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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

I have a fair idea about what Charles is talking about (though I still don't know what "tokenizing" is), but that's not why I stopped reading his article. The following phrase caught my attention so I ended up copying and pasting it into Google:
"Zend Avesta" "english translation"
I wanted to see what the translation would reveal. I have no idea what Zend Avesta means, though the term Zend sounds vaguely familiar to me (and I think it has to do with software). It sometimes bothers me when I don't know what something means and I feel like I should. I still don't entirely know what it means: I simply glanced at the search results. Perhaps I should be more concerned with not knowing the meaning of "tokenizing", since it's clearly a scripting term, as I've often found it within the context of articles regarding computer programming. (For those of you not following that last sentence: scripting = programming, more or less.) If I'm serious about learning how to program/script, I should know all about tokenization by now.

Anyway, after that quick detour I returned to Charles' blog and read the rest of his story. I even used his copy 'n' paste code to link back to his article. (See the link above.) Now I await his response. This is how blogging works sometimes: Call and Response. Like making music, except it's nothing like that. Anyway, there's not always a response. In fact, in my case there's rarely ever a response, but that's okay because I never know how to respond to a response anyway.

Side note: Day before last I hinted that I was somewhat inspired by Nick Sagan's story, and I was, but now I'm inspired by Ron McLarty's The Memory of Running. Oh, wow, what a voice this man has. What a story and what a voice. This one has me laughing and (nearly) crying all the way through, and I want to share it with my dad. I think he'll really enjoy it. I want him to hear the audio version, but I don't know if he can put up with listening to a story for long. He has to listen to Mr. McLarty tell the story (which, by the way, is Mr. McLarty's own). He's hilarious -- what terrific characterizations! So real. His own creations, of course, which probably explains why they're so good. Reading the book simply won't be as pleasurable. So if I can recommend one audio book this year, I'd say get this one, it's that good. If only I could tell a story like this one, and in the way this fellow tells it...

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posted by Harold  2/23/2008 11:36:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

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I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:

If I had friends they would be listed here

That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.

At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:

NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!

The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here, in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.