Monthly Archives: June 2009

Changes to my website…

…are pretty obvious to anyone who has visited before. It’s getting closer to what I’ve wanted it to look like from the beginning, but didn’t know how — or what — to do to achieve the desired result.

I think I downloaded about two dozen Word Press themes to my computer, uploaded them to my site, and ran them for a while (often a very short while), and tried to customize them without much success. A lot of the themes that provide “options for customizing” don’t provide the kind of options I was looking for. But of course you can’t know that until you install them and look “under the hood.” At last I found a theme called “Tweaker,” built specifically for people who want more flexibility than a limited list of options (click on the link to see what the theme looked like when I first started). With this theme, you have to go into the stylesheet and rewrite the CSS tags for the elements you want to change. I wanted to change a lot.

First I had to make my header/banner, using my favorite photo and my photo editing tools (GIMP). That was fun — all seventy-jillion times I did it over before I got it the right size. Then it clashed with the color of the “Search” box background, so I had to find the tags for that, and find the right shade of gray and the hexadecimal code for it. When both those things worked, my confidence went up a notch — which for me can be kind of dangerous because I start thinking I can do anyfrakkingthing.

Ever since Chris Guillebeau updated his blog with that cool background, I have wanted to use my dog photo as my background. I had no idea how to fade it out, though, so that text wouldn’t disappear against some part or other. Black text would get lost in the black areas, white text would be hard to read against some of the grays, and other colors would probably just look ghastly.

So I sat down with my GIMP again and basically tried every single effect in the menu, to see what would happen. I finally discovered that the brightness control was all I needed. The higher I cranked it, the more the picture faded. Yay. I had the background image I wanted. Now, how to install the sucker.

Back when I was working for the Kentucky Department for Environmental Protection, I took a lot of career development classes — things like how to use all the Microsoft Office crap programs, how to provide good customer service, stuff like that. I also took two one-day classes in HTML, and one in CSS. So, of course I think, hey, I know how to write this stuff. Did I not just change the header to my personalized banner? Piece of cake.

Seventy-jillion do overs later my piece of cake is nearly perfect. I seem to have a problem with some of the captions on my photos. If the caption runs onto a second line, it is being superimposed onto the first. Crazy-making. For now, I’ll just shorten the captions. That part, I can manage.

(And if you are having trouble seeing the text against the darker parts of the photo, try this — hold down your control key and hit the plus sign three or four times. The print will get bigger and then go bold. Tons easier to see — even on white web pages, and ‘specially if you’re elderly, like me.)

I have been deviating from the  plan I had for this blog shortly after I started it, which was not quite what I had originally planned, but, I’m going to return to the posting schedule I set up in the revised “tentative plan” for now. I’m still trying to find some kind of gainful employment so the dogs and I won’t starve, so any lapses from my blogging efforts will probably be because I’m having some kind of anxiety attack over an interview or other job application thing.

In Which I Invent Some Ear Decorations

I used to wear some pretty outrageous earrings. Back when I had long hair. Wow, are those days ever gone. But sometimes I get to thinking that I should wear something in my ears once in a while, so the holes don’t close up. I had that thought again Saturday, as I was thinking about going down to see what the Texas Reds Festival was all about. I didn’t want to go to the trouble of scrounging up some earwires and head pins and putting some real earrings together (the thought of wearing something I already had didn’t enter my mind — I knew I didn’t have anything that would match the bracelet I was planning to wear); I thought, “I’ll just loop some bead stringing thread through the holes and hang some beads on the thread, tie some knots, and presto — earrings.” Ha!

I spent an hour wrestling with the thread, the beads, a mirror, and my poor ears. I was sweaty and aggravated by the time I was finished, and knew that with the heat outside already close to 90 degrees, I was not going to enjoy an afternoon in downtown Bryan as much as I had anticipated. Oh, well. Maybe next year. The bonus was that I have some ear “decorations” that I can wear for several weeks if I want.  (And I’ll probably want to because working in a mirror is a pain in the ass. I’d hate to try to do this every day, even though they say practice makes perfect — I say piss on they.) There’s nothing pointy to poke me anywhere — just thread and some small beads that don’t even get in the way when I sleep. I may have discovered a whole new way to do jewelry. Using a needle threader to pull the thread through the holes was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. Check out the results. At first both ears had the same design — the one in my left ear. Now I have the artsy-fartsy one-ear-this-and-one-ear-that thing. ( I had to re-do the right side yesterday because after all the poking with needles and whatnot on Saturday, that earlobe was starting to get inflamed. Ouchy.)

