Entries from August 2006
Dans "
it's all about me", à "lundi", "Tuesday" => "mardi", "Wednesday" => "mercredi", "Thursday" => "jeudi", "Friday" => "vendredi", "Saturday" => "samedi", "Sunday" => "dimanche");
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$year = array ("2000" => "2000", "2001" => "2001", "2002" => "2002", "2003" => "2003", "2004" => "2004", "2005" => "2005", "2006" => "2006", "2007" => "2007", "2008" => "2008", "2009" => "2009", "2010" => "2010");
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12:15 AM CST.
I'm back from five days in Chicago, spent mostly trying to wrap my arms around the behemoth that was Lollapalooza 2006, cavorting with some lovely friends, acting like a social retard, and suffering from a mild generational crisis. The brain is sun-dazed, the body a teensy bit achy (and oh-so tanned), and the ears have been both pampered and pummelled with three whole days of music.
This was also my first time back in Chicago since the early nineties (and my first real trip where I actually had time to explore), and while there wasn't much time or energy outside of the festival for sight-seeing, I did get a bit of a chance to look around. I gotta say: Chicago, you're one damn fine-looking city. Toronto should aspire to look so good.
For the many people who commented or emailed me: yes, I know Firefox 1.5.0.6 is out, and at some point in the next couple of days once I get caught up on sleep / work / quality time with the girlfriend I'll try to update my builds.
Dans "
it's all about me", à "lundi", "Tuesday" => "mardi", "Wednesday" => "mercredi", "Thursday" => "jeudi", "Friday" => "vendredi", "Saturday" => "samedi", "Sunday" => "dimanche");
$month = array ("January" => "janvier","February" =>"fevrier", "March" =>"mars","April" => "avril", "May" =>"mai","June" => "juin","July" => "julliet","August" => "août","September" => "septembre","October" => "octobre","November" =>"novembre","December" => "decembre");
$year = array ("2000" => "2000", "2001" => "2001", "2002" => "2002", "2003" => "2003", "2004" => "2004", "2005" => "2005", "2006" => "2006", "2007" => "2007", "2008" => "2008", "2009" => "2009", "2010" => "2010");
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?> at
12:49 PM CST.
Looking over the homepage reveals that I’ve posted a grant total of eight posts over the past three months - two of which were Firefox updates so they totally don’t count. All in all I think it’s safe to say I dropped the semi-regular blogging baton a while ago and never picked it back up.
I suppose this web site is easing its way through what might be the plot arc for a cheesy Hollywood romance movie starring a mid-90’s era Ethan Hawke: at first, the novelty and the newness of the relationship is intoxicating: Ohmygod you are such a good listener and you really care about what I’m saying!
After a while a narcissism-induced hangover sets in. Faster than you can say maybe we should just be friends the affair is over, and all you’re left with is a shoebox full of letters, photos, and the distinct feeling that you no longer have anything meaningful to talk about.
I originally started posting online because I enjoyed writing and wanted to improve, and like the truly self-absorbed I didn’t think it was worth doing unless I had an audience. At the same time I thought this site could be my “designer’s playground”: a place for me to experiment and grow as a designer.
The problem of course is the urge to write has faded a lot over the past year or so. I no longer plan and scheme post ideas days (or even weeks) ahead of time, and my flickering desire to inform the world of what I’ve been up to / doing / seeing / thinking hasn’t exactly overwhelmed me into action. At the same time I stopped redesigning the site because a) I was too busy working, and b) my self-induced pressure to knock the redesign out of the ballpark pretty much paralyzed me instead into doing nothing.
You know you’ve jumped the blogging shark when you’ve stooped to posting about the fact that you’ve lost the wherewithal to post in the first place. The obvious next question is, what’s next?
