July 1, 2001 (Sunday)
Comments from the road: My web site has apparently been down since sometime late yesterday so I didn't get a chance to write anything. Last night and today were great. We did fireworks and pizza. Today we went to Lake Michigan. I think I got a couple nice shots of the sunset with the Chicago skyline in the background. Pictures at eleven!
July 2, 2001 (Monday)
Comments from the road: Went into Chicago today. Spent lots of time at the Art Institute of Chicago. I was overcome with emotion at the sight of some of the paintings. I had a really good time. Tooks LOTS of pictures, including a couple rolls mostly of the paintings and sculptures in the museum. I could live there
July 3, 2001 (Tuesday)
Comments from the road: Home again, home again, jiggity jog. I had a GREAT time. I'll get this diary page stuff fixed in a few days, once I wake up again!
July 4, 2001 (Wednesday)
Okay folks, I'm back!
In a day or two I'll have about 12 rolls of film to have processed, so there will undoubtedly be a flurry of photos here. I'm thinking about a Chicago skyline page or a Chicago architecture page (they have Chicago architecture tours!!). Who knows what else I'll do with all those photographs! I know a couple of things. Unless I make some money, it'll be a while before all of them show up anywhere. I hate that. You lose the immediacy of the experience when you have to wait to see the pictures. With so many, it'll be difficult to recall all of them, especially since, after the first roll, I stopped taking notes because I was under time constraints. Already I don't remember the sculptor of one of the pieces I photographed. Then there's the time that scanning 12 rolls of film will take. I think there are three 36-exposure rolls, 4-28 exposure rolls and six 24 or 25 shot rolls. That's a potential 370 photographs to scan. Some are duplicates with different exposure settings, but still that's a load! I particularly hope the ones I took of art in the Art Institute of Chicago Museum come out well, as they have a prohibition against flashes and tripods, and I was overcome with emotion at seeing some of these paintings and my hand (and eye) was not the steadiest in the world.
Quote of the Day: "Those that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." -- Benjamin Franklin
Happy Independence Day!
"The Forces of Good and Evil"
July 5, 2001 (Thursday)
I got five rolls of film processed today. The processor's machine jammed and I lost four frames on two of the rolls. They gave me credit, a discount, bonus albums and vouchers for free processing for two rolls. Still, I'd rather have had the pictures.
Quote of the Day: "Money, not morality, is the principle commerce of civilized nations." -- Thomas Jefferson
"A Splash of Light"
July 6, 2001 (Friday)
What a day! I walked up to the post office to check my box. A direct deposit slip was all there was. Then I went to Ritz Camera in the mall to have some more film processed. When I got there, parked in the Mall garage, and went into the store, I realized I'd left the film sitting on the table at home. I walked over the the art supply store to talk to my friends there. I called my son. He brought the film downtown to me. I used my coupons to defray the cost of two rolls, and paid for two more. Now, I'm scanning more photographs.
I'm upset. I was shaking when I tried to snap shots of Van Gogh's self portrait, so it came out blurred. I did manage to get a couple good shots of some nice paintings, though, including this Van Gogh:
"The Yellow Room"
I could have burned hundreds of rolls of film in that place. So much great art. I wanted to move in. I'd love to start now and spend a year in every city in the world with great museums and galleries. I regret not having done it years ago. The trouble is, now, at 54 years old, I don't have time for regrets, and I don't have the time or wherewithall to do any of the things I really would love to do. It's depressing.
Quote of the Day: "The definition of insanity is doing the same things and expecting a different outcome." -- Albert Einstein
Is that what doing this diary every day amounts to? Insanity? I mention the fact that I have photographic prints and paintings and other art available for sale, only to have a few people buy a few pieces, usually the cheaper things, every now and then. I ask for donations to help keep this site going, and I get diddly squat. Sure, people promise to make donations, but no one ever does. I feel like public radio, begging for sponsors. The only difference is that they get some.
My friend who owns the art supply store said he feels like there's going to be a breakthrough for me soon, as far as my sucess as an artist (i.e., sales and recognition). I've heard the same thing from a lot of people lately, but still in the depths of my heart I feel like it's the same thing all over again, beating my head against the wall to no effect whatsoever.
