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Weblogging

December 25 2001

The O’Reilly Book Cover Designer is really making the rounds, lately. Well, I had to try it. My results are:

Wait a sec? This isn’t from the generator. This is…this is… this is from my book, Developing ASP Components!

The Designer is fun…but does it have to have an option showing an eagle kicking my asp?

Waeguk is not soup had bondaeggi for Christmas dinner. I won’t tell you what it is other than it’s Korean, and I admire him for having it, and I wouldn’t have it if you paid me my weight in gold. And I ain’t small..

I hope it’s safe to come out — there’s been a lot of wasps flying around lately, and I don’t want to get stung.

I also hope everyone enjoyed my faithless annotation of the classic “The Night Before Christmas”. As a close friend said, it won’t be tops on any parent’s to read lists.

It’s the end of the year, and time to make sweeping life decisions: After a very careful examination of the technology contracting situation here in San Francisco, especially in comparison with the high cost of living which is actually increasing, I’ve decided I’m going to have to bail on the good life here in sunny California. There are contracting jobs in San Fran; however, the rates are dropping, too much to allow a person to keep up with housing and other costs. Add to this San Francisco’s 6.9 unemployment rate, and nuff’s enough.

I really like San Francisco, but I sure moved here at the worst damn time.

I’m not moving necessarily quickly — I have a lease. However, I will be making the preparations to move as soon as a I can. New destination? St. Louis, where I’ll be sharing expenses with my best friend (who also happens to be my ex-husband). Rates are low there, also, but so’s the cost of living.

However, I’m going to miss the ocean. And the Northern California hiking trails. And the Embarcadero. And the Bay and Golden Gate Bridges. And the Bay. And the pelicans.

However, I’m not going to miss going to an SD Forum meeting, chatting with people reluctant to even tell you the name of the company they work for, because they don’t want to be inundated with resumes or cards of people looking for work.

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Writing

The night before Christmas

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

with first person singular annotation, updated to the new Millennium

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

    • (Well, there was a mouse once. Name of George, married to a nice little brown field mouse named Alice. Last Christmas, George and Alice went caroling at the neighbor’s. There they were, singing Jingle Bells in these squeaky little voices:

 

Jingle bells. Jingle bells. Jingle all the way. Oh what fun we’ll have…

    • At that point Zoe, the house cat as well as resident music critic ate George and Alice.)

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there;

    • (Damn right the stockings were hung with care – four Christmases ago, suckers fell into the fireplace, caught on fire, generated a ton of smoke, and set off the fire alarm. The brand new fire system kicked in, spraying the entire living room with fire suppressant foam. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.)

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

    • (I let the kids eat way too much sugar. After they bounced off of every wall in the house, juggled the bulbs on the tree, played Frisbee with Aunty Jane’s fruitcase, and terrified the dog and Zoe the house cat, the kids finally fell into a sugar-induced coma. Whereby I put the little cherubs to bed and went down and had a stiff drink.)

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

    • (Mamma had a headache. Again.)

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

    • (Grabbing my gun, first.)

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    • (Shutters? Sash? What the hell kind of English is this?)

The moon of the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day to objects below.

    • (Street lights helped some, too.)

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

    • (Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have dropped that acid in college!)

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

    • (It was on the news – John St. Nicholas, wanted felon and bank robber. Personally, I would have picked something faster than a sleigh for a getaway. Wonder where he stole the reindeer?

More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comment! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

    • (Ah oh – I think we just entered into “One Flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”. Where’s the Chief?)

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the courses they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too.

    • (Damn that stuff I took in college must have been good shit!)

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound

    • (Hey, we think something crawled in there and died a few weeks ago. Can you grab it on your way in?)

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

    • (Man, fur is just so yesterday. No one wears fur any more.)

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack

    • (Damn telemarketers will stop at nothing to make a sale.)

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

    • (And he was the scariest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen.)

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

    • (Having a little hashish, eh man? Okay, okay. I can dig it.)

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

    • (One word, bud: treadmill. Big time.)

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

    • (Hysteria will do that to a person.)

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

    • (Because I’m packing. A fully loaded 45 semi-automatic. One wrong move, chubby man, and you’re toast. And your little reindeer, too.)

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

    • (First acid. Then hash. Now the fat man’s snorting blow. Hell, I’d fly too.)

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

    • (And at that point I woke up and realized that I must have been dreaming. Yeah, it was all a dream. Except next morning when I went to get the paper there were these big piles of shit all over the lawn…)

Oh, yeah – Merry Christmas. And Happy New Year.

