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Writing

Get this man a weblog

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

As if you don’t know from previous entries, I am a huge SF Gate fan, reading it every day as well as subscribing to several email newletters. One of the main reasons why I like the publication so much is writers such as Mark Morford. If there is anyone in mainstream journalism who should have his own weblog, it’s Mark.

In today’s SF Gate Morning Fix Mark expresses his opinion about a new hair storage company, that will store hair samples until science invents a method of hair cloning and a cure for baldness. He writes:

In related news, another startup, Getoverit, Inc., will begin storing samples of semen, blood, lace lingerie, the menu from that cool little Thai place, and old photographs of slightly drunk couples smiling at that guy’s birthday party that one time, all stored in old loosely sealed yellow Tupperware containers and stacked in the back of founder Susan Barricelli’s garage under some old paint cans and her ex-boyfriend’s golf ball collection until modern technology finds a way to uselessly revive old relationships so you can have your heart wrecked all over again. “It’s only a matter of time before someone finds a way to efficiently re-drag your heart through the emotional mud and make you feel like a leftovor corn dog and leave you crying in your Raspberry Ginger Detox Yoga Tea,” Barricelli sighed, sipping her tea.

In his regular column last week Mark wrote about the current situation in the Middle East, the War on Terror and the general level of warmongering that seems to exist:

No one is preaching peace. No one striving for genuine camaraderie or balance or compromise. And too few of us seem willing to believe that 9/11 has mutated into a brutish hollow excuse for the Bush administration to perpetuate a war for oil and to proclaim new enemies and to chip away at the Constitution and your civil liberties in the name of increased federal control and fewer dissenting voices.

 

Warmongering — discussions occurring with an almost obscene glee every time another atrocity in the name of “peace” is committed. Compromise is for the weak, the evil, the lost. A quick look at all the new “warblogs” in weblogs.com should refresh your memory if you don’t know wherefore I speak.

But I digress. Speaking of little green worms in sour black apples, as Mark would say if he were me but he isn’t me so he hasn’t said it, read his columns and subscribe to his newsletter — it’s worth the inevitable but barely noticeable increase in spam.

(Thanks to Stavros for reminding me to share Mark with others.)

P.S. Check out another person’s view of Mark — from the Christian Resource Net.

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Writing

Get this man a weblog

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

As if you don’t know from previous entries, I am a huge SF Gate fan, reading it every day as well as subscribing to several email newletters. One of the main reasons why I like the publication so much is writers such as Mark Morford. If there is anyone in mainstream journalism who should have his own weblog, it’s Mark.

In today’s SF Gate Morning Fix Mark expresses his opinion about a new hair storage company, that will store hair samples until science invents a method of hair cloning and a cure for baldness. He writes:

In related news, another startup, Getoverit, Inc., will begin storing samples of semen, blood, lace lingerie, the menu from that cool little Thai place, and old photographs of slightly drunk couples smiling at that guy’s birthday party that one time, all stored in old loosely sealed yellow Tupperware containers and stacked in the back of founder Susan Barricelli’s garage under some old paint cans and her ex-boyfriend’s golf ball collection until modern technology finds a way to uselessly revive old relationships so you can have your heart wrecked all over again. “It’s only a matter of time before someone finds a way to efficiently re-drag your heart through the emotional mud and make you feel like a leftovor corn dog and leave you crying in your Raspberry Ginger Detox Yoga Tea,” Barricelli sighed, sipping her tea.

In his regular column last week Mark wrote about the current situation in the Middle East, the War on Terror and the general level of warmongering that seems to exist:

No one is preaching peace. No one striving for genuine camaraderie or balance or compromise. And too few of us seem willing to believe that 9/11 has mutated into a brutish hollow excuse for the Bush administration to perpetuate a war for oil and to proclaim new enemies and to chip away at the Constitution and your civil liberties in the name of increased federal control and fewer dissenting voices.

 

Warmongering — discussions occurring with an almost obscene glee every time another atrocity in the name of “peace” is committed. Compromise is for the weak, the evil, the lost. A quick look at all the new “warblogs” in weblogs.com should refresh your memory if you don’t know wherefore I speak.

But I digress. Speaking of little green worms in sour black apples, as Mark would say if he were me but he isn’t me so he hasn’t said it, read his columns and subscribe to his newsletter — it’s worth the inevitable but barely noticeable increase in spam.

(Thanks to Stavros for reminding me to share Mark with others.)

P.S. Check out another person’s view of Mark — from the Christian Resource Net.

