fun with hosting
Posted in geekiness, site news on November 27th, 2005 No Comments »
Should it surprise me at all that the instructions given on my webhost’s site for running PHP scripts via cron are wrong and bad?
No, I don’t suppose it should.
Posted in geekiness, site news on November 27th, 2005 No Comments »
Should it surprise me at all that the instructions given on my webhost’s site for running PHP scripts via cron are wrong and bad?
No, I don’t suppose it should.
Posted in words on November 26th, 2005 3 Comments »
Mary Roach is pretty funny, but she’s also got some serious questions. From the front leaf of Spook: “What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that’s that – the million year nap? Or will some part of my personality, my me-ness, persist? What will that feel like? What will I do all day? Is there a place to plug in my laptop?”
Posted in site news on November 26th, 2005 No Comments »
You may start to see some book-related stuff here… I’ve been reading like a fiend lately and I’m working on a page to let me list books recently read, currently reading and on deck. (Maybe to replace the Netflix sidebar, since I’ve stopped using them for the moment.) Also for the hell of [...]
Posted in site news on November 26th, 2005 1 Comment »
So, yeah, it’s been a laugh a minute here on amphichon since I moved out to Portland, eh?
Actually it’s not been all that bad. Parts of it have been pretty good. It’s just that I’ve been in sort of a funk lately, probably a lot of it having to do with work and [...]
Posted in words on November 26th, 2005 No Comments »
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, [...]
Posted in site news on November 3rd, 2005 No Comments »
Having left the tree from where he hung, the Fool moves carefully through an fallow field, head still clearing from visions. The air is cold and wintery, the trees bare. Before him, he sees, rising with the sun, a skeleton in black armor mounted on a white horse. He recognizes it as Death. As it [...]