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Monday, June 24, 2002 Link Now that I know a little about CSS, everyone else has moved on to XML, XSLT, and RSS? And PHP? CHIT! Sunday, June 23, 2002 Link The karmic wheel that I mentioned last Tuesday continues to turn and wobble. That same evening, enjoying the fragrance of fresh mown hay and marveling at the daylight that still shone at nine o'clock, I was spinning eastbound along K-18 at 65 mph in the mighty Metro. I had almost passed the driving range at the Stagg Hill golf course when I heard the loudest KAPOW!! that I have ever heard— and as I make that claim I am mindful of a lightning bolt that struck near me when I was a kid that might easily have started my puberty (or might have ended it in a lesser boy). I whipped my head around toward the presumed direction of the blast and watched the shattered remains of the rear passenger-side window crumble into the back seat. I turned the car around on the highway as soon as I safely could and returned to the golf course parking lot. I hadn't paid attention when passing alongside the driving range, so I had not seen anyone on the range hitting balls. In any case, by the time I arrived at the golf course, both the driving range and the parking lot were vacant. I could fall back on the line about the fact that even god can't hit a one iron, but I'd bet that god plays a ball better than the cut Pinnacle range ball that rested with a smug smile in the back seat of my car.
This morning, Taylor departed for a week of camp in western Kansas. He took with him nearly everything he cherishes except his snow cone machine.
I've spent too much time here today, but I've used the time learning about cascading style sheets. As of five minutes ago, this page has been brought to the Internet with the help of a linked style sheet. Wheee dogies! There's much more to do on this redesign, particularly now that I've learned about some of the properties available in css. But now I'm tired, and I think I'll just watch the page to see if it boils.
Saturday, June 22, 2002 Link Well, it's simple. The redesigned page, I mean. Anal. Simple, I think. And easy to use. We'll see. |
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