another long night. This could get me into the discipline of writing frequently...

HAH! What are the odds of that? Well, we'll see.

The narrative burble is bereft of beneficial editing. A constant stream of low-grade verbal effluent ensues. Alliterative anomie.

Good night, Dear Diary!

Ah ha! Pages which use SSI components must have a .shtml extension... renamed index.htm to index.shtml, and it's working now. Changed settings in my Pair Account Control Setting too. At last; the Two Rivers headers and footers can now be moved, which will speed up change efficiency overall, and speed up updates locally in Dreamweaver, too.

Well, I'm most of the way there.

We digressed to the annual Apple Festival at Portland Nursery. Alex had a great time with the Treasure Hunt -- she hasn't quite caught on to orienting the map to the real world yet, but after that she navigates confidently. And she had a perfect score on the puzzles themselves.

Apple tasting seemed a little less thrilling than previous years. The experience was ho-hum, perhaps because the previous visits have taught us what are the standard varieties. Delicious? Cox? Oh, please; spare us those cliched hack varieties. More likely it's just yuppie blase. Or the decline of taste-buds with another year's advancing decrepitude...

On return, I got Server Side Includes working in Dreamweaver - on my local machine, that is. Not working yet on the live site. Ugh. But I did modify the standard Blogger template successfully, and set up a CSS file o' styles for the Blogger output data.

"!!! WRITE !!!", my very good friend told me this week.

As therapy, recreation, career direction, deconstruction or grounds for blackmail? Perhaps, purely to validate the imperative.

Yesterday I recognized that my mounting interest in Web work was pointing toward a Bloggeresque mechanism. So today I went to the source -- and here we go.

Well, provided I can incorporate the output correctly onto my vanity domain. As a server-side include. Within the larger context of a Dreamweaver-template-based site. Geekly Perfectionism R Us, Or Bust.

It's mid-afternoon on Saturday, and I hear the calling of Powell's Technical Bookstore, luring me to get a text on building PHP and MySQL database applications. The host for the three sites I'm throwing together at present supports PHP. Is this retreat to my technical roots an avoidance of the larger Issues of Life?

Certainly.

At present, retreat seems a highly rational response to a brutal month.