In early 2002 I was living in a condo overlooking the bay in San Francisco. I had just finished a gig with Stanford University and was confident about quickly finding new work. After all, I hadn’t been unemployed once in the years since I graduated college. In fact, I could usually count on having multiple […]
Category: Just Shelley
The Trees have Eyes
The weather was fine, just right for biking along the Katy Trail. The heat spell earlier in the week had broken, just a little, and though sweat was still forming a track down her back, a slight breeze sent cool fingers up her spine. Unlike the first two days of her trek, when the heat […]
Breaking eggs
I have an egg. A perfect egg. I am lost in admiration of my perfect egg. But I am hungry. I must break the egg. I break the egg. It is awful. Slimy, wet, with a bulbous yellow eye. And I am sad. But look! I have an omelet! A perfect omelet! I am lost […]
And with all that
And with all the unpleasantness this weekend, including a comment breaking my XHTML, captured for posterity by the playful, puckish, Anne, I find that I have misunderstood one key element of the RDFa specification, and have embarrassed myself greatly. Why is every time I touch anything to do with the W3C or associated mailing lists, I […]
Hire me and other activity
So, what am I doing when I’m not giving the HTML WG a bad time? I’ve been putting together a Hire-me page, as well as a page for my books. Both are linked in a new sidebar item, along with links to my Amazon Wishlist, and to donate to help defray the costs of my […]
