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Welcome to WordPress!

Here we present to you the first official post written in WordPress.

WordPress is a fine open-source weblogging application written in PHP, which is not Perl, but we’re using it anyway. ;)

In fact, while we’ve hacked on PHP a bit in the past, we’re quite excited at the prospect of doing more. So this should all work out fine. (Unlike other things going on elsewhere…)

Oh, expect parts of this site to be broken until the transition is complete. I do not have a date set upon which the transition will be complete, but if things are broken for too long, feel free to bug me about it.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank all the WordPress developers, contributors, and supporters. Feel free to leave a comment, which is something that hasn’t been possible here since 2000 or so…

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Odd Rock Cafe (circa 1988?)

The gang at the Odd Rock Cafe, circa 1988

Blast from the past, courtesy of Dave K.

Dave sent me some video of the “Social Distortion incident” at the Odd Rock Cafe, which might have happened in 1988, but I’m not entirely sure I have the year right…

In the photo, from left to right is me, Scott Schoenbeck, Rob, J.J.(?) Bill Couture, and Brad Stezala. Rob and Bill are doing some sort of funky hand-jive thing that in the video looks like they are describing an automobile accident.

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12 Days of Podcasting

I came up with this crazy idea, and since I didn’t think it was something I could pull off, I enlisted Drew to do all the hard work. The result is such: 12 Days of Podcasting. Enjoy…

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Mouse Hunt (Sort of…)

So I’m in the office in the early morning, which happens to be in the basement, and Lucy the Cat is getting all buggy. I soon realize why when I hear noise in the ceiling. Crap. A mouse. This happened once before… Damn mice…

Sure, you would think with two cats in our house the mouse problem would be nonexistent, but you would be wrong. I put Lucy on top of the large metal cabinet where we last saw a mouse, and we wait. Finally! A small face appears in the crack between the ceiling and wall, right where the window is. (I’ve long ago caulked the window shut due to August flooding…) Lucy the cat and the mouse are now face to face, maybe 6 inches apart and… nothing. Lucy sort of stares at it, and it runs away. Thanks, Cat!

Later Tinkerbell (Cat Number 2) is trying to get behind the clothes dryer because she hears something. Now I thinking it’s more than one mouse, since, you know, we’re on the other side of the basement. I jump on the dryer and look and see something which appears mouse-like scurry away.

Mouse 2, Cats nil.

One more time down to the basement at night, and I see a tail right behind the door. A bushy tail… Too small for a cat’s tail. Well, it was no mouse, it was a baby squirrel. Well, my size 12 boots made short work if it! I’m kidding, you don’t kick (or stomp) baby squirrels. The little thing was no threat. It was lost and confused. I slowly put a bucket over it until I could get it out. Lucy came down and I showed her the baby squirrel and she was curious, but that’s about it.

I got some heavy gloves and a big glass jar and put Simon (yes, I named him Simon) inside. I showed the girls, and the cats, before I took it outside. I thought we should give Simon some nuts, but it was ultimately decided against, so there were no nuts for Simon.

I took Simon the Baby Squirrel out to the park behind our house and after I forced him to get out of the jar (I don’t think he wanted to) he scurried up a tree. Goodbye Simon!

Oh, Emma informed me it was a flying squirrel, and she should know since she did a report for school on squirrels.

Squirrels in the house is not uncommon I guess, though I’d keep them out of your bed. Supposedly flying squirrels were often pets. Of course I also discovered that one of it’s principal enemies is the cat. Flying Squirrel Central has more, and if you are looking for a great webmail application I highly recommend SquirrelMail

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The Curse of the Middle

Don’t you hate being in the middle? I mean, I ask you this assuming you are one of those people in the middle somewhere. All you experts and know-nothings can stop reading right now…

What is “The Curse of the Middle” you ask? It’s simply being in a position of being good and/or knowledgable at something, maybe better than a lot of people, but just not an expert. Mark at BrainWagon hit on this recently in a podcast when he said “People who don’t draw think that I draw reasonable well, people who actually are artists think that I draw terribly.” Bam! That nails it.

I sometimes feel I’m doomed to the middle. To always be a middler. Stuck. Never to go up (please?) or down (hopefully!) It’s like that episode of Seinfeld title "The Opposite" where Jerry is “even Steven” and things just always work out, no big wins, no big losses.

So on to my area of expertise… I don’t know if I have one. If I do, I can’t quite see it. I mean, I dabble in a lot of different technologies, Linux, Mac OS X, Perl, HTML, syndication, MySQL, automation, and on and on but I just don’t consider myself an expert on any of them. Why is that!? It is just me? I mean, other people think I’m an expert on things, of course this is just due to them not knowing as much as I do about a subject. How can I be an expert when there are people who know 10 times more than I do, and are 10 times better than I am, and are looked up to as experts?

The last time this subject came up in a career-type question it was sort of explained that I was someone who was not an expert in any one thing, but had very broad experience in many different things… Is that it? Am I ok with that? Should I even care about this “expert” thing?

It’s all so very confusing…

I used to work at a place where I was convinced if anyone else figured out that Google existed I’d lose all value. I suppose back then my expertise was in finding answers no one else could.

Does it all have to do with the pool you swim in? Is it all relative? I mean, at home I am the “computer expert” but if I go to a LUG meeting that might not be the case. That’s the geo-angle, but expand that to the internet, what does it take to be an expert at something on the big old internet? (I don’t even want to think about it!)

What makes an expert anyway? I know this guy who is often amazed at some of the things I come up with. To him I guess I’m an expert. He tells me I should write a book, and I pass it off. Of course we’ve learned that you can make more money selling the book than writing the book, but which one will make you an expert? An expert at what? The subject of the book, or the subject of selling books?

Anyway, I thought about it a bit more and told him “I am writing a book, it’s just on the internet!”

(New chapters daily!)