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Friday, December 01, 2000

JavaScript Browser Sniffer:
Now updated to work with Netscape 6, and rewritten as variables not object oriented to work with IE3 Mac.
IE3 Mac??

Thursday, November 30, 2000

Working With Events in Netscape 6.

Wednesday, November 29, 2000

Something else I used to do:
  • I used to exercise.
    Well, not really exercise, like going to the gym or something, but at least I would get out of the house and move my body. Before we moved to St. Louis in late summer '96, we lived in NYC. Of course, like most in NYC, we had no car, and that meant getting about by public transportation and lots of walking. The walking is perhaps the single greatest thing I miss about living in the Big A. Not only is it good for the body, it's good for the soul. You get to know your neighborhood, and your city at large; you develop a connection with your environment. Now I sit in front of my computer at home, and since there is nothing really within walking distance, I have to drive in order to run any errands.

    Before NYC we lived in Asheville NC, where I was a carpenter's assistant. Willis, the carpenter in question, was a one man wrecking and building crew who conceded for a time that he could use some labor help. That was me. Together we tore off roofs, framed buildings, hauled lumber through valleys and over mountains to build decks, dug the earth in sub-freezing temperatures to pour foundations, and generally strained and sweated all day long.

    Before that I ran an outdoor kiosk for the Strand Book Store, once again in NYC. Every day I commuted in from Jersey City and set up rows of tables at the Tramway Plaza at 59th street. We worked 10 or 11 hour days, outdoors, reading and ringing up customers when we were not unloading, loading, or hauling boxes of books.

    Now, I get no exercise. Some of you may remember my ill-fated competition with my bike over the summer. My bike got a point every day I didn't ride it, and I got a point every time I did. My bike is creaming me.

    Apart from our plans to move back to NYC, I must gather my energy up and start doing some kind of regular exercise, lest the pounds continue to accrue on my dainty frame. I will. I will.

Tuesday, November 28, 2000

The 5 year anniversary of my computer addiction is coming up this January, and such milestones make me introspective (also, I'm turning 30 in less than a month, and my son is turning 5! in 2 months). Anyway, it was January of '96 that we plopped down charged up $5000 for a Power Computing Power Wave 120 and various peripheral devices and software packages so that I could try my hand at this crazy new thing called web development. Actually, though I call myself a developer now, I thought I was going to be a web designer. However, I quickly realized that the ability to spot bad design doesn't make you a good designer yourself. Nor was spotting bad design particularly difficult on the web in '96.

Anyway, since that time I have spent more time thinking and talking about the web and computers and the World Wide Computer Inter Net at large more than anything else in my life. Of course, that's not all bad, but lately I've been thinking about things I used to do before computers took over my life. Here's one of them, with more to follow:
  • I used to read books.
    I like books enough to have an English Literature BA, yet I just ended a 3 year streak wherein I did not read a single novel. I've read the occasional short story, read various poems, and even discussed authors and novels with other literary friends. But I didn't read a single book in that period.

    I'm on the mend, though, having just finished re-reading 100 Years of Solitude (fantastico), laboring through Philip K. Dick's Eye in the Sky (absolutely awful), and beginning HG Well's The Invisible Man (I had to get some good Sci-Fi in me). I've promised Jon to make Moby Dick my next book, and C. recommended Hesse's The Glass Bead Game, which I've purchased and plan to read after the whale tale. It is a joy to get my head back in literature.
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