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Connecting

Merry Christmas my friends

As we head into the Christmas weekend,
I want to wish all my weblog readers
the happiest of days,
the wealth of friendship and family,
and peace.

Please join with me in wishing the world
peace, comfort, and joy
at a time when we need all three.

Merry Christmas my friends.

Shelley

Categories
History

Shipwrecks!

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

By the way, Fitzgerald, how are you making out with your problem?”

“We are holding our own.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll be talking to you later.”

So ends the last communication between the ore ship The Arthur M. Anderson and the ill-fated ship, The Edmond Fitzgerald. The Fitz, as it was known, went down with all her hands on the night of November 11, 1975, during a gale on the Great Lakes.

She’s been immortalized by being the focus of the haunting ballad, “The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgeral”, by Gordon Lightfoot.

History is dotted with stories and sagas of ships lost at seas. Each story touches something within us regardless of how long ago the ship was lost. If you doubt that, consider the uproar over the discovery of the Titanic, and the subsequent film of the same name.

Tales of shipwrecks are tragic, and we grieve over the loss of life. At the same time, though, shipwrecks are mysterious and somewhat romatic, or even heroic, and always fascinating.

Wrecks on the open seas

The open sea is still the body of water that claims the most ships, and the most lives, beginning with probably the most famous of shipwrecks, the Titanic.

The Titanic

The Titanic entered into legends on the 15th of April in 1912 when she went down in the Atlantic after hitting an iceberg. Her crew sent an SOS message with the words “We have struck an iceberg sinking fast come to our assistance”, but help would arrive too late to save the more than 1500 souls lost when the Titanic sank.

To most of us the Titanic is remembered as the greatest maritime disaster of all time though other shipwrecks have taken more lives. However, there’s something about an unsinkable ship going down on its maiden voyage, lost in the cold dark waters of the Atlantic that is haunting. Add to this the ship’s band playing “Nearer my God to thee” as it went down, and you have the stuff of legends.

Probably no shipwreck is as well understood now as that of the Titanic. We know that the captain of the vessel, E. J. Smith, was on his last voyage and wanted to bring the ship in within record time and ordered the ship’s speed increased. Add to this a moonless, dark night, too few lookouts each inadequately equipped, and ignored warnings about icebergs in the area, and it isn’t all that surprising that the ship hits an iceberg.

The Titanic and the loss of life suffered from this shipwreck were all the result of arrogance. Arrogance on the part of the White Star Line (owner of the Titanic) dispensing with the correct number of life rafts because it would spoil the lines of the ship. Arrogance on the part of the Captain to disregard warnings and take even the most basic of precautions.

Arrogance on everyone’s part to believe humanity can ever create an unsinkable ship.

World War II Tragedies

The greatest shipwreck tragedies in history were not the result of icebergs or foul weather or other natural event, but because of war.

On December 7, 1941, the United States entered World War II suddenly when Japanese planes bombed Perl Harbor in Hawaii. Among the lost, the USS Arizona was sent to the bottom with a loss of 1177 crew.

Two shipwrecks during the war caught my attention because, between them, they are the worst shipwrecks in history in regards to loss of human life. The ships were the Lancastria, sunk by German planes on June 17, 1940; and the Wilhelm Gustloff, sunk by Russian planes January 20, 1945.

Little is known about the sinking of the Lancastria, as the information is still held under the Official Secrets Act at the order of Winston Churchill and all official records are sealed until 2040. What is known is that the Lancastria was tapped by England to be a troop carrier after the start of World War II. On June 17, 1940, Captain Sharp was told to aid in a troop and refuge evacuation from the shores of France and to disregard passenger limit laws. Though an exact count of passengers is unknown, an estimate put the number of people on the Lancastria this day between 6000 and 9000 people.

As the ship got underway, German planes appeared in the sky and starting bombing the rescue ship. Another rescure ship, Oronsay was hit first, but the Lancastria was next getting hit by 4 bombs.

People jumped into the water as the ship rapidly started to sink, and the German planes started shooting at the survivors. By the time the action was finished, only 2500 people were pulled from the waters that day — losses were estimated (only estimated) at between 3500 and 5500 souls.

The Allies were not the only ones to suffer losses in the sea. On January 30, 1945, the German rescue ship Wilhelm Gustloff was in the Baltic carrying wounded German soldiers and refuges from Eastern Prussia when it was hit with three Russian torpedoes and sank rapidly. The waters were frigid and most of those who jumped off the ship died from exposure or from being pulled under by the sinking ship. All total, over 7000 souls died with the sinking of the Wilhelm Gustloff.

