Category: Life

  • Volunteer Work (Without Any Work Involved)

    At Jenn’s request I agreed to help staff the Portland Bloggers/Blogathon booth at Webvisions 3 today.

    Okay, half-a-booth. A half-table multi-purpose booth. Anyway.

    I spent most of my day listening to a series of speakers on various web-design topics. That, and trading snarky commentary with Cat. Let’s just say there was much to snark about, and snarking’s more fun with snarky company.

    And if I use a form of the word “snark” again in this entry, I’m probably going to earn some sort of Lewis Carroll Prize so I’ll knock it off now.

    Let’s not forget the candy confections courtesy of the convention center and the asian market across the street. (Thank you, Jenn!) Can you say, “ongoing sugar high?” I knew you could.

    Of the four speakers I heard, two were clearly comfortable with public speaking… and the other two were less so. One of the latter was an “ar-teest” who firmly believes that the designer should push boundaries and not give a damn about what anyone says, and should do everything possible to override the concerns of the client for the sake of doing something different and unique.

    Bleah. In contrast, the entertaining and insightful keynote speaker who spoke last made a crack about “masturbatory design” and I couldn’t help a quick guffaw.

    The other of the less-interesting speakers failed not so much because of what he said but because of a basic disconnect between his content and his audience. Let’s face it: A web-design professional either already knows about the basic history and concept behind CSS, or doesn’t care because it’s not part of their professional purvue. The poor guy was putting people to sleep in droves, which is a shame because he really meant well. Mind you, preaching standards-compliance right after an “ar-teest” has just finished preaching about throwing common sense to the winds may be a hard sell. It doesn’t help that most of his presentation was background information, and only twice did he venture into practical applications and resources.

    Lest you think this a scathing review of the conference, I’ll state again that the other two speakers were engaging and interesting, and even the “CSS guy” had good things to say. Most of the good content of the day involved the concept of “finding out what your target audience really wants, and find a way to deliver exactly that.” Radical concept, no? But when you think about the range of website designs available today, the varying ways in which content and data are presented, you can see the need for driving the point home repeatedly that you can’t just slap a bunch of product icons on a web page and expect to bring in the dough.

    Gee, I’m glad I don’t design websites for professional purposes. I’m happy just being a goofy little blog-building guy and a hostmaster for people who get to have the design headaches.

  • Happy Birthday To You, Anyway

    Happy Birthday, you.

    Another year older, several years wiser, a few pounds lighter, a bit more self-confident, more emotionally scarred, less emotionally crippled, and generally making progress as a mother, a believer, a person, if not any longer as a spouse.

    I wish you well. Yes, even now. And I always will.

    Okay everybody, it’s your turn now. Go wish Wendi a happy birthday.

  • The Official Position

    You may have noticed my recent silence here and elsewhere (though not everywhere). In large part my lack of updating was caused by a lack of anything to say, pure and simple. A smaller part of the problem, however, is an increasing desire not to get caught in some nasty crossfire.

    You may have noticed a certain level of vitriol between various involved parties who I won’t name at this point. My policy up to now has been: I will, in no way, attempt to dictate the content of anyone’s personal website. I will not take sides or attempt to excuse the behaviour of people over whom I have no authority. I encourage everyone to write what they believe to be true, or necessary to say for their own personal well-being.

    To this I must add a new policy.

    I would appreciate from all involved parties an agreement to at least attempt to deal with relevant accusations and recriminations in some private manner before airing such content publicly. Certain factual errors have crept into various postings that are not helping the situation one tiny bit.

    The truth is that many of my friends’ perceptions are unalterably colored by months of negative commentary I made in private correspondence. This has damaged whatever positive relationships may have originally been possible. I habitually took my venting too far out of line without also dealing with those frustrations in a direct and responsible fashion with the party involved.

