I was a real tom boy growing up, more interested in climbing trees then in playing with dolls. I remember getting a Barbie doll, once, and it was a real novelty at first as I tried to slip tiny little shoes on tiny little feet, and tight shirts over not so tiny hard plastic breasts. […]
Category: Just Shelley
Go Fly a Kite
The talk is of war and politics and the economy, in an endless cycle of news that drags one’s spirits down. I don’t want to talk about these things. Instead, I want to talk about kites. Probably one thing that transcends cultural differences is kites. Kites are made, and flown, the world over. There’s few […]
Cut the wires
I’ve spent too much time in technology recently, but after the work on the server today, I can take a break. Not too long a break because I have promised essays, for poets and other mad, bad, sad people. Loren started a review of Catch 22, and I wonder whether to add my own thoughts […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Practical RDF book rolls off the assembly line this week and I need to provide some support for it, including re-awakening the Practical RDF weblog and writing some articles for O’Reilly. No time for a vacation – I have a book to sell. This last week was a bitch of a […]
