My apologies for not writing something more profound on a political, technical or some other topic. I’m still catching up from last week, and hope to have something profoundly important to say later in the day. Until then…
This morning, I was checking Michele Agnew’s blog and playing the comment game. Today, we are all supposed to go over and add a comment to petite anglaise’s blog. She had a story about tripping on the stairs at her office place. I added my one great tripping story as a comment, and I thought I would add it here as well.
It has been a rough week, Kim’s grandfather’s funeral, problems with one of my hosting services, getting a new website up and the hard disk on my laptop crashing. I’ve written about Kim’s grandfather’s funeral in several entries. I haven’t written about the website I’ve been working on. DemSpeak is based on CivicSpace, like so many of the sites I’ve been working on.
One of the advantages of CivicSpace is that you can enable many people to be contributors, or even administrators. A problem that this can create is that worse than being a site developed by committee, it can become a site developed by a committee of sorcerer’s apprentices, and as you approach launch, it can become a committee of panicking sorcerer’s apprentices. Despite all the panic and hard work, the site has turned out very well.
With the recent deaths of my wife’s grandfather and her great aunt, I’ve been spending a lot of time talking with people about grief. Several years ago, I took a wonderful online class entitled Grief in a Family Context It was a wonderful course, and I encourage everyone who is at all interested in a scholarly exploration into the grieving process to take this course. It is “a 3-credit, combined graduate and undergraduate course”, so don’t take the course unless you are up for doing some hard work, both academically, and, if you are dealing with grief yourself, emotionally.
As I surf various blogs, I find one, which seems to be nothing but memories of deceased famous people. It seems strange to me. I find another blog dedicated to the loving memory of a sister who died a year and a half ago in a tragic car accident. This one is much more real to me.
I did not intend to write two posts in such quick succession to one another about death, but that is the way life, and death, sometimes is.
There is an old joke that goes, “How do you make God laugh? Make plans.” I think it is important to remember this as we make our New Years resolutions. Five years ago, I was the director of technology for a very successful financial institution. Year 2000 was a big concern. I did not expect the massive disruption that some people feared, but I did need to go into the office on New Years day to make sure everything was working properly. With the exception of one report we got from a counter party with the date, January 1, 19100, everything seemed to be working fine.
New Years Day 2000. I was putting my life back together after a painful divorce. I had met a new woman, who I would end up proposing to and marrying in the year 2000. Her mother just died a few months earlier and the grief was still quite strong, but everything looked upbeat. We were putting our lives back together and I was making lots of money.