One strand of thread, looped through and tied in back.

One strand of thread, looped through and tied in back.

Two strands of thread over, under, and through.

Two strands of thread over, under, and through

The Basenji Code

The Basenji Code goes something like this.

1.  If I can get it in my mouth, I should be able to swallow it.

2.  If I can swallow it, it is food.

3.  If the food makes me sick, oh, well.

4.  If it moves, I need to chase it.

5.  If I can catch it, it may be food. (See #1.-3.)

6.  If no one is watching, I’m not being a bad dog.

7.  If I’m not on a leash, I don’t have to sit, heel, stay, or listen to my name.

8.  I know that Dammit and No are parts of my name.

9.  Good dog and bad dog are relative terms.

10. I know my people love me whether I do what they want or not.

Now, I’m fully aware of the fact that other dogs, other breeds, have similar Codes, but I would make the argument that the Basenji Code predates those. It may, in fact, be the original Code upon which others are based. Because basenjis are very old. Dogs like basenjis were companions to pharaohs in ancient Egypt. They set the standard for companion dog behavior, and everything that has followed has been an adaptation gained (or lost, depending on your point of view) through selective breeding.

Humans have designed dogs that do what they’re told, no matter what, whether anyone is there to see them do it or not. (Basenjis look on and shake their heads.) This is perfectly fine, and it has made dogs that much more useful to many more humans. I have even had dogs like that, myself, in my past. I found them to be “needy.” Like, “please tell me what to do. Tell me what to do and pet me. Pet me and tell me what to do. Please pet me, pet me petme.” (In fact, my first husband was like that, too.) I’ve discovered that I’m not that crazy about “needy” creatures.

I can live with the Basenji Code. I can live with being highly selective about what toys I can give my dogs, about keeping them on leashes and watching for things they’re likely to lunge after, about picking up the shredded pieces of the various things they destroy when I forget to watch out where I leave things. I can live with their subtlty in showing how much they love me. I get them. They get me. Enough said.

This totally cracks me up


Biomechanical Artificial Soldier Engineered for Nocturnal Judo and Infiltration


Get Your Cyborg Name

That a random word-generating thingy came up with such a perfect designation for what a basenji is rocked my day. (Why do you think I make the little darlings sleep in crates at night?)

And the big gray dog

This is the third photo that I intended to put in what would be my “normal” Friday post about my recent creative efforts. Since I basically had it ready to go a day ahead of time, and then ran up against the issues with the new blog platform upgrade, I went ahead and published the other photos with my rant about WordPress (well, sort of a rant) yesterday.

Here’s the Weimaraner.

Weimaraner in colored pencil on grey art paper

The Big Grey Dog

 

Post part deux

Here’s another view of the shirt I made. A closeup of the fabric detail and a closer look at the bracelets.

A closer look at the detail.

A closer look at the detail.

Making stuff like this is a little like electo-shock therapy — only less painful, I figure (not speaking from experience here). I just know it helps me unwind.

And I’m going to wear the shirt and one of the bracelets this evening when I go to the reception at the Brazos Valley Art Center where I have a couple of paintings entered in the Brazos Valley Art League member show. Ta. Ta.

A finished project, and technical difficulties

It has been a while since I posted photos of my creative projects, so here is one I’ve finished recently.

The new shirt, the bracelet already finished, and a new bracelet.

The new shirt, with two bracelets.

My cousin, who has done a lot more sewing and clothing-making than I, helped me with the shirt, and I got to learn how to use her serger — what a cool machine.

I did finish the shirt in time to take it on my recent weekend trip to Houston. And even though it’s not a tee-shirt, it is actually cool and comfortable. Who’d've thought?

Here’s the technical dilemma. I’ve been driving computers for quite a few years, and I like them. I’ve mastered (at least to the level that I need at the moment) word processing programs, spreadsheets, web browsers, e-mail, and, to a certain extent, even databases. But I’m no expert. Even though I learned some basic HTML and CSS coding, that was a long time ago — ancient history by today’s blinding pace of change standards. So when something that is labeled as “automatic,” isn’t so much, and when an “upgrade” acts more like a “downgrade,” I’m just as much at sea as a rank amateur.