    I can’t take back the things I’ve said or done. I can only apologize to everyone involved for making things ten times worse than they ought to have been. And before you think I’m being whiny and overly apologetic, I will state for the record that at this moment I am in a relatively clear state of mind, and I’m not beating myself up. I’m stating cold hard indisputable facts.

    There are several months yet during which I need to be able to live somewhat comfortably under the same roof as the woman I married and still care about. I’m still not going to tell anyone they shouldn’t write what they feel they truly must. I’m only asking for some forebearance, for my sake if nobody else’s, on the topic of the breakup.

    Anyone who knows me could tell you that one thing I can’t stand to do is directly impose on another human being. Well, I’m going to attempt an imposition now:

    If you have something to say about anything that’s been said or done by myself, herself or anyone directly associated with either, please do so in private first and take it public only if there’s real cause to do so. This world wide mudslinging isn’t helping anything.

    Thank you.

  • Happy Birthday, Sis

    Little Sister turns 26 today.

    If you happen to read this, Christine, just know that I’m proud of you and I hope your future is full of happiness and purpose.

    Happy Birthday to you.

  • Idiocy and Streetlamps

    Add this to the “Karel’s An Idiot” files. I realized about two hours ago that my mobile phone wasn’t at home where it belonged. I thought, therefore, that I’d left it at the office. Wendi had left for the temple a while previously, so I ran out to Holgate, hopped a bus and did the hike to the station to retrieve my phone.

    Of course, the phone wasn’t there, either. Whoopsie. “It must’ve fallen out of my bag in Wendi’s van,” I realized. So I trudged back to the bus stop and came home, to find my phone on my desk where Wendi thoughtfully placed it when she realized it was in her van.

    I could’ve just waited for her to come home and saved myself bus fare and that long couple of walks. Not to mention the joy of feeling like an utter moron.

    And now, to digress. Or change the subject. Whatever.

    I’ve been walking places my whole life. That may not seem like a profound statement until you realize that I’ve almost never driven an automobile, and I’ve lived way outside of some very small towns. One of the things I noticed during my teen years is a phenomenon I’m at a loss to explain, one that creeps me out just a bit.

    The same thing happens every time. I’m out during the evening or late night, basically any time the streetlamps are on. I’ll walk past dozens of lamps, but as I approach one particular lamp it’ll go dim. Not all the way dark, just very flickeringly dim, as if the thing just isn’t getting quite enough power to flash to full brilliance.

    If I stand and wait a while it may come back on, or it may not. If I walk the same path repeatedly, it will always be the same lamp. It’s always the nearest lamp I’m approaching, not one I’ve passed or one a block away.

    Mind you, I’ve been observing the same behaviour for over fifteen years. This includes living in Kent, Bellevue, Concrete, and various parts of Portland; it also includes places I’ve only visited once in my life.

    So, is this weird or is it just me?

    The reason I mention all of this, other than chronicling for posterity the sheer freaking bizarreness that is my life, is that it happened twice tonight: once as I was approaching LaborReady on my way to the bus stop, and once while I was at the bus stop. Yeah. Twice within five minutes is unusual even for this unusual phenomenon.

    Why yes, I do appear to be a freak from another planet. Thanks for asking.

  • Things I Learned During My Mental Health Day

    It was a long and educational day yesterday. Let me share with you a few things I learned:

    • 17th and Park is a myth.
    • If the well-organized woman who is looking over your apartments for rent does not make the time to ask detailed questions, it’s a clear sign that you’re not getting her business.
    • Lyse and Mari are not identical personalities. They’re just very, very similar.
    • Sometimes it’s okay to let your guard down in front of a good friend. Not everybody is squeamish about real emotions.
    • Karel has absolutely no business at all being in the same room as a VHS deck running a copy of The Ring. None whatsoever. And facing away from the screen for 95% of the film doesn’t help. Not one bit.
    • Lyse and Lilith are not identical personalities. They’re just… similar.
    • Doug is a very good sport.
    • There’s absolutely nothing better than the company of good friends.