In one case, the tragedy of the sinking of a ship and loss of life, is compounded by the tragedy suffered by its crew after the ship has gone down. The first tragedy was the sinking of the USS Indianapolis, on July 30, 1945. The second tragedy was how the United States Government and the US Navy in particular handled this shipwreck.

The USS Indianapolis carried the first atomic bomb to the an island near Guam, and was sunk by a Japanese submarine on its return trip. Tragedy one. Of the 1196 people on board, 900 survived to make it into the seas. Before going down the crew sent distress calls, but no rescue was initiated; this was the beginning of the second tragedy of this ship.

In the nightmare days that followed the sinking of the Indianapolis, the survivers were killed, one by one, by sharks in the area, or died from drinking the salt water or through their injuries and the exposure. They stayed in the waters for five days, until they were accidentally discovered by a Navy pilot. By this time, only 300 survived to tell this tale.

One of the survivers was her captain, who was then subsequently court martialed, ostensibly because the captain did not use a zig zagging course to make it a more difficult target to hit. Conjecture is that someone had to be blamed for this awful tragedy, and the captain was picked.

The Perfect Storm

Warning: The Perfect Storm Movie Spoiler ahead

It seems that tragedy and boats work well for Hollywood as the release of the movie Titanic and the recent release of The Perfect Storm, have demonstrated. Where the two differ is that the central characters in the Perfect Storm were very, very real, and the tragedy happened in just the last decade.

The Perfect Storm is about an incredible storm (actually three storms melded into one major storm) that hit the coast of New England in November, 1991. The storm was given no name at the time (it spanned more than one storm category), and eventually became known as The Perfect Storm.

During the storm, the Andrea Gail, a fishing boat hailing from Gloucester, Mass, lost its fight against seas with waves towering over 100 feet in height, with the loss of all the crew.

Lake and Domestic Shipwrecks

Not all shipwrecks occur in open seas. This article began with coverage of the Edmond Fitgerald shipwreck, which occurred on the Great Lakes. The Lakes has more than its shares of sunken ships and tragic tales, primarily due to the adverse weather that can hit these lakes.

In 1905, the infamous “Mataafa Storm”, considered one of the worst storms to hit the Great Lakes, was responsible for the loss of 18 ships, including the Amboy, a three-masted schooner, the George Spencer, and the Madeira. The loss of life from this storm was 36 souls, but this number would have been higher if not for an incredibly brave, and quick thinking, sailer on the Madeira.

When the Madeira crashed on to the rocks during the storm, it began to break up. Fred Benson, one of the ship’s crew, jumped from the ship to the rocks, holding on to line he pulled from the ship. He climbed a cliff next to the ship and dropped the line down to the bow, rescuing three men. He then dropped the line down to the stern, rescusing five more. The only person lost was the first mate, who went down with the ship before he could climb to safety.

The Empress of Ireland a Canadian steamer, sank in 14 minutes when she was struck by a Norwegian ship, the Storstad, in the Gulf of St. Lawrence on the 29th of May, 1914. The Storstad had an ice breaking steel bow, and the Empress of Ireland received devastating damage, sinking too quickly for most to reach the lifeboats. Over 1000 souls were lost in this shipwreck.

When we lived on Lake Champlaign, a shipwreck was found that belonged to a fleet headed by Benedict Arnold, as he engaged in a battle with superior British forces on October 11, 1776 (Arnold not having made his fateful decision to switch sides, at the time).

This ship, a gunboat with a 50 foot mast and cannon still in place, was one of several ships lost, including the loss of 10 percent of Arnold’s men. Two ships were sunk by the British, and Arnold sank five himself, to keep them from falling into British hands.

Other shipwrecks that occurred in the past are discussed in the next section.

 

Shipwrecks Prior to the 1900’s

Some of the worst shipwrecks of all time have occurred in this last century primarily because we build larger ships carrying more people. A ship sinking now can mean the loss of thousands of people, as we have seen with earlier stories. Additionally, it seems as if more people are on the waters than at any other time in history. However, history does have its share of interesting shipwrecks.

The Swedish warship the Kronan exploded and sank on June 1, 1676, just before Sweden was to engage in a battle with with an allied Danish-Dutch fleet. The Kronan took 800 men with her to her watery grave in the Baltic sea.

Another Swedish ship that ended up under the sea and in history is the Vasa, which carried 64 cannons. However, these cannons never saw action because the Vasa sank the day it was launched, in front of a huge crowd of spectators. Not only did the ship sink, it sank so fast that up to 50 people on board the ship were trapped with her when she went down.

The Vasa was discovered in 1956, and salvaged in 1961. A museum was created to house the ship, one of the most complete and best preserved ships of the time. However, the most unnerving aspect of salvaging this ship is that she still contained 25 skeletons of the people who had gone down with this ship.

