The Weave

My ol’ buddy and housemate Bill Weaver emailed me a link to his 2004 pictures, in which i learned, variously:

1. My hometown still produces seasonal events of heartbreaking beauty and quaint silliness, such as the leaf change and the municipal bluegrass festival band names.

2. Bill visited an incredible residence belonging to some wealthy person.

3. WFHB still exists (but I knew that already).

4. Guns Save Lives.com

5. One of the churches I attended as a child now has a new cupola over the nave crossing, probably an interim to a steeple originally planned when the church was built in the early nineteen-hundreds (There’s supposed to gbe a ghost, but never saw one).

Whether Bill knows that his annual photo updates are a kindness to me personally or not, I do not know. But they most assuredly are.

Pot, meet kettle

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On the bus ride home, my AvantGo feed of Wired News presented me with this astonishing information.

Apparently,

TOKYO — Your eyes probably hurt just thinking about it: Tens of thousands of Japanese cell-phone owners are poring over full-length novels on their tiny screens.

In this technology-enamored nation, the mobile phone has become so widespread as an entertainment and communication device that reading e-mail, news headlines and weather forecasts — rather advanced mobile features by global standards — is routine.

Now, Japan’s cell-phone users are turning pages.

Several mobile websites offer hundreds of novels — classics, best sellers and some works written especially for the medium.

Once again, I find myself living in the future of the future. Really, it’s not at all what I had planned. I had a hovel in the country all picked out, replete with peeling lath walls and choked with charcoal dust, tracked with crushed pastels and aromatic with turpentine and linseed oil. Oh well; this only adds to my conviction that personal desire is a thing of absolute irrelevance.

Returning to the topic at hand from such – ah – pastoral reflections, I am becoming aware of the odd limitations that the Palm OS and associated apps enforce upon users. In this case, my immediate reaction to seeing the story, of course, was to blog it.

But how? AvantGo provides no direct URLs in the story feeds. I could copy it to the clipboard, paste it into mo:blog, thumb out a few words, and save it to sync when I got home – or even upload remotely as I did yesterday.

But how in the world could I get a screenshot of the eye-popper that prompted the entry? Anyway, I’m sure I’ll have some longer-form thoughts on the general topic of this rather absurd mountain-climbing I’m engaged in. As I have remarked, I had literally no idea what I was getting in to. I thought this whole thing was a done deal and I was walking down some well-trod path, one that preferably passed though a bucolic countryside and ended in a garden cottage.

Reasons

Bryan explains why he’s easing over to Firefox from Safari. I have been more or less doing this myself, although I haven’t loaded FF up with plugins.

What I would really like is bookmark sync between the browsers.

Also, come to think of it, Safari’s bookmark manager implementation is waaaay slicker than Firefox’s; also the default text-entry form display in Firefox is 12-pt Courier, which really sucks if you are entering lots of HTML in fixed-width form boxes. I also miss Safari’s excellent in-text-area interactive spellchecker.