Though posting in the Weblogging Dead Zone is equivalent to a tree falling in the forest and making no sound, I decided to indulge in a little desultory rambling, anyway.
I spent several hours this morning over at the RSS-Dev group, catching up in that world for the RSS chapter of the book. Imagine my surprise when I found out that repeating properties aren’t allowed in RSS. Really? They’re okay in RDF. Well, color me surprised. However, the working group is considering changing the spec and allowing repeated properties. Yes. Good. Or my Books RSS will become just plain Books RDF.
I also managed to get the Python RDF server Redfoot running, and now I have both Redfoot and Tomcat running off my web server. (Though I fear that if all this additional load slows my separated by birth twin, Stavros the Wonder Chicken’s weblog, he’s going to get stressed and begin to molt.)
I had several errands this afternoon and the weather is extremely warm and very humid; I was squishy by the time I got home. I’m hoping for a nice thunderstorm, and in preparation, I also visited the library and stocked up.
Most of the books on my to-read list are either at other branches and need to be sent, or are checked out. However, I was able to pick up The Sportswriter, by Richard Ford, The Rings of Saturn by W. G. Sebald (both recommended by Jonathon), and Geek Love by Katherine Dunn (recommended by Denise Howell).
I glanced into The Rings of Saturn at the library, and ended up standing in the aisle, reading page after page, blocking everyone who was trying to get past. I finally had to stop at one point to move back to let one woman past. When I looked up in irritation, I met the placid good natured face of a short heavyset woman with a kindly smile, arms full of books.
“Good book?”
“Yes. Very.”
And thank you for reminding me that I now live in a gentler, kindlier area, and that I still have the rudiments of good manners. Needless to say, I didn’t glance into the other two books until I got home.
(edited — removed a section talking about one of my childhood fears, and you all didn’t need to hear it and I didn’t want to read it.)
Enough rambling. If I continue I’ll start talking about my cat and what I had for lunch, next. And I’m tired.