"Red Skies At Night"
Today's my 21st wedding anniversary. Still hangin' in there.
I'd like to officially thank Diane and George and their family for being gracious hosts to me and my wife on our trip to Indiana and Chicago. They were great. We both enjoyed ourselves more than we have in a long time. I'd like to express my gratitute to my son, Sean, too for taking good care of the house while we were gone.
July 7, 2001 (Saturday)
I've finished scanning all the photographs I took on my trip. Just in time for another roll to come back from the processor's tomorrow!
Quote of the Day: "Lick the lollipop of mediocrity once, and suck forever!" -- Rolly Behar
"Down by the Riverside"
July 8, 2001 (Sunday)
Busy day today. I had some 6 X 8 inch enlargements made of five different photographs. One of them was a sculpture in the Art Institute of Chicago that I was sure was a Claus Oldenburg at the time. Now I'm not so certain. If anyone knows for sure who the sculptor is, please let me know so I can give adequate credit. Anyway, here it is:
I was going to ask my wife to stand by the sculpture to give the viewer an idea of the scale of it, but she'd wandered off. I saw this nice looking couple walk into the room. I approached them and asked if the female would stand next to the clothespin while I took the picture. She said, "Me?" I said "Yes, for one thing, you're lovely, and I think you'd look great next to great art." She went for it, struck a pose and above you see the result.
Quote of the Day: "We are what we pretend to be." -- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
I ate too much! We went to a Chinese buffet. Big mistake! No food for me for a week!
I've taken a lot of photographs of sunsets and the like lately. I shot a few from my driveway, almost a whole roll from a city park on Capitol Hill called Sunset Park, several on the Ohio River at Huntington, and several on Lake Michigan at the Indiana Dunes Park. Here's one of the Sunset Park ones.
July 9, 2001 (Monday)
I got the last roll of film from the Indiana/Chicago trip processed. A few of them didn't come out due to slow shutter speeds coupled with unsteady hands.
Quote of the Day: "To be a champ you have to believe in yourself when nobody else will" -- Sugar Ray Robinson
"A Windy Day at the Beach"
The above picture was taken on Sunday evening on the beach at Michigan City, Indiana on July 1, 2001. The temperature in Northern Indiana and Chicago barely reached 60 that day. The winds off the lake were a sustained 35 mph. The sand was abrading us. I had to keep my cameras under my windbreaker most of the time. I managed to keep the sand out of everything except my big tripod.
My cameras are getting little nicks and abrasions. They're starting to look like they're being used. The next roll of film that goes into my Rebel-X will be slide film. I really need to get some slides of art work made. I want to pop another roll of black and white in one of the babies soon, too.
July 10, 2001 (Tuesday)
It's too damn hot!
It's close to midnight and the temperature is still 76 degrees. The dew point is close to 70, I'm sure. It's muggy. The fog is diffusing the street light, giving them a soft glow. It's eeire.
Quote of the Day: "I read somewhere that 77 percent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I'm more intrigued by the 23 percent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves." -- Emo Phillips
Probably movie directors, actors, rock stars, and professional athletes, Emo.
"Used Up and Left Behind"
July 11, 2001 (Wednesday)
Quote of the Day: "We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse." -- Andy Rooney
"Wind, Water, Sand"
July 12, 2001 (Thursday)
Web site is offline. . .
Well, as I write this, my web page is inaccessible AGAIN! I'm getting pissed off about this. It's been down at least part of the day every day for the past two weeks. Weekend before last when I was in Indiana, it was down for nearly a whole day (maybe more). Whenever I call the web hosting people, I can never get a real person to talk to. All I get is their phone system, prompting me through to leave a message. How can you do business like that? I NEVER get a call back from them. I just sit in the dark and hope things will start working again. It's been at least six hours now. I'm about ready to move the whole site to another hosting service, IF these jerks will release the DNS entry. I signed up with them because they offered 50 MB of space, plus all the CGI and scripting facilities plus unlimited POP3 e-mail accounts. That's all well and good, but it seems less of a value when a good deal of the time I can't use what I'm paying for the way I choose to use it.
