietary approach. Not to mention, Blogspot provides a community aspect you don’t get with a standalone site on a shared server.

If you have a site with me, I’ll be talkin’ to ya, and we’ll get things moved around. I mean, I have a year at least. But my intention is to not pay this hosting fee again next year. So the official site is now at aitwk.blog, which will forward to the Blogspot. Entries will be archived there and removed from here as we go.

See yinz over there.

Bright Before Me: The Signs Implore Me

Pretty much the only thing I have ever known until now about Claudine Longet is that she mounted a ridiculous defense for a murder rap. And the only reason I knew that is because I was reared on Saturday Night Live. What I didn’t know until recently is that one of Longet’s standards is one of my very favorite songs. Goes like this:

Only, I usually hear it like this:

I mean, you can spoof on Randy Newman all you want:

But he wrote this lovely thing.

Covers of the song are not uncommon, shall we say. But you haven’t lived until you’ve heard this one:

Just sit for a moment and let that sentiment sink in: Human kindness is overflowing. And, I think it’s going to rain today. Then try not to smile. It’s really something.


So I’ve got to thank my Moms for an early birthday present. Have a look.

Last weekend was an Edinboro visit weekend, as the previous was the big family reunion. It was grand and both locations are beautiful off the charts. Plus, we had a mission, to get my Granny set up with a compyooter since the provider she’s used for years is shuttering. The book seller lady has moved out of the mall onto Erie Street. And the world-famous Edinboro Mall is still sad. But it certainly is beautiful and an excellent locale to scout out some good cast iron. (This pan was a bargain at $22.50.)


More YouTube goodness, a wonderful Nova episode regarding Darwin and evolution:


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