The WordPress blog platform that I run my blog on was just upgraded last week. I ran my “automatic” process, backing up the files and databases it told me to back up when it told me to. Then I went back to using it as usual. Strange things happened. Not as bad as what has happened to some of the people I’ve been reading about on the forum at WordPress.org, but stuff I noticed. Like I don’t have the handy little button that lets me toggle between the little editing window in the dashboard page and a full screen editing window — which is nice for doing on-site composing, etc. I also discovered that when I pasted text into the little editing window, it disappeared. Now, there are two ways to use the little editing window. The default is “Visual,” which looks like an ordinary notepad program and that’s how you use it. The other tab takes you to “HTML” where you can see, change, add, or eliminate the HTML tags. What I was having to do was click on the “HTML” tab to see what I had just pasted into the page. It was there, alright, with all the appropriate tags. And it showed up in my “Preview” window the way it would/should look when I published it. Weird.

I ran into another glitch when I tried to put two other photos into this post. Some of the code for one of the photos showed up on the blog page when I published. When I went back to the editor and deleted that line of code (because I thought maybe it was a duplicate) it messed up the padding around the photo, and the caption went away. More weird.

So I tried to find out if there was anything on the forums that would help. I’ve changed to the drab “Default” theme, although I was able to change the color of the header (and of course, what do I pick but grayscale — more drab), but that hasn’t resolved the problem on the admin side. I don’t do anything fancy on my site at the moment — don’t have a lot of plugins, gadgets, widgets, or gizmos to blame.

I reckon I could uninstall the upgrade and revert to the previous version, like some people on the forums have said they did — after their blogs vanished completely. Heavy sigh. I can imagine the buckets of sweat I’ll sweat over that operation. Or maybe I’ll just use this tired-looking old theme for a little while and see if they release a patch of some sort.

In the meantime, the other photos I wanted to post will just have to go into their own articles.

“It’s always something.” — Gilda Radner

Hot Dogs

There’s no getting past it. It is officially summer in Central Texas. It almost always gets here well ahead of the “calendar” start of summer, on the solstice. Some years it starts in March. I kid you not.

The temperature has been 95 degrees or higher (that’s Farenheit) for over a week, and at night it only gets down into the mid 70′s. That qualifies as summer. I don’t mind as much as I used to. Before I lived in Kentucky for 14 years, I thought I wanted nothing more than to live someplace cooler. Of course, Central Kentucky gets as hot as Central Texas, just not for as long. I discovered living there that it’s just as uncomfortable to deal with bone-chilling cold for nine out of twelve months as it is to put up with scorching heat for that much of the year.

At least the dogs like it. Basenjis are heat-seeking missiles. Four of mine learned to listen for the furnace to turn on every winter in the mobile homes we’ve lived in, and then curl up on top of the floor vent to soak up all the hot air. My first female, at age fifteen, sat too close to a space heater and scorched some of the fur off her back. Fortunately, I saw her butt smoking and made her move before she got burned down to the skin. She had a thick undercoat of a much lighter color than her outer coat, and had a “brand” of alternating black and gray bars on one hip for several weeks.

So the boys are happy out in their sweltering yard. They do nothing but lay in the shade and sleep all afternoon. I make big ice cubes by freezing water in large yogurt containers to put in their water bucket every afternoon. I doubt if it keeps their water cool for very long, but at least I feel like I’m doing something they like. I know I would like someone to bring me ice cubes — or popsicles in my case. But I have opposable thumbs, and I can get them out of the freezer for myself.

I have normally spent a lot of time in summers past putting up a tarp across part of the dog yard to provide shade. It’s a pain in the ass. If I leave the tarp in place for very long, the winds eventually rip it to shreds, and I have to go buy a new one. Or I can put it up and take it down every day, or every time the wind gets too strong. Problem with that was that if it was real windy, but also sunny and hot, taking the tarp down meant no shade for the dogs, so I’d have to bring them in the house. And every ten minutes they’d be bugging me to take them out…until they got outside and discovered that “hey! it’s hot out here!” and the dry grass would poke their feet and they’d want to turn around and come back in.