Quote of the Day: "I either want less corruption, or more chance to participate in it" -- Ashleigh Brilliant
"Not the Chagall"
July 13, 2001 (Friday)
Continuing offline. . .
I know no one can read this but me, but still I try to keep current. My web hosting company is still experiencing problems. They're "aware of the problem and are working diligently to correct it." They say it's a routing problem of some sort. I hope all my e-mail subscriptions don't get cancelled while they're being diligent.
I've been looking at other web hosting options. There are a lot of companies out there to choose from. It's just a matter of finding one who allows unlimited bandwidth and e-mail accounts and sufficient hard disk space. The rest of it, like SQL and database function, shopping cart and advanced functions don't matter to me right now.
Quote of the Day: "The more he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I've been a student and afficianado of Dada for a long time. My absolute favorite Dada artist is Marcel Duchamp. I also like Man Ray and Jean (Hans) Arp. In fact, a few years ago I made some bookmarks that paid homage to Arp. Here's one of the survivors:
While I was in Chicago, I unwittingly did a collaboration with Arp, though he's been dead for years. The Art Institute of Chicago has an Arp painting. I took a photograph of it.
The first thing I noticed is that the colors of this painting matched those I picked for my bookmark. The second thing I noticed is that I cast a shadow on the painting, and the shape of the shadow was similar to the distinctive shapes Arp used in his Art.
July 14, 2001 (Saturday)
Continuing offline. . .
It's the weekend. I don't expect a company (my web hosting outfit) who only keeps regular office hours while pretending to offer 24-hour a day service to their clients and who, when faced with a problem, puts their voice mail system on auto-ignore with only a pithy recording for solace, and who never, ever return calls, to work on the problem outside of Monday-Friday 9-5 CDT. I fully expect it will be Monday, or later, before my web page is back up and my e-mail functional again. My apologies to those friends and family who use ide-a.net for their primary e-mail.
The United States is in a lot of trouble. There will have to be a fundamental change in the way we think, act, and conduct business over the next decade or two if we are to survive as a nation, and as a people. The disregard for the law, particularly traffic laws, the ignorance of common courtesy, and the failure to take anyone else into account in our daily activities will reap the whirlwind. There is no longer any commonality among the people of this country, save greed and anger. This must stop if we are to survive. The vast majority of adults need to go back to kindergarten and stay there until they can get a check mark next to the line that says "Plays well with others." There are too many pushy people, bullies, and egotists making the world a difficult place for everyone else to live in. Put down the cell phone, keep your eyes on the road, and quit worrying about having a few seconds on the guy in front of you.
July 15, 2001 (Sunday)
Continuing offline. . .
My web hosts are still having "difficulties." I personally don't expect them to survive this episode. I, for one, will be moving my web pages elsewhere at the very first opportunity. I'm sure I'm not alone, particularly if they have many e-commerce clients and they're suffering the same fate. I'm sure this outage is costing people lots of money and credibility in the eyes of the people who use their sites.
That's the one thing I'm worried about. The people I've had occasion to send e-mail to in the past have been notified of the problem, along with those on my regular correspondence list, you know, friends and family. But what of those for whom I don't have an e-mail address? What about those who try to access my site from a search engine or the www.wvonline.com site, or recommendations from people who aren't aware of the outage. It could be that I'm losing a lot of potential viewers and maybe even a few people who might want to buy a print or a painting, or offer me a commission, or be so enthused that they want to broker me a show in a Soho gallery, or who knows what. These fly-by-day web hosters are doing me more harm than just the few cents a day it costs to pay for my site. They're costing me reputation, good will, and potential income. I'm not a happy camper.
My assumption at this point is that the people I lease my web space and (alleged) web hosting service from lease large amounts of space from one of the big server farms in California or Canada and sub-lease to us peons. I can see the scenario that they overextended themselves and couldn't make the lease payment, so the big guys cut them, and by proxy the rest of us, off. Or it could be exactly what they say in their voice mail message (by the way, it seems that currently there is absolutely no way to get a human being on the phone there) that they're having routing problems. Having said this, I must also say that it doesn't seem very likely to me.
