|
Zonked at 3 a.m.
Okay, as addictive as this is, I have to quit for the night. And probably the weekend.
I'm such a nitwit. I know I'm going to be dead on my feet tomorrow. Jen's going to be pissed, as Katie will be bouncing off the walls and the best I can muster is a groggy moan. But once I got started tinkering with Noah Grey's script, I just couldn't stop. I've wrestled constantly over whether an automated system would be a good or bad thing for IMR. On one hand, I'd be able to post much more easily — each entry would no longer be an exercise in updating links on three or four separate pages, and each month (or year!) would no longer require new directories and HTML tweaking. On the other hand... I'd be able to post much more easily. I was worried that I'd increase quality at the expense of quality. Then I realized, well, my writing couldn't get much worse, and frankly, if I updated any less frequently I'd probably be dead. So I'm giving it a shot. I just had to see if this thing could be set up to almost slip into the IMR structure transparently. The beauty of this interface is that it's mostly invisible to visitors — it still creates vanilla HTML pages, links them to each other, and if I ever quit the system, the entries survive intact. The only changes are the structure of the site and the naming conventions of files — finding the entry for April 12, 2001 won't be as easy as "01/04/010412.html"; rather, something like "archives/0000141.html" instead. The search feature isn't ready, and I still don't know if I want to use the entry ranking and comment features. I don't know how I'm going to standardize uploading and linking pictures. And while I started this with visions of a whole new volume (with a whole new design), I've decided against it. I'm lazy. It'll be "ungeeklike" serifed copy text and ugly green bars for a while longer. But I'm going to try this out, and if it works, stick with it for a while. I want to see if, given the opportunity, I'll update more frequently — if I'll get better at mentioning those little things I always want to share, but forget by the time I carve out the time to launch my HTML editor. Like how Rich Walker and Mark French (one of my first editors at Ka Leo, visiting all the way from America's heartland) called one night from a Waikiki dive to try and get me to come out drinking, and how I wussed out like the married dad I am. Or how I came to realize Bon Jovi sucks. Or how I ran into Stacey Hayashi — the woman who indirectly lured me into journaling five years ago — on Bishop Street. Or how much Wayne is enjoying life in the porn industry; he's never sounded happier. I want to see if journaling will become less of a project and more of a natural outlet. Jen often said that I work so hard on organizing entries and forming sentences that I distill the personality right out of the story. We'll see if churning out text in a semi-raw state will make things better, or worse. Enough with the geek talk. Did I mention I'm tired? It is so time for bed.
| ![[ PGP ]](/pgp.gif)
· Created: 13 November 1997
· Last Modified: 14 January 2008