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11 August 1998
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i entered my site into the open pages webring yesterday. i've always been a little leery of webrings, ever since the first just the webring one. turns out i'm kinda stuck in the middle of a bunch of geocities pages, but i guess that's the state of personal stuff on the ever-increasingly-corporate web these days. and there might be some worthwhile stuff on those people's pages, but i just have this automatic reaction when i see a geocities address to hit the stop button and go somewhere else. maybe i'll check some of them out in lynx one of these days, wouldn't have to deal with all the stupid javascript that way.
there's another, smaller, diary/journal webring, journal windows that seems to be less flooded with geocities sites, even if it's home page is there. so there's that to think about. and maybe in the long run i'll just forget this whole webring thing. we'll see.
in other technical journal news, i've almost got the nifty then interface working. i probably won't have time to get to it tomorrow (or today, now really), but before the end of the week i think.
i'll try for something more personal after i've slept. 'night.
last night/this morning i dreamt that i was traveling with sam and my mom and a woman i was dating. i didn't have any recollection of her face upon waking, but i do remember that she was wearing blue jeans (helpful, eh?). it was night and we were in some slightly futuristic city (like the kind in some 80's movie that is s'posed to take place a couple of years in the future), and we were going to another nearby city, but we didn't seem to have a car or anything, so someone was going to go ahead and look for a hotel of something.
then i was in a long curving hallway, one wall was line with bookshelves, the other with windows. some people came by to look at my books, and there were quite a lot of them, and i said that this didn't even include all the novels that i own.
and then i was waking up in a bed in a tree-house/tropical resort/open air/funky architecture kinda place, maybe the hotel from the night before, because sam and my mom and my girlfriend (although i still only remember the jeans) were there or nearby, but it had kinda meshed with my recent cross-country trip as well.
there's another, smaller, diary/journal webring, journal windows that seems to be less flooded with geocities sites, even if it's home page is there. so there's that to think about. and maybe in the long run i'll just forget this whole webring thing. we'll see.
in other technical journal news, i've almost got the nifty then interface working. i probably won't have time to get to it tomorrow (or today, now really), but before the end of the week i think.
i'll try for something more personal after i've slept. 'night.
last night/this morning i dreamt that i was traveling with sam and my mom and a woman i was dating. i didn't have any recollection of her face upon waking, but i do remember that she was wearing blue jeans (helpful, eh?). it was night and we were in some slightly futuristic city (like the kind in some 80's movie that is s'posed to take place a couple of years in the future), and we were going to another nearby city, but we didn't seem to have a car or anything, so someone was going to go ahead and look for a hotel of something.
then i was in a long curving hallway, one wall was line with bookshelves, the other with windows. some people came by to look at my books, and there were quite a lot of them, and i said that this didn't even include all the novels that i own.
and then i was waking up in a bed in a tree-house/tropical resort/open air/funky architecture kinda place, maybe the hotel from the night before, because sam and my mom and my girlfriend (although i still only remember the jeans) were there or nearby, but it had kinda meshed with my recent cross-country trip as well.