My previous notion that nothing would be done to correct this situation until Monday seems to be accurate. That will make the better part of five days that I've been without access to my web pages and my e-mail. That doesn't count the day and a half during the time I was in Indiana and Illinois. I guess all high-tech operations run on the Bill Gates model: cobble it together, hire excellent lawyers and pretend everything is always perfect.
July 16, 2001 (Monday)
Continuing offline. . .
Another morning comes and my web page is nowhere to be found. I'll give them today before I do anything about moving my page. I mean, the benefit of the doubt only extends so far, and once half a week has passed, I think that's sufficient time. Now when I try to call them, I get a fast busy signal.
A couple hours later, I'm able to get through, but I get the same smarmy recording, "We're aware of the problem and we're working on it. . ." that I got Friday.
There are other things I could write about other than my travails with the web hosting people, but they're equally depressing. The car dealership that bought and razed the three houses across the alley and down from us is now destroying multiple trees on their property, presumably in preparation for paving the lot. Trees and houses go down, heat and noise go up. It's time to move. The church next door is putting up a new building, closing in the alley, restricting my view of the sky. The mud and dust is pervasive from all the con-de-struction. The church also put up a low (7 or 8 foot) basketball hoop in their parking lot. That's caused a bunch of trouble, too. Kids keep busting out windows of the warehouses behind us. They smear mud, like a baby does feces, on the garage doors, walls, and windows of people's houses that face the alley. They ride their bicycles through the mud and spread it out on the alley for it to dry and for cars to run over it, pulverizing it into dust to be blown in my windows (NOTE: recall, my A/C died). It's time to move.
I'm not putting any more photos or art up here until I get FTP access to my web page back. It would be too much of a puzzle to figure out which photos to upload to correspond with the HTML. I'll just continue my narrative until I'm able to resume regular operations. Besides, I need the practice writing.
I've submitted five photographs to Avatar Review, an online arts and criticism e-zine. I know some of the people who have contributed to it from my time on AOL. I'm glad to see they've progressed. If you'd like to check them out they can be found at Avatar Review, Spring 2001 Issue. Next question is, "Have I progressed to the point where they'll accept my offering?"
What rankles me even more about my web hosting provider being down for so long is that had I chosen to do an e-mail list, which I can do with the facilities available, then that would have been down as well. I'm still considering it. Maybe I could go with one of the web-based ones. That's something to keep in mind, I guess. I don't really know what I'd put out in such a mailing other than a reiteration of what I put on my web page. I suppose I could include larger, higher-resolution versions of my art and photographs, or additional commentary. The next question is, why would I want to do that? The answer might possibly be advertising revenue. I understand that there is a small amount of money to be made for such things. I subscribe to several "lists" that do advertising. I presume they're making enough to make it worthwhile to continue doing so, although at least one of the lists has gone to two versions, one free with ads, the other, a for-fee expanded version with additional information and features. We'll see. What do you think? Let me know. Comments or e-mail, your call.
July 17, 2001 (Tuesday)
Continuing offline. . .
Another day of being down, my web site, my e-mail, my mood. This really sucks. This diary project and my new-found art of photography had really helped pull me up from the pits of depression, and now I have neither for solace. I spent all my money going on vacation and processing film from that (largely photographs of great art that will probably never show up here), so I can't really do much about my web page, nor can I afford to do what I want to do with my photography.
I've been "painting" some. I've filled two canvases with ascemic writing, one with oil bars, one with oil pastels. I'm working on a mixed media assemblage on a square canvas and I have a 9 X 31 canvas stretched on a piece of primed plywood. The reason I used plywood was that the scrap of canvas I had was only 11 inches wide, too narrow to stretch on stretcher strips unless I mitre cut them myself, and I'm not equipped to do a precision job of that. Plywood, I can handle with a circular saw.
Mostly I play computer games and take naps. . .
July 18, 2001 (Wednesday)
Okay, this may prove to be confusing (for me, not you). I'll attempt to keep two versions of my diary page running, one for the eventuality that ide-a.net will be back up and working properly, and the other a stop gap on the Charter site. It shouldn't be too difficult (famous last words. . .).
