BurningbirdI share with PZ Myers’ a love of all things cephalopod, though I tend to favor anything related to squids, giant preferably.
Ethan sent me a link to SquidSoap, which I’ll have to try out, of course. My thanks for Ethan for thinking of me.
Just a hint to others: If anyone comes across anything related to cephalopods in general and squid and giant squid in particular, please email me. I love this stuff.
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I’m updating my PHP system, which is breaking dotcomments. So, I’m in the process of converting comments over to Movable Type. Until I’m finished, you won’t be able to post new comments.
Update: The comments system has now been converted over to Movable Type comments. You’ll have to check out the styles of the comments in both the main page and on the individual pages. Let me know if they don’t display well in your OS and with your browser.
I also listened to the discussion about calendars and I was so inspired, I removed my calendar from the main page without a second thought. Jonathon, you’re such a trendsetter, a weblogging stylist head of the pack. Alpha Designer.
You can still access previous postings through the monthly or category archives, though I only see the category archives used. Perhaps the next step is to remove the monthly archives and add in searching.
Now, on to muck up my PHP environment to add namespace parsing of XML.
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I pulled together some of the black & white photos from the trip into a little show.
I don’t have a particular ‘style’ of photography, but I do know that I’ll never be a ‘people’ photographer. When I run into interesting people, the camera sits forgotten as I chat, watch, listen.
In Bozeman I ran into a group of kids, modern day flower children, outside a gas station. They were playing music, dancing, trying to get enough money to buy gas to make their way home. One of the women, girl really, had long blond dreadlocks, gauzy skirt and tops, and with absolutely beautify tattoos over her stomach and over both arms. Intricate, traditionally colored tattoos with a strong Eastern accent.
If I were a ‘people’ photographer, I would have taken her picture and pictures of the others. But I didn’t. What I did do was sit with them for a while, hear their stories, listen to their not particularly good guitar playing, and give them a few bucks when I left. As I was driving away, one of the boys, mohawk haircut artfully colored, flashed me a huge smile and waved, and another of the girls ran up with a flower for me that she had plucked from the gas station flower bed. I left to the faint sounds of “Take care, sister!”—driving away with a smile that lasted at least 200 miles.
So, no pictures of dread locked tattooed blond innocence, or the looks on the faces of the people walking past, or the quiet giant in linen shirt and jeans who silently held out a can in one hand and an empty gas container in the other, or the boy singing folk songs as the others danced about.
I guess my photography will go in other directions. For now.
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(Note, names have been changed to protect the deliciously guilty…)
[12:19] Shelly: “Postscript: You know, there are no women involved in
the RDF/RSS working group or the RDF working group. I think this should change. Perhaps I should lurk less and talk more. Any other lady techs in the audience wish to join me?” Good point!
[12:20] you know, I didn’t know Shelly was a girl.
[12:20] i thought that was a last name.
(Reprinted with permission.)
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(Note, names have been changed to protect the deliciously guilty…)
[12:19] Shelly: “Postscript: You know, there are no women involved in
the RDF/RSS working group or the RDF working group. I think this should change. Perhaps I should lurk less and talk more. Any other lady techs in the audience wish to join me?” Good point!
[12:20] you know, I didn’t know Shelly was a girl.
[12:20] i thought that was a last name.
(Reprinted with permission.)