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Dreamhost hosts my website and if you’re really curious why sometimes you can’t get to the blog, and you have lots of time, you could go here and read all about it. The best part are the comments below the official explanation.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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Comments such as these are hardly unique to Dreamhost. Slashdot (slashdot.org) is famous for puerile commentary. I don’t know what it is about the internet that makes people seem so annoying.
With hopes that all of you back East aren’t melting as well,
Charlie
Comment by pesky godson — May 24, 2007 @ 8:27 pm
We’re not melting, we’re frying — or will be tomorrow, anyway. Today was not so bad because the buildings hadn’t saturated to 80 degrees yet.
My very brief perusal of the Dreamhost comments reminded me of Hilary’s reaction to Harvard Model Congress (and, by extension, real congress) … something about how people seemed more interested in making speeches than in listening to each other or actually solving problems. She appreciated the Quaker response at a meeting for business when something is said with which one agrees: “That Friend speaks my mind.” (And then Silence, of course.) People only say things which HAVEN’T been said. (Theoretically.)
Comment by jennifer — May 24, 2007 @ 9:17 pm
Maybe it’s just me, but I like flame wars. Those anonymous forums free up people to say just about anything, much of which I find laugh out loud funny.
Speaking of heat and soliciting support for communal participatory events, how about joining Diane and me on a road trip to Oxford Mississippi in August. Can one imagine a better place to be than the deep south during the hottest month? Why Oxford? Faulkner’s old homestead.
Comment by michael — May 24, 2007 @ 11:02 pm
I agree with mike on this one. Anonymous, snide comments on the internet are the results of highly developed senses of humor and the absolute height of sophistication. Eat your heart out, improv!
Comment by T. Roll — May 25, 2007 @ 12:34 pm
In the 80’s in New England in May? Wow. Well, for what it’s worth, today it’s supposed to be 84 deg (and 99% humidity?) in Thibodeaux, La, where daughter KT is working. Patrick & Georgia (rakkity’s son and daughter-in-law) are now enroute to visit KT. They plan to camp out, but perhaps will ante up for an air-conditioned room.
Comment by rakkity — May 25, 2007 @ 12:47 pm
Back in the Chathouse days T.Roll and I would get email from users (and we were cheaper than Dreamhost) like Phil.
Phil Says:
May 24th, 2007 at 12:07 am
This is amateur hour. Overpromised and underdelivered. I’d gladly pay more if it meant that I’d get some level of reliability but this is starting to look like a couple of kids running a lemonade stand.
Still, I’ve got this feeling that T is riffing on me. Reminds me of his dad.
Comment by michael — May 25, 2007 @ 5:45 pm
As evidenced by my penchant for somethingawful, the sadly defunct xenisucks.com and some of my comments on this very ‘blog, I was serious.
Comment by T. Roll — May 25, 2007 @ 6:37 pm
“Most Comments” gets my vote for best innovation May 07.
I just reread Fireworks and its 30 comments and it pleased my soul, warmed my heart, tickled my funny bone.
A small sampling of that group, Rob, Joe, Matt, Dad and Da Man, are revisiting in a more literal than literary sense this weekend. I hope they will provide a postscript.
Comment by wetBlanket — May 26, 2007 @ 9:44 am
Off the subject somewhat, I had a mini satori Thursday while Dr Vidya Reddy ground down one of my back molars. Back in the summer of ought 62 I took an advanced science class taught by an herpetologist on his back porch to a class of four self-motivated students. As part of the course he asked us dream up a summer project.
My challenge? To grow vegetables in sand using a watery mixture of nutrients otherwise absorbed from soil. By the end of the summer and after many waterings my little garden in a box still looked like a private corner of the Gobi desert.
Lying back in the dentist’s chair and listening to the hygienist rattle on about her soon-to-be planted garden, I thought back to that science experiment. I didn’t know at the time why my careful concoction failed to grow anything, but then I didn’t really give it much thought. Life in those days was one fluid movement forward. I didn’t have any real experience growing plants until we moved to Littleton in ought 78 where I planted my first garden.
Yesterday, in that chair, in between a constant barrage of, â€Are you okay’s?†it dawned on me why nothing grew. But the point of this little ditty is not so much why, but the feeling I experienced in that chair – that my life is one long Tetris game and that one more block had slipped into place.
Comment by michael — May 26, 2007 @ 11:22 am
OK, I’ll bite. Why did nothing grow?
Comment by rakkity — May 27, 2007 @ 9:33 am
Not enough water.
Comment by michael — May 27, 2007 @ 8:09 pm
Great punch line. How was camping?
Comment by Jen — May 28, 2007 @ 11:40 am
Just posted. I’m lucky in two respects. One, to have a friend like rakkity who lets us use his property, and two, to have been part of these camping trips all these years. I worried they might end when the high schoolers became college students.
Comment by michael — May 28, 2007 @ 12:22 pm