In September of 1653 Oliver Cromwell sent troops to crush the Scottish royalists as they faught for Charles II. Among the ships was the Speedwell of Lyn. Upon arriving at Scotland, the soldiers found that the Scots has left the coast and moved inland to a stronger castle. However, before the ships could leave, a gale hit the anchored ships and the Speedwell of Lyn was capsized taking 23 men. According to a report from Colonel Liburne, in charge of the expedition, the ship went down “…in sight of our man at land, who saw their friends drowning, and heard them crying for help, but could not save them.”

Another shipwreck has an interesting history, not so much for when the ship sank, as what caused the ship to sink. This is the wreck of the Maine, an event that ultimately led to a war between the United States and Spain. In fact, a rallying cry during the war was “Remember the Maine and the hell with Spain”

During tensions between Spain and the United States over Cuba at the end of the last century, President McKinley sent the Maine to Cuba in January of 1898, to show an American presence in the area. On the night of February 15, a huge explosion destroyed the Maine, and killed 250 men instantly, with 16 others dying over time from injuries related to the explosion.

An investigation of the Maine at the time led to the belief that the Maine was destroyed by a mine, though there was no direct accusation was levied against Spain. However, anger about the Maine was strong and eventually we were in the midst of the Spanish-American war.

In 1911, engineers were to evacuate the water from around the Maine and an investigation was again made about what sank the Maine. Again, investigators believed that the explosion was a result of a mine or some other externally applied explosion. We’re now done yet. In 1974, Admiral Hyman Rickover opened yet another investigation of what cauesd the Maine to sink. This time the investigation came to a conclusion that the explosion on the ship was from an internal, not external source; something such as a coal bunker near the weapons.

No, not at the end of this story yet. In 1998, the National Geographic and Advanced Marine Enterprises (AME) also investigated the Maine evidence and their finding was that it was most likely a mine that sank the Maine. However, since there are some who dispute this finding, the true story of what sunk the Maine is a story still being told.

Archeology of Shipwrecks

We know much about the history of shipping through written accounts and paintings and drawings of ships from the past, but we are learning more through the use of underwater archeology. Thanks to advances in deep sea exploration equipment, we have seen the Titanic in its final resting place, explored the wrecks of historic fleets off the coast of Florida, as well as discovering the remains of Napoleans fleet.

Underwater archeology combines archeological techniques with modern diving equipment, exploring wrecks in both shallow waters and deep. It can be a particularly dangerous occupation, considering that many wrecks are in deep waters, and the very nature of the wrecks present danger, with sharp metal edges and wreckage that can entangle a diver.

Regardless of the danger, underwater archeology is an important tool to finding out more about our past.

There is one specific archeological find that is considered significant for the history of the United States, and this is the discovery of the Henrietta Marie. This ship went down in heavy seas in 1701, and it wasn’t an important ship, nor one that figured, greatly, in history. However, it became a famous shipwreck because it was the only North American slave ship ever to be found and studied.

The finding of the Henrietta Marie brought part of our historical past into clear view. One finds that it’s hard to be impersonal about a time in the past when viewing, in person, the iron shackels of a slaveship.

At times archeology of shipwrecks gets blurred with treasure hunting of shipwrecks. Treasure hunting is an interest in finding portable (or making portable) sections of the ship or its cargo that can be brought on shore and sold. Treasure hunters have been responsible for finding many lost ships. Unfortunately, they are also, sometimes, responsible for disturbing significant sites. However, it is a known “treasure hunter” Mel Fisher, who discovered the Henrietta Marie, though it was left to others to discover what he found. He and other treasure hunters, such as Art McKee, also helped to discover and explore the Spanish Treasure Fleet of 1733, as well as other significant finds.

 

There can be controversy surrounding treasure hunting, or archeology, however you want to refer to it. The Titanic is a classic example of this. Many folks thought that the Titanic should be left alone, a fitting memorial for all of her lost souls. When the organization that found the Titanic, RMS Titanic, Inc. started bringing up pieces of the ship, and selling them (and you can buy pieces at the company’s site), the lines between salvaging to reclaim part of our history, and salvaging to make a buck can be a bit blurred.

In all the discussion of ships in this article, not once did I mention pirates. However, you can’t talk about sunken ships and treasure without mentioning the recovery of the infamous Black Beard’s ship, Queen Anne’s Revenge.

Blackbeard was a pirate with a short history and a bad reputation. His real name was Edward Teach, and he became a pirate captain in the year 1716, at about the age of 36. Blackbeard sailed the Atlantic outside of the Virginia and North Carolina’s coast, until his death at the hands of Robert Maynard of HMS Perl in 1718, two short years after Blackbeard started his pirating career.

