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RDF

C2C Datahead

Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Dorothea received an email from Simon St. Laurent, the editor of my RDF book. I appreciate her respect for Simon and match it with considerable respect of my own, which will cause him no end of discomfort, I’m sure. However, I have to push back at the sentence: But Simon really is […]

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Weblogging

Happy birthday, Mark

Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Today, November 24 2002, Mark Pilgrim has a milestone birthday — he turns 30. And since this is Mark, how else does one express Birthday greetings? <item> <title>Happy Birthday</title> <link>http://diveintomark.org</link> <description> Happy Birthday to you, Mark</description> <dc:subject>Greeting</dc:subject> <dc:date>2002-11-24T00:00:30-06:00</dc:date> </item> Better yet: <item rdf:about=”http://weblog.burningbird.net/fires/000673.htm”> <title>Happy Birthday</title> <link>http://diveintomark.org</link> <description> Happy Birthday to you, Mark</description> […]

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RDF

RDF Query-O-Matic light

Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I slaved away this afternoon, persevering in my work in spite of numerous obstacles (sunshine, cat on lap, languor) to bring you RDF Query-o-Matic Light – the PHP-based RDFQL machine. A grueling six or so lines of code. I sit in exhaustion on my stool, fanning myself with old green bar computer paper. Speaking […]

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Just Shelley Weblogging

On simmer

Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Leave it to Dorothea to help me put the finger on my period of discontent. Today she writes: I find I have nothing in particular to blog today, at least nothing that I really care (or dare) to talk about. She then eloquently non-blogs about what she can’t or won’t blog […]

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People

What’s Elvish for tired

Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I’m tired and should go to bed. Today was not one of my better days. However, my cat sensed that my day was poor and quietly curled up my arms, rubbing her head against my chin, purring like mad. I took her for a walk on our deck, and she […]