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An Entirely Other Day
And another one on the downside.
I noticed with interest the brief discussion of SAP on Suzanne's weblog, This Is My Brain on Blog. Having spent a majority of the 1990's right smack dab in the middle of one of those corporate conversions to SAP, I feel quite qualified to offer another jab. After five years and $500,000,000 (that's half a billion dollars folks), our IT department now proudly offers less information to the business functionaries than from our 20 year home-grown legacy systems. Progress is a remarkable thing. Oh, and Suzanne, if you ever want to discuss details, just drop me a line.
Well, a couple of days have passed and Microsoft is still having problems. I mentioned on Thursday a certain curiosity about how their news organizations would report this story. It is my understanding the MSNBC cable TV outlet reported the outages during the day time, but there wasn't a peep on the prime time news when I was watching. To their credit, the MSNBC web site does have the story on their front page.
The Tuesday-Wednesday outage is being blamed on human error by a Microsoft network technician, while the Thursday-Friday blockage is attributed to concerted denial of service attacks, or so the Microsoft properties are reporting. It seems convenient coincidence I suspect the entire episode is related to the latter problem with Microsoft trying to save face. We shall see.
Television production has a natural distaste for the Internet. After all, they now have a new competitor for "eyes" and market share. It seems, though, that most TV news stories we see about the Net focus on the negative aspects. Cyber crime, porn, spams and scams, adoption scandals, dysfunction, predators if you believe television, the Internet is hell on drugs. If anyone ever sees a TV report about all the wonderful communities springing up in cyberspace, let me know. In the mean time, you can find me on the Net with the other scum.
From this raggedy man, your two raggedy looking men are absolutely right. Whatever you may say about raggedy men, we do have good taste, though we don't taste good.
"Last night I knew that madness was no longer a stranger. She came and rested her head on my pillow. This time it was I who had to break the gaze. I can no longer stare her down in defiance. I tried to count backwards and got lost repeatedly. I waited for the train's whistle - but when it came I couldn't follow it away - down the tracks. And I couldn't sleep. I hope tonight is better."
It occurs to me with the recently successful Blogger server fund plus the donation of an entire server by Web Techniques, that perhaps Pyra could pony up themselves now and offer hosting to BlogVoices. Just a thought.
End of the Netscape browser? AOL Time Warner this week moved the Netscape browser development group away from the Netscape.com portal division and into the AOL Technology group. While the code jockeys may be happy to be removed from content production, look for any future development to be integrated into AOL's ISP client. More here.
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A very Happy Birthday to someone special. Always willing to offer a word of advice or a shoulder to lean on with a sensible, yet sensitive perspective. I'd tell you how old Susan is, but they say that isn't polite. Let's just say she's the same as me and leave it at that.
My little dogs sit in here all night. Soon as I turn out the lights for bed crunch, crunch, crunch. Time to eat. Never fails. And yep, there's that too.
Journalism? Excuses or denial? MSNBC's parent is, of course, Microsoft. Let's give them a couple days to see if they report the truth, or bury the facts. Regardless, single point of failure is inexcusable. Is MSNBC willing to be journalists or corporate lackeys? We'll see.
Cry when you need to cry and scream when you need to scream. I, like many others, have been wondering these past four weeks what's been up at EOD. Now we know the chaos. Through it all, Greg Knauss once again demonstrates why he is one of the finest writers on the Web, but that isn't important today. Resistance to arbitrary capriciousness is.
For the past couple weeks there has been a gathering of crows on the campus at work. There are easily more than a thousand, maybe two. Every afternoon around quitting time they begin to swarm and swoop. It's downright eery. The noise is deafening, some folks are recalling the fear from that old Hitchcock film. Walking to the parking lot with an umbrella is advised.
Pffftt. Oh well.
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Self-acceptance is a never ending process. It isn't something you just wake up one day and have. Generally it arrives in cycles with maturity and experience, confidence and serenity. Many say we are usually comfortable in our skin by age 40, not much will change in our attitudes and outlook beyond that point. Our personal philosophies have been decided, we are consistent in our appearance and manner, and intellectually at our peak. I say it's all hooey. I'm the same insecure twit I was at 16. Who wants to get complacent?
Sunday means Bluzz of the Week. Through this feature, I'm searching for the brightest, funniest, most controversial or otherwise intriguing comments from the previous week's forums, journals and blogs. As bad news continues in the dotcom industry and a new administration assumes power in Washington, the importance of little moments in day to day life remains clear. If you find a true treasure you'd like to nominate for future Bluzz of the Week, even if you wrote it yourself, please let me know.
Perhaps it's a good thing we cannot recreate a moment. Dwelling in the past it's like being unexpectedly awakened from a great dream before conclusion, then never being able to resume. We are constantly moving on. Time is the least understood dimension. Michael Brown shares his little piece of everyday Texas life in his weblog Oddfellow Chatter. Last weekend he described a pensive morning walk with his pooch that reminds us to sieze the moment. A few excerpts:
"It's such an ethereal morning. I take the dog out for scheduled business to find the clouds on the ground. The tops of the trees have been swallowed up by the creeping gloom. Droplets of water fall to the ground all around me, not from the clouds but from condensation on the tree branches. When I move up to the clearing on the hill I can hear the pattering of water isolated to the grove below me. It's very peaceful, this morning, the fog, the silence. To me, it's holy..."
"I don't want to go back inside. But the pooch, he's hungry... I look back into the morning light breathe in the wet air, let it fill my lungs just before disappearing inside..."
"I feed the dog, clean up a bit, and then decide to go back out hoping to return to that moment. But the clouds have lifted quite a bit by now. It's still wet and gloomy out, but that sensation of closeness, of being wrapped up by the sky, is gone. The treetops can see me as clearly as I can see them. I should have known better than to try and repeat a moment from the past, even if that past was only scant minutes behind me. I decide to venture out anyway because it's still a beautiful morning." Michael Brown
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