After several hours of tearing hair and biting nails, I managed to get this thing upgraded to the newest WordPress version. With luck, the new self-upgrading feature will keep my keratin intact. Yay me.
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After several hours of tearing hair and biting nails, I managed to get this thing upgraded to the newest WordPress version. With luck, the new self-upgrading feature will keep my keratin intact. Yay me. I got back from seeing Slumdog Millionaire to find the moon had risen, full and brilliant. The movie was terrific, but just a little oppressive, along with its soul-stirring story. I had to sit outside on the cold concrete and stare at the moon above me, thankful that I’ve had a relatively easy life so [...] Last Sunday was the Super Bowl, but I don’t follow pro ball, so I didn’t realize until a couple days before that the big day was upon us. I was planning to go to West Hollywood anyway, to meet up with a few friends, but everybody ended up going to parties, Bowl and otherwise. So [...] The electricity went out today at 3:00 pm. And it didn’t just go out all at once, it flickered out, like a dying candle flame. Then it kept threatening to come back, trickling into all our appliances, making the microwave chirp frantically, causing the TV’s “on” light to blink morse code, sending the bathroom light [...] Did I mention the time I almost destroyed my family’s livelihood with one careless match? We were living in Safford, Arizona. My grandfather started a fish farm, and my mom, one uncle, and their families joined him in the venture. I didn’t yet hate Safford. It was still new, I was 13, and we’d moved [...] It was mostly boring (except for a brief period just after lunchtime, when I was helping Dennis edit, from opposite coasts). WeHo, of course, is short for West Hollywood, and I almost always enjoy a chance to go, having lived there for a few years. Not that I’m so very far away now, 8 miles [...] It’s great to be needed. I get value, I get to help somebody, I feel as if my opinion matters. But I think if I had to choose, I’d rather be wanted. Being needed creates a demand. Being wanted creates a desire. There’s little or no pressure to perform or fix anything, just an idea [...] |
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