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Davezilla’s review of Blogger Pro.
This is a man after my own heart – go after the hype kernel before it has a chance to shroom to a full hype affair!
I particularly like the “reviews” — see my ole buddy in there?
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Speaking of affordable living, did you know that the American dollar is worth 1.92 Australian dollars at today’s exchange rate? So, if you have an income from the US and lived in Australia, you could indulge in mighty high living.
What do you think, Australia — would you like more yanks in your neighborhood?
Of course, there’s a few hitches along the way. First, Australia has one of the most restrictive immigration policies in the world. If you read the Sydney Morning Herald, it frequently has stories about the refuge problem in Australia, including this one about refuge children in today’s edition.
For some reason, technology people are particularly interested in moving to Australia. I know I was seriously considering it – until I found out how difficult it is for people to move there, especially in these troubled financial times. If you’re interested, I’ll point you to web sites with information on the topic.
I wonder if techies want to go to Australia because we have this impression that the country is the last frontier, the land of the truly free, where any Joey or Jenny can carve their own niche without government intervention. Wake up, Babees! As you’ll read at Jonathon’s weblog as well as this opinion piece about South Australia’s censorship bill and the impact on P2P technologies I did for O’Reilly Network, Australian has some of the most restrictive laws on acceptable Internet content.
Still, there are all those people with them sexy Australian accents…. growrrrrr!
Update: Thanks to Zem for clarification and additional information on censorship, and to Jonathon on the issue of immigration not being the same as a difficult boat people situation.
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The National Association of Housebuilders released their Housing Affordability rankings.
I’ve been seeing a lot of bragging among the weblogs about how affordable certain webloggers home towns are. Opine Bovine points out that Kansas City is second in the larger cities, and 16th overall. Sharon (who has been sick, send her get well wishes) mentions that her town, Greenville, has an affordability rate of 75.9%, meaning that 75 percent of the people making the average income can afford to buy homes in the area.
Look waaaaaaay down at the bottom, boys and girls, and you’ll see my home, San Francisco. Right down there with all the other cities in this area. According to the statistics, only about 8% of people who work here can afford to live here.
My question then is: if people who work here can’t afford to live here, then where are they living? Secondly, if the people who live here don’t work here, then who are they, why are they here, and what have they done with the workers?
San Francisco also has the highest number of homeless in the country per capita. Hmm. Do you think there’s a connection?
(Hey, that guy living under that box — I think he makes my coffee at Starbucks in the morning.)
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The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground.
I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure writers that got so tired of being insecure that they got mad and then remained in that state.
Go to a bookstore and stand between any two bookshelves. If you close your ears and open your mind, you’ll be deafened by the sound of a thousand authors whispering their insecurities into the night. What will people say? Will they like it? Why did that critic hate it so much? Why did that jackass give me only one star at Amazon? What if no one reads it?
Chances are if you’re reading this, you’re a weblogger. If so, then you know what I’m saying. Close your eyes now, and in your mind you’ll hear a thousand webloggers whispering their insecurities into the threaded void of the Internet. Will they like it? Will I get any hits? Will I get flamed? What’s my Blogdex index? Why is no one linking to me?
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The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground.
I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure writers that got so tired of being insecure that they got mad and then remained in that state.
Go to a bookstore and stand between any two bookshelves. If you close your ears and open your mind, you’ll be deafened by the sound of a thousand authors whispering their insecurities into the night. What will people say? Will they like it? Why did that critic hate it so much? Why did that jackass give me only one star at Amazon? What if no one reads it?
Chances are if you’re reading this, you’re a weblogger. If so, then you know what I’m saying. Close your eyes now, and in your mind you’ll hear a thousand webloggers whispering their insecurities into the threaded void of the Internet. Will they like it? Will I get any hits? Will I get flamed? What’s my Blogdex index? Why is no one linking to me?