I’ve migrated blogs to new servers a few times but this was one of the more challenging. I switched to SSL and somehow couldn’t get the software to work well with it. A couple of Google searches later and I have a working solution. Luckily this site isn’t critical.
Server move – wish me luck
I’m moving this site to a new server. Wish me luck. This usually goes well but you never know. See you on the other side (I hope!).
And fall has returned
I just noticed that I posted something back in late 2010 about fall returning and it occurred to me that in the blink of an eye, 6 years had passed. Savor life, for it passes quickly.
I can hear gunshots in the distance, shotgun if I’m not mistaken. I’m wearing long sleeve shirts again, at least in the morning. And finally the orange wreaths everyone has had up for almost two months now (not kidding) make sense, though it’s still WAY too early for the Christmas trees and Christmas music that Walmart is piping through the speakers out in the garden department. “Baby it’s cold outside” somehow doesn’t work when it’s 80+ degrees. Those poor garden center workers are probably already sick of the holidays.
Now the mad rush for me to get outside projects done before it gets too cold. I put things off because it was too hot but too cold is just as bad or worse. There is a small window of opportunity.
Walmart and K-cups
That’s women’s work
Shocking to hear me say that, huh? And you don’t even know what I’m talking about yet. The thought occurred to me that this phrase and those like it have been demonized and are now attributed to have been said by male chauvinist pigs. In the modern world, women can do anything a man can do. But why is it so offensive to think that some jobs are the work of women? And similarly, some jobs are the work of men. That doesn’t mean that men and women can’t do each others jobs but certain jobs are usually gender dominated. The insinuation that jobs referred to as the work of women are somehow lowly and demeaning to women is insulting to all that do those jobs. Men clean houses, too. Perhaps the real key is in the tone of the phrase.
First!
Why is this blog here?
I need a place to store ideas and musings. A place to record random things in my brain.
Who is supposed to be reading this?
No one but me, really. But I guess there is no harm done if you do read this stuff. But it’s not aimed at anyone so don’t criticize if this stuff doesn’t make any sense to you.
What will I do with this?
I plan to print it out or save it in a file. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll write an autobiography one day and use material from here. Who knows?