30 January 2002
Let My Crying Come Unto Thee
Hear my prayer, and let my crying come unto thee. Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble; incline thine ear unto me when I call; O hear me, and that right soon.--Psalm 102, Domine, exaudi.
Web design is such a pain. I've worked on the new happenings page for about thirty minutes now, and what have I got to show for it? Ugh. Maybe I should just take to desinging all my pages really plain like Sean's so-called Beige Page. Nice and simple.
While I'm here, perhaps I should explain the new "happenings" page. Um, well, Matt Slack had me write some little rdf parser, and, well, I figured, then, if I wrote the parser I should probaly join in the use thereof, so he's got links to me now on his page. But, turns out, I don't have anything here that's updated semi-frequently. You know, fresh content. So I thought I'd just whip up a new page real quick: a happenings page, which would encompass the now-defunct "About Site" page and maybe occasionally tell you what I'm up to lately, other than the site.
So, what am I up to? Um, well, writing a darn webpage, that's what! This wasn't how I planned it. I thought this happenings bit of the site would only take maybe 10 minutes. Not so.
And, as a random bit of advice: Pinnacle's Axis is a nasty system. Procure loads of caffeine before use thereof.
Um, enough complaining, then. Outside of this, I decided today that I'm going to start a new program on Community Access as an offshoot of CTV's Public Uproar. I'm working with the title CTV's Englightenment, but that may very well change. I'm going to go around and ask the questions that are too mundane or frightening to ask.
You know, like asking why there's a door on the third floor at St. Luke's church downtown that opens up to the outside with no fire escape, ladder, or anything discernable next to, below, or around it. Or ask people working in stores with annoying little gimicky toys how they listen to them all the day long without going crazy. Or maybe walk around downtown after spilling a cup of water down my pants and filming the result. You know, stuff like that. Little snippets of life. I'll probably throw some semi-serious stuff in there, too.
Well, then, it looks like this little page here, itself, only took about 10 minutes. Maybe I'll hack up another one later this week, maybe after I head out to Access on Friday. Or when I get the laptop. Night-night.