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September 20, 2002

Meme of the week

The Story About the Baby.

September 17, 2002

Louisville Uprising

Buried somewhere in this list of comments about arming airline pilots is the suggestion to install automatically deployed baseball bats at every window seat. Four guys with box cutters would be no match for an uprising of passengers with Louisville Sluggers.

Outsider, and Glad Of It

There’s times that I feel lucky to be an outsider. I’ve been catching hints and glimpses of one such case over the last week or two. There seems to be this whole flame-up going around concerning RSS, a battle between v1.0 and v2.0. I don’t understand any of it; hell, I don’t even know what RSS is. But it seems like people who should be working together are instead flinging piles of flaming horseshit back and forth. I just want to slap them all silly and tell them to grow up. But, it’s a big Internet, and they can fight all they want in their little corner. It just makes the rest of us look bad.

September 16, 2002

Of Candy Bars and Copyrights

A little perspective from Robert Scoble:

Um, if I go and steal a candy bar at Safeway, that doesn’t give Safeway the right to kick down the door to my house.

Cacophony of Errors

Sometimes I read a story (much like this one, actually) that makes me realize why people hate computers so much, and also makes me so so glad that I know what I’m doing and can fix it all on my own.

Of course, if everything went wrong at once like that at my house, I think the neighbors would grow tired of watching stuff come flying out of the windows.

September 13, 2002

Too Much Good Stuff

All of a sudden, there’s almost more good stuff than I can keep up with. I already read the article on solving the problems of how to preserve digital data throughout the centuries. But there’s still a new JOHO newsletter, a New Architect article from Peter Merholz, more new stuff at Boxes and Arrows, an Adaptive Path essay, inside The Onion

Cripes. I’d better get cracking.

Also, Mr. Zeldman has left the building. At the conference I would have been at if I had the money.

No Name?

Going back to Wednesday’s post, I found a post from Doc, last year, already asking what the day should be called. I’m surprised the media, or the pundits, or somebody couldn’t come up with anything more inventive than “September 11th” or “9/11”. And now that it’s been a year, those names have stuck.

September 11, 2002

Only One September 11th

It’s weird to look at this page today and see that date. I say the date to myself, like I do every day, “Today is September 11th.” But then some other part of my brain kicks in and says, “No, it’s not. That happened last year.” The date and the event have become so entwined in the national consciousness that it’s not possible to separate them. Has that ever happened in history before? The 4th of July is the only other date that holds any signifigance in and of itself, and that’s always a celebration. The battle cry during WWII was “Remember Pearl Harbor!” not “Remember December 7th!” We say “the Moon landing,” not “July 20th.” We say “Hiroshima,” not “August 6th.” But by unofficial consensus, Americans have named this event “September 11th,” and so it shall stay, most likely.

But it’s still a phrase that we have to keep using for more mundane events. “I start my new job on September 11th” – “What’s your birthdate?” “September 11th.” – “When does that milk turn sour?” “September 11th.” It’s not like we can retire that date, in the way a lot of buildings don’t have a 13th floor. We’re not going to start seeing calendars that run September 9th, 10th, 12th. So I guess we’ll forever have to live with the paradox: Every year has an 11th of September, but there will always only be one September 11th.

One Year

In tribute to today’s anniversary, Yahoo has gone grey (screenshot). It’s a nice effect, but leave it to web designers to point out a flaw. If their site was written using CSS, the switch to grey would have taken all of five minutes, and taken effect over their whole site. But with their site so riddled with <font> tags and bgcolor, it must have taken them all week to set up just this one page.

Tut tut. When will they learn?

September 10, 2002

The Perils of Procrastination

Today I found out that a non-profit organization, my very first web design client, apparently grew tired of my saying I’d redesign their site “one day”. It was a hideous old site, and it needed to be updated, but I didn’t have to time to get around to it, especially since it would be a pro bono job. Today they were telling me about this other guy they found who was interested in doing it, and how he was going to set them up so they could update everything through FrontPage.

<Heart Stops>

<Deep Breath>

Not good news. Here I was planning to knock them onto the web scene with a fresh new look and standards compliance, and I lost out because of my own stupid procrastination. Bad Scottie. No cookie!

I might offer to work with this new guy as a team. I didn’t want to do the whole project by myself, anyway. Life is always a lesson, I guess.