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Technology Weblogging Writing

Work, work, work

Working weekend this weekend.

I’m finally finishing my writing for the UPT book after too long a break (with apologies to my long suffering and extremely patient editors). And I’m finally porting my weblog to Movable Type, hopefully finishing by Monday or Tuesday.

I am partial to Blogger, and think it’s the best blogging tool to use when a person is just starting; however, the Blogger servers are just too overloaded and I want to control the hosting of the blogging tool as well as the content on my own server. If there’s a problem, then, at least I can deal with it personally.

Sorry Phil. Sorry Ev. Think of it as one less weblog stressing the system.

Radio’s a good weblogging tool, also, but I don’t care for the Userland Radio cloud and my server is FreeBSD, which means I can’t host my own Radio cloud. There are other weblogging tools, but none seem to have the level of sophistication, adaptability, and usability of Movable Type. It was the natural next choice for me.

BTW, I’m not only porting my weblog to a new tool, I’m also incorporating some features that are very unique, unusual, and abnormal for a weblog.

Abnormal. Yeah, that’s me.

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Weblogging Writing

And the truth shall set you free

I suffered a bit of an eye opener today when I read Jonathon’s response to my weblog posting and follow up from yesterday regarding self-justification. He wrote:

Yet, even though I don’t regard Oblivio as a weblog, others might. I suppose it could be mistaken for a weblog, just as Michael Barrish could be mistaken for a real person. He probably is a real person since he also uses the website to solicit web development work (though he maintains separate sites for each purpose, for reasons he explains in the story Motherfucker ). But Barrish is also a character who appears in his own stories. As does Rachel, his girlfriend. Whether she really exists and whether she’s his girlfriend is impossible to determine, without knowing Michael Barrish. Even then, the real-life Rachel may bear only a fleeting resemblance to the Rachel in the stories. (Just like the women in some of my stories.)

Of all possible outcomes of yesterday’s writing, what I didn’t expect is that the story that originated my passion might be allegorical rather than experience. I am left wondering whether I am a sophisticated patron of the arts or an incredibly gullible fool. And that’s the inherent danger of mixing the art of creation within the context of experiential recounting.

Jonathon continues with:

So, you might be asking, what’s the point of all this? The point is this: there seems to be an implicit agreement amongst webloggers to speak with an authentic voice, to tell the truth as they see it, to give witness, according to the dictates of journalism.

Storytelling depends on a belief that an artfully constructed fiction is frequently more truthful than a carefully described fact.

Must all webloggers speak of true experiences? Not at all, as witness the excellent satire of Wealth Bondage or the historical recountings of Bloggus Caesari.

However, in my opinion, if webloggers establish a truthful context for their words, then they do have a pact with their readers that says, “React honestly to my story because what I tell you is true”.

Something to think about. And write more about later because now I am off to spend the rest of the day in the hallowed halls of Hippocrates.

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People Writing

I am nuts about Herb Caen

If San Francisco can be represented by one person, that person is Herb Caen. And this week he is being celebrated: It’s Herb Caen week in San Francisco.

I wasn’t raised in San Francisco, but I know of Herb. And even if I didn’t know of “Herb Caen”, directly, I know of the type of man he was — the ultimate newspaper man. A symbol of days both more glamorous and grittier, weightier and frothier, and somehow more elegant than anything we can hope to achieve today.

In a reprint of one of Caen’s articles, What is San Francisco he wrote:

IT’S THE dramatically sudden appearance of more men in uniform than you’ve ever seen on the streets — symbols of a giant awakening to conflict, perhaps to blot out the peace and loveliness of All This . . . It’s the raucous, stark revival meeting at Third and Mission — where a man yells hysterically that he’s been “Saved!” while all about him drift broken men who’ll never be Saved, and the sightless windows of the surrounding buildings throw his words back at him scoffingly.

Herb Caen — 1940

There will never be another Herb Caen in print. There will never be a Herb Caen in the glossy pages of a magazine. And there will never be a Herb Caen in makeup in front of the camera reading from a teleprompter. However, if you read what he writes, if you read how he writes, then you know that someday, somehow, there will be another Herb Caen…

… and he’ll be here, among us. Another weblogger.

Take a moment and read about Herb:

Making the Rounds in Baghdad-by-the-Bay
Herb’s Homepage
Herb Caen Days
Herb Caen: We’ll Never Go There Anymore
Herb and the Samoans — we know this one — a simple gaff leading to dangerous misunderstanding
FBI hated Beloved San Francisco Columnist
Herb Caen: Once more with Feeling