The biggest problem will be remembering to save everything to two different places, unless. . . Hmmm. I think I had an idea. Okay, problem solved. Now all I have to remember is to change my Charter default local FTP directory back after the other site is up again. I'm sure everyone understood that!
Quote of the Day: "There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and after that to enjoy it. Only the wisest of people achieve the second." -- Logan Pearsall Smith
Since I've got this show on the road again, so to speak, I'm trying to decide what kind of pictures to put up here initially. I scanned all the photographs from the Indiana/Chicago trip. I've got a backlog of sunsets and other goodies in reserve. I also scanned some art and other things today. I think I'll lead with the art. These are two collages, matched and intended to be one work.
July 19, 2001 (Thursday)
My domain is still down. I don't know what to do. I can't contact them. All I get is a recording on their phone number. Their e-mail is down as well, so that's out. I tried sending an e-mail to their Canadian branch -- no reply. I've spent good money for bad service, and now I don't have the money to pay for an alternative. Hell, I don't even have the $20 to have my film processed. And the lottery drawing was LAST night! Arggggggggghhhhh!
Quote of the Day: "If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning." -- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi
From the first time I went to New York, I was in love with the Chrysler Building. I loved it's sleek lines, its stainless steel, its gargoyles, the way the sun glistened off its surfaces. During my trip to Chicago, I found another building to love -- the Prudential Building. It has the same things to recommend it as does the Chrysler Building, including remarkable neighbors.
Here's another view, over the roof of the Art Institute of Chicago, the old juxtaposed with the new:
"The Old and the New"
It looks like my web hosting people have gone down for the count. It's a full week now. I tried to call earlier and I got the usual "Thank you for calling. . . Press 1 for sales, press 2 for technical support." I pressed two. "Press 1 for e-commerce information. Press 2 for web hosting information." I pressed two, expecting to hear the recording that says they're working on it and thanking me for my patience and understanding. Instead, I got the welcome recording again: "Thank you for calling. . . Press 1 for sales, press 2 for technical support." This time, I pressed one. After an hour on hold, I hung up. I guess my web page is history. I'll finish out the month here, then pack it in. Anyone want to buy my ide-a.net registration?
July 20, 2001 (Friday)
"No Reservation Required"
Quote of the Day: "Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing." -- Oscar Wilde (He should be alive today!)
Doubts, uncertainties, self-deprecation, all flowing through me. I submit work for consideration by exhibitions, magazines, websites. Very little even gets a reply. My cleverness has been diluted by time and bitterness to the point where it comes out only as venon and sarcasm. I'm painting again, but I don't even believe in myself anymore. I only paint because I have to. I hate it. Even so, I can never bring myself to wish it away.
"A Pale Horse"
July 21, 2001 (Saturday)
And now for something completely different. . .
Quote of the Day: "America is the only country in the world where failing to promote yourself is regarded as being arrogant." -- Gary Trudeau
It's been an out-and-about day. I had some film processed at my usualy place. I think I'm going to start using another facility. The quality has become sporadic, depending on who's working. I've not had a roll of this AGFA film turn out well so far. I'll take the next roll to another shop, one where I know the person doing the processing knows what color balance is.
I spent a little time with my friend Jack at Pro-Art today. He gave me a bottle of his homemade award-winning strawberry wine. This should be a treat.
"Wall and Shadow"
July 22, 2001 (Sunday)
I like the quiet of Sunday mornings around here. It's quiet much like that of smaller places on any given morning, but with a difference. Normally the noise here never stops. It's ongoing, pretty much twenty-four hours a day. The taxis roll in and out all hours of the day and night. There are people on the streets constantly. Hookers walk by on their way to their stations over on Morris and Smith Streets. Semi-trucks sit and idle on Beauregard Street, waiting for a loading dock slot at the produce company. The workers from Corey Brothers Produce come and go, yelling back and forth with no thought that the few people who live here might possibly be asleep at four A.M. But Sunday morning is different. All the tapestry of sound stops. Even the birds seem to take the morning off. From daybreak until a little after ten, just before the people start filtering in for church services next door, the traffic, human, vehicular, and sonic seems to cease, bringing a clarity to the world, a peaceful calm. And this is only possible because of the usual cacaphony of city life. If you live in silence then it can be as deafening as all the noise of the city.
