Being a geek, before stepping out of the house, I had to check my mail and then my server logs for any weird activity. Despite the regular patterns, there has been very little going on.
I've had it for some time due to my sister, but I hardly look at it. She's on the bleeding edge of technology, and as soon as something is out, she's on it.
In 2004, O'Reilly Media played host to a series ofconferences which birthed a notion that forever changed theway we think about the online space. Scribbled on a pieceof paper and taped to a door, the topic for discussionread: "
Last night I got around to getting my venerable G4 desktopup to some semblance of modern-ness (modernity?modernality?). Took a couple hours but it all went smoothlyuntil I upgraded to the latest version of QuickTime and nowno video plays back at all (PPC + 10.
I was, I suppose you could say, in a PREpartum depression.
It started when my wife, Connie, decided it was time to have a baby. I was thirty-one and she was twenty-eight, a circumstance which I reminded her in my argument against the idea was no cause for alarm.