In 1996, divers found a sunken ship in 20 feet of water off the coast of North Carolina. Identification placed this ship as the Queen Anne’s Revenge.

Pirates and piracy. Now that’s another interesting topic for another tale from the sea someday.

Categories
Specs

More WaSP Sucks

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

After the initial fairly unpleasant comments attached to a weblog I wrote earlier, basically blasting WSP (Web Standards Organization, at http://www.webstandards.org), I’ve had several thoughtful responses from readers leading me to want to respond in kind.

To be honest, I never was that interested in WSP or its initial efforts. I support the concept of web standards, and I’m all for a stable baseline of technology from which to build web content. However, I felt that WSP was late in their formation, as well as late in their effort. In the last three years, WSP generated a lot noise, but I doubt that the group had the positive impact that they believed they had. I still believe, strongly, that the moves towards adopting W3C standards support were based on business practices rather than a set of petitions signed by a group of web designers and web page developers and several press releases. No offense .

As for negative impact…

Thanks to wonderful web services such as the Web Archive’s Wayback Machine and Google’s publication of older usenet postings, I found a thread about a specific WSP open letter to Netscape. You all remember this one? I remembered it, but found it resurfacing when I was poking around the usenet archives. I want to very, very carefully comment on this open letter and what led to it.

Netscape made a gutsy move to take it’s browser to open source through the Mozilla organization. Then, Netscape and Mozilla made a second extremely gutsy move — they decided that to provide the support for the modern standards and web technologies, they would need to scrap Netscape Navigator’s old layout engine and design one from the ground up. And they designed not only a new browser and layout engine, the Mozilla group designed the finest technology architecture for a web user agent I have ever seen. You don’t have to believe me, read the documentation at the Mozilla web site.

Unfortunately, a side effect of these two drastic decisions is that Netscape and Mozilla’s release of a new browser would be seriously delayed.

Rather than we, the web development public, being patient and supportive with both Netscape and Mozilla during these difficult decisions, we slammed them, we issued statements as in the above open letter, and we abandoned them for Internet Explorer (while continue to blast Microsoft for having a monopoly).

Think about it — there was no rush on this. Unless I use the more escoteric elements of CSS1, I’ve rarely had problems with getting my content to work with Navigator 4.x (though I haven’t checked it lately, bad on me). As Zeldman (one of the founders of WSP) proved in his posting this week, the older Netscape 4.x browser could support the XHTML and CSS used at the New York Public LIbrary. So, why the rush?

Still, based on public pressure such as the above, and aided by Netscape’s merger with AOL (tragic that it was), Netscape released a version of it’s browser without waiting for Mozilla to release a first public release of the underlying technology. The company was then promptly blasted because Netscape 6.0 released without total support for ALL standards, and was buggy to boot (though it has improved greatly since the initial release).

Could the Netscape or Mozilla browsers have released earlier? I doubt it, not with the necessity to create the infrastructure to support them. Could both have released without the infrastructure — as just a plain jane browser? Sure, but it wouldn’t have advanced our understanding of what web user agents can do and achieve (a concept that, unfortunately, seems to have been lost in all the standards hub bub). In this case, innovation had to take precedence over standards adherance, because innovation was at the core of the rendering agent responsible for the implementation of the standards. It’s true, this wasn’t the short cut route to delivering a browser; this was the best route, from a technology stand point.

The WSP open letter didn’t help. It really didn’t help. Because of the rush to put Netscape out more quickly, because of the rush to support standards at the cost of innovation (and I think I proved this point with this posting) we have lost an opportunity to truly explore what Netscape/Mozilla represent — a new way of doing things on the web. Not necessarily technology as in “must release a new version every six months”, but a technology built for the future — exploring new concepts, following new challenges.

Couldn’t we have waited a year or two for that? Couldn’t we have used HTML tables for layout just one more year? What would be the harm in waiting? The Mozilla folks (and the Netscape people on the Mozilla project) are working on standards support, but it takes time. And open source projects, unfortunately, usually take more time than commercial ventures. That’s a business fact of life. Couldn’t we have been patient?

End to a story that’s too long for a weblog posting: that’s why my indifference to the WSP became active dislike. Not because I’m against web standards. Not because I’m against XHTML or CSS. It’s because in a brief time in web technology history, we supported conformity over innovation; we supported the comfort and safety of living with the lowest common denominator rather than taking a chance on something bright and edgy and new. And I got pissed.

And I’m still pissed. It’s as simple as that.