Quote of the Day: "Forget living well. The best revenge is revenge." -- William Hamilton
Note the tight pattern of the longitudinal lines of this spider's web. I've never seen a web so tightly woven. This is about 15 feet up in a group of box elder trees that define the southwest corner of the property where I currently live.
July 23, 2001 (Monday)
Another Monday. Still no word on my web site (now I'm acting like I actually expected something. . .). My ship hasn't come in, either.
Quote of the Day: "One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent, e.g., music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf." -- Spinoza
Spinoza may have been a great thinker and at least a passable philosopher, but writing was not his forte. I think, had I expressed the above thought, I'd have done so in far fewer words.
I think this poster is an advertisement for a local band, Crazy Jane. I'm not sure, though, but I do believe I'd wager a dollar on it.
July 24, 2001 (Tuesday)
As I mentioned on July 19, I'll continue this project until the end of the month. After that, I don't know what my future on the world wide web will be. I've found some web hosting places that seem to be exactly what I want, but I simply don't have the resources to move my pages right now, and don't know when I will have. I'm sure it will be several months down the road at any rate. With the air conditioning dying on me and a number of other unexpected expenses, plus my almost complete lack of income this summer, it's just not possible to pay out the set up fee plus the year's lease fee on a hosting service. I could possibly come up with the money, but getting it applied toward the credit card, plus paying the additional fee for going over the credit limit (caused when my current web host took out payment at what I think was too early a date!) would be too much. And of course the web hosting places ONLY accept payment via credit card. I can't deal with it.
Quote of the Day: "Just as there are no little people nor unimportant lives, there is no insignificant work." -- Elena Bonner
July 25, 2001 (Wednesday)
One more week of this. I shall miss it.
An astrologer friend of mine told me it's time to move on. Why does leaving my web page behind feel like going backwards? Without this outpost touching people outside my environs, what chance do I have to be sucessful? It feels like exactly none. I've sold a few paintings and a few prints through contacts made via my web pages (and other online contacts), nothing to amount to a self-sufficient income, but more than I've sold locally or through any other means. Now that will go by the boards and I'll be back to banging my head against a local wall instead of the international one I'm used to. "Would you like fries with that?"
"With a Tip of the Hat to Monet"
Quote of the Day: "Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." -- William Butler Yeats
July 26, 2001 (Thursday)
Quote of the Day: "No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized." -- Will Durant
"An Unexpected White"
It's rainy today. I feel rather out of it. We had storm yesterday evening and during the night. Now it seems the damp has just settled in. The sky is completely overcast, whiteout conditions. The light is flat as a tone deaf choir member.
I should get my roll of AGFA film back from the new processor today. Even if he does a good job, I'm not sure I'll use him much, if at all. He doesn't seem to want the business. He has a regular, established clientele, including the city police and fire departments and apparently doesn't take much in the way of walk-in business. I was left feeling like I wasn't wanted there. Usually when that happens, I oblige.
July 27, 2001 (Friday)
Only a few days left until August. Where has this year gone? Time keeps slippin' away. August has always been a bad month for me. There are a lot of birthdays and such in August. My mom's birthday, my ex-wife's birthday, my friend Judy's birthday, my niece Angie's birthday, my first marriage anniversary (I stopped counting after the divorce), my parent's anniversary (although I'm not sure what day that is), the anniversary of Nixon's resignation, the anniversary of the bombing of Nagasaki. Out of those eight events, five are on the same day, August 9: Angie's birthday, Judy's, my first anniversary, Nixon, and Nagasaki. Make of that what you will. . .
