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Just Shelley

I left my heart (bed, dishes, books…) in San Francisco

I received a letter from the storage company I rent a unit from in San Francisco — it’s raising the rate on my unit in February. I can’t continue with it so I have to figure out what to do with my ‘wordly goods’.

Once I have a break in writing and screwing around with the technology for this weblog I’ll head over to crawl through the stored items — figure out what to keep and what to sell, and stuff the items I’ll keep into a van I’ll borrow from my roommate.

So this is advance notice for a ‘garage sale’ in San Francisco — webloggers only.

Did I happen to mention I have 11 lava lamps? And then there’s my extensive mineral collection — don’t you all want a lovely dioptase or rhodochrosite thumbnail speciman? Or a Fluorite cabinet crystal? And a bed, table, bookshelves, futon loveseat, and so on. The usual.

But I’m not sure what to do with all my books. I think I’ll just donate them to the library system.

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Just Shelley

Trying to save the gooseneck lamp

More detail than ‘Out’…

I fell on the ice last week and hurt my lower back/hip area. It’s been getting progressively worse and today, when I tried to walk around the gentle, flat Tanglewood Trail at Powder Creek, I fell again. Except it was 70 F, and clear trails and I didn’t slip as much as take a step, feel something very unpleasant, yell out “Ow!”, or something to that effect but perhaps a bit stronger, and kind of folded in on myself like a budding flower changing its mind.

What’s worse is that I can’t sit at my desk for more than 20 minutes without some really interesting sensations that kind of make me want to take the gooseneck lamp by the side of the computer and bash it against the desk a 100 times or so.

Right now I’m jury rigged up in bed with pillows and what not and I can access the computer (thank you wireless!). But this only works for an hour or so before the goosenecked lamp starts to look mighty tempting again. This is really tedious.

Sporadic connectivity until body behaves in such a way that gooseneck lamp is no longer in danger.

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Burningbird

Out

Sorry to rescind my offer to take screenshots of your weblogs with Safari. I’m
going to be out of touch for a while, and won’t be checking my email, or this weblog.

Others will be willing, I’m sure, to take screenshots for those of you interested.

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Writing

Why writing tech is hard

AKMA has been having problems with his MT installation on Windows NT 4.0. My first reaction was to say, “Dump the trash and get a real OS, Linux”, but I realized that could be less than helpful.

Reading the discussion thread where AKMA found his solution highlights how difficult it is to write about technology. Believe it or not, it isn’t all about “First, write code. Do so without error”. There is a balancing act to the coverage, and a requirement of tone and clarity for an effective technology book.

If you make incorrect assumptions about the other person’s skill level, you frustrate them and force them into a position of having to ask and re-ask questions. Never put your audience into a position of having to ask the same question more than once.

However, if you assume too low a level, then you annoy them and they usually respond with “I know that. I wasn’t asking for___. I was just asking about____.”

Mind reading helps.

I’ve authored, co-authored, or contributed to 13 books on computer technology and have written for several online and offline magazines; it never gets easier knowing what to say and how to say it. In particular, with the “Practical RDF” book I’m just now finishing (and which I should be working on, but I’m taking a break to do laundry and a little weblogging), I had to question my interpretation of how much to cover more than once. There’s a lot of material for one book — what to put in, what to leave out. Who is my audience?

(Of course, it also helps when working with a book to have excellent editors, which I do with Prac-RDF.)

I find that the best approach to tech writing is to write to a certain level, a bit lower than the book’s assumed reading audience; and then write in a matter-of-fact voice, using a casually professional manner. Whatever I do, I avoid cute. Humor is okay (why else would I call Reification “The Big Ugly” in the book?), but never talk down to your audience, and don’t get caught up in your own cleverness — your audience will cut you at the throat.

A technical writer also never, ever makes the audience feel stupid. My job as a writer is to make you excited about the techology, interested, to answer your questions before they’re asked. My job is never to make myself seem more intelligent than I am by discussing complex topics in obscure phrases. Tech writers who write to build themselves up should be forced to eat their unsold stock.

After this book is done, I mean really done, I won’t have a professional writing assignment. For the first time since 1995, I won’t have a professional writing assignment. In the almost two years I’ve had this weblog, this is the first I’ll be able to devote all my writing and my creativity to this weblog and my web sites.

I’ll be able to finish my online C# book. I’ll be able to finish my web site makeover. I’ll be able to have some fun with my photographs, and enjoy other’s photographic endevors (which are much better than my own). More time for hiking, and driving Golden Girl around the country.

I have so many tech toys I want to create. I want to create a desktop application that incorporates WYSIWYG editing and posts to MT on my server — all using the Mozilla toolkit. There’s my PostCon system and the new Quotes. And I have dozens of other things I want to create, and new technology to explore, just for fun.

There’s so many things I want to write, and so many conversations I want to have. People to meet, too. In the flesh even. Maybe I’ll even find time for romance (which I will NOT write about).

Finally, I want to become a bigger pain in the butt then I already am with the powers that be, in weblogging and in the world. I may be broke (aren’t we all?) and I may not be writing professionally, but I still have my edge, my keyboard, my weblog, my mind, and my audience. One can do a lot of damage with all that.

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Writing

Season

Loren Webster has been providing reviews of poetry by Archibald MacLeish, interspersed occasionally with lyrics from Van Morrison. These have become my calm, quiet moments in an otherwise stressful, somewhat jagged-edged day.

Not being one for poetry, or at least, I assumed I wasn’t one for poetry, I found myself surprised by how much I’ve enjoyed Loren’s introductions of the poets. My favorites have been MacLeish and David Wagoner, as neither poet seems to overflow with artistic sensibility; or indulge themselves writing poetry dripping with contrived sentimentality.

Today, I especially liked a short poem by MacLeish, which I stole from Loren’s page for duplication here:

 

The Old Men in the Leaf Smoke

The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
They have no lives, the one or the other.
The leaves are dead, the old men live
Only a little, light as a leaf,
Left to themselves of all their loves:
Light in the head most often too.

Raking the leaves, raking the leaves,
Raking life and leaf together,
The old men smell of burning leaves,
But which is which they wonder – whether
Anyone tells the leaves and loves –
Anyone left, that is, who lives.

 

MacLeish’s The Old Men and the Leaf Smoke reminds me of another poem I’m fond of; a poem whose relevancy transcends both time and faith. I was reminded of it this week when Gary Turner’s father passed away only a few weeks after the birth of Gary’s first child, Cameron Fiona. The poem speaks for me far better than any words I can create:

 

To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones,
and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.

The Christian Bible: Ecclesiastics 3