Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Short trip. As I was working my way north, heading to my most favorite place in the world, I realized something: I don’t have registration for the car. I don’t have license plates, either. Now, California may accept the dealer’s name in the license plate holder and a teeny tiny […]
Category: Just Shelley
A Child’s Tale
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The purple dot lived in a land of yellow dots. Though rich of hue, it was mocked by the other dots, which caused the purple dot great sadness. The purple dot tried to change. It sat outside in the sun for days on end, hoping to bleach itself; however, all […]
Lots of writing
Lot’s of writing lately. Most of it has been focused on the books (RDF and Unix Power Tools, both for O’Reilly), but I have been making time to write new articles for the BurningBird Network (long overdue). Some of the articles are technical; some are not. Of the non-technical articles, I’m writing about hiking trails […]
In St. Louis
In St. Louis I’m visiting one of my best friends, who also happens to be my ex-husband. Divorce isn’t always a negative event, and sometimes both parties can grow from the experience, as Robert and I have done. Oddly enough, both families and associated friends have also come to see that our relationship has evolved […]
Life Jan 15 2002
Beautiful sunrise, too little sleep, and only instant coffee to drink since I forgot to get beans yesterday. Incoming mail box with 83 emails. The sweet and the sour. Yin and Yang. I’m still thinking of the SF Gate article. One thing I liked about it was the different look at Islam portrayed in the article. Since […]