Quote of the Day: "The greatest of faults is to be conscious of none." -- Thomas Carlyle
Well, my roll of AGFA film didn't come out too great. I can't decide where the fault lies. The color is out of whack. Some of the pictures are okay while others are totally screwy. I don't quite get it. I think I'll go with a better quality film from now on. Speaking of Judy, here's a photo of most of her face, with her daughter, Darcy, reflected in her blue shades:
"One Generation Reflected in Another"
Now that my web page is back, I'm thinking hard on whether it's worth the bother anymore. It seems like the only web pages that matter are either those gawdy, garish, crass commercial pages with ads and banners and pop-under windows and the like, the ones always trying to sell something, and those that put themselves across as magazine types with contributions from other people of the same ilk as those putting the page forward for public consumption. I'm not sure I could be the proprietor of either type of page, although the latter is much preferable to the former.
As my niece so graciously reminds me, August 9 was also the date of the Manson Family murders of Sharon Tate, Abigail Folger, et. al.
July 28, 2001 (Saturday)
I knew it was too good to be true. My web hosting company is apparently bankrupt. A consortium of three other companies has managed to take over the web hosting servers and get everyone's web sites back up. They don't have a "permanent" solution as yet, but they expect to shortly. I quite imagine that it will cost me more than I was spending before if I continue with this new outfit. I think I'll probably end up moving to another hosting service.
Quote of the Day: "In every well-governed state wealth is a sacred thing; in a democracy it is the only thing." -- Anatole France
"Sometimes Opportunity Scratches"
One of my pet peeves is the misuse of "impact" as a verb. The verb, impact, means to jam together, as in an impacted tooth. It does not mean "to have an impact on." I notice more and more specialized journalists, i.e. meteorologists and sport commentators, misusing the word. I just watched a feature on the weather channel where the gorgeous meteorologists used 'impact' as a verb at least three times in one minute. The unfortunate thing about this is that 'affect' would have been a much more appropriate word.
July 29, 2001 (Sunday)
It rained all day yesterday. I don't think there was a half-hour period of no rain at any time. It rained pretty much all night, too, and as of 2:30 PM today, it's still raining. Needless to say there are flash flood warnings out for most of the state. Everything feels so damp. The humidity is constant at 100% and even though the air temperature is in the low 70's I'm still sweating. I hate this tropical monsoon weather.
Quote of the Day: "Halloween in Hollywood is redundant." -- James Garner (in The Glitter Dome)
"The Bride Stripped Bare"
July 30, 2001 (Monday)
I draw your attention to Mary Wildfire's Column in today's Charleston Gazette. [Again, the Gazette has removed the column from the free access area of their website]
What the Bush Administration, and to a lesser extent, the Clinton Administration, and the WTO are doing to us is reprehensible. These Ferengi bastards are eroding the self-determination that we have long held as sacred in this country. The danger of a dictatorial one-world government does not lie in International Communism or Zionism or the pale blue flags of the UN. It lies in the consortium of business and financial interests represented by the WTO and the current leadership of the GOP. We must oppose and resist with all our might, or we will end up slaves in a "Free Trade" world.
Of particular interest is the phone number provided by the AFL-CIO to connect you at no charge to your congressional representative: (800) 393-1082 [dial the number and at the prompt enter your ZIP code -- it will then connect you to your congressman's office]. Use it. It may our Obi-Wan, our only hope.
Slowly our privacy is being taken away from us, along with our ability to take moneyed interest to task for their actions. We are being watched by cameras everywhere we turn. Computer software keeps track of our purchases, even our whereabouts at given times. The banking industry has removed the time lag between when a check is written and when it is presented for payment, so that the buffer that many poor people depend on is gone, making them potential criminals, or at least taking additional money from them for fees and penalties. The banks have long been a government unto themselves, dictating how we conduct our financial affairs, levying fines for unacceptable behavior and conveying favor on the clients who can afford to maintain a minimum balance. Imagine, if you will, a world where the banks run everything. We must oppose and resist with every means at our disposal. Would you like to allow people like Bill Gates to determine the legal and social fabric of our country?
Quote of the Day: "A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religion basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear and punishment and reward after death." -- Albert Einstein
July 31, 2001 (Tuesday)
Quote of the Day: "We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the Beautiful Stuff out. " -- Ray Bradbury
"Still Life With Sidewalk"