Now they have this nice plywood shade roof/Puppy sundeck that doesn’t flap in the wind. I made another shade awning for them using plastic garden fencing and shade cloth. I wanted more of the yard to get some shade in the late afternoon, because there are no trees anywhere near the west side of their enclosure. The wind mostly goes through it, and rain will too (if it ever rains again), so I don’t have to take it down until winter. Yay. It’s the little things, you know?

The T.V. Show That Ate My Brain

– and the ones that still may.

When I moved back to Texas to look after my dad, I had a lot of “Oh, just shoot me now” moments. Like every day at four p.m. when we had to watch “Walker, Texas Ranger.” Back then Daddy was still capeable of working the T.V. remote, and in fact maintained a death grip on the thing the rest of the evening. And of course since he had to crank the volume up, there was very little chance of escaping Walker’s grasp anywhere in the house. And it was not like he’d never seen the show before.

Pop was big on repetition. He had read every Perry Mason mystery ever written… at least a dozen times. He claimed he didn’t try to remember how they turned out, so they were just as fresh to him the next time he read them. If they were anything like the T.V. show, he wouldn’t even need to remember particulars.

I can’t think of more than a handful of Walker episodes where the girlfriend/lawyer didn’t get carried off by the bad guys and have to be rescued. She made it through law school, could apparently handle herself in a hostile courtroom, but couldn’t pick up a wrench and clock a guy upside the head — had to wait for mister kung-fu asskicker to rescue her. Oh, please. Let me just open a vein.

But watching television was about the only thing I could do with my dad by then. Conversations were out. Even when he could still hear reasonably well, he wasn’t much of a listener. As his hearing got worse, he just got mad at everyone for not speaking clearly enough. I remembered that when my mom was still alive, she just nodded a lot. I decided if it worked for her…

I also got in the habit of jumping up at every commercial break to go do something I was actually interested in. I worked on a lot of things piecemeal. My sanity level hovered right around the edge.

So what’s ironic is that every day at four p.m. I tune in to the SciFi channel to watch re-runs of Star Trek Enterprise and Stargate SG-1. How many times have I seen them? It doesn’t matter. There are no NEW shows going off-planet these days, so I have to get my outer space fix any way I can. And anyway, what’s up with the no new space operas? I can’t remember a time in recent years when there hasn’t been even one series that took place on a space ship, a space station, or a distant planet. Until Stargate Universe fires up this fall, I’m going to keep watching these re-runs. I wonder if my dad was watching Walker because all the shows like Gunsmoke and Rawhide and Wagon Train were gone extinct. For my money, Walker was a sorry-ass substitute anyway.

Hard-Ass Work

An interesting thing happened a couple of years ago. I belonged to a community list-serve, which I largely ignored. But one day I got an e-mail from the list from someone talking about starting a new group locally for “creatives.” It said that whoever considered themselves creative was invited to attend something called “Refresh Bryan/College Station,” or “Refresh BCS.” I thought, “hmm, that sounds like me.” So I went.

What a shock I was in for. It wasn’t about art, or music, or writing, it was about computers. At the time I wasn’t aware of any overlap among those things. My creativity mostly involved pencils and paper, sometimes paints and brushes, and my computer was only another writing tool, with some incidental research and communication functions thrown in. At the meeting, I kept hearing about design, and I heard things like “twitter,” and “flikr,” and “facebook,” which had no meaning at all to me at the time. But I was intrigued, and thought I might be able to learn something, so I went to another meeting the next month, and another the next. I still felt like I was in another country where I didn’t understand the language, but the natives were friendly, didn’t seem to mind my advanced age, and it certainly gave me an excuse to get out of the house.

Of course, when someone says “Do you stumble?” my first thought is, “well, sometimes when I get new shoes, because my left foot is a little longer than my right… (and by the way, what an odd question),” but that’s not at all what they mean, I feel totally out of it. These days I know different. I almost said better, but I’ll reserve judgment for now. Now I know how to Stumble, and how to use Delicious, and I’m on Twitter and Facebook and MySpace and Linkdin and Digg. All these things are supposed to help me network and increase readership on my blog and get me noticed by people who can help me in my career or just invite me to more social gatherings. But none of it changes the fact that I’m a frakking megaintrovert and unless I’m forcing myself the whole time, I just sort of let those social things slide.

It’s ironic that all the advice givers say you have to be willing to work hard at what you love to be able to make a living at it. To me the hard work is all this peripheral stuff. I almost don’t have the energy to do the work I really love. Go figure.