(Phaysis)

Twelve years ago, I ran a site called The Farm. It started as a personal site, but grew to encompass the writings of six other people, three of whom I knew in person, one who I met in chat, and two who found us by happenstance and chose to join us. On the latter category, I had the good fortune to be approached by a stranger named Jef Kearns. He was an unusual cat, but wrote good poetry. Our email exchanges were always meaty, and he expressed his extreme interest in the proper capitalization of his name — jeF kearns — for his postings at The Farm (hey, it was our age for personal redefinition, so I went along with it).

I was poring over a working copy of the old site tonight and thought I’d follow up on Jef, see if any hits came up. Boy howdy they did. It seems our old friend Jef Kearns is an accomplished musician, and has published several albums of his jazz flute and soul music, and has done collaborations with other musicians and lyricists there in his Canadian homeland. Well done, Jef! Happy to have known you!

Ok day. Neurochemicals are in line. On a scale of -∞ to ∞, I rate it a Π.

Still helping my friend Professor Wagstaff move his site to WordPress. We hung out last night to experiment and hash over his hosting options. Looks like his Yahoo! Small Biz hosting account won’t cut it. Yahoo! has a showstopper in that they don’t have support for .htaccess files and most likely don’t support Apache’s mod_rewrite, both of which are integral to WordPress’s permalinks scheme. Without permalinks, every category, page, post and comment would be referenced by an ugly url like http://www.phaysis.com/?p=352. Talk about ugly.

On top of that, Yahoo! is charging him $13 a month for his hosting, and he doesn’t even have shell access, multi-user support, or SCP/SFTP. What is this, 2002?

We’ll get his hosting figured out soon enough.

Me: sitting at Epoch trying to enjoy my cup of light roast.

You: rambling on about your stupid E-cigarettes to anybody and everybody you can. The way you rave about them leads me to believe one of two scenarios: 1) you are so hungry for someone to validate your lifestyle, or 2) you are on the e-cigarette vendor’s payroll. Sure, you’re not burning anything and stinking up the airspace, but it’s still an addiction.

• It is not even 6 o’clock and the sun is already setting. This cake is a lie!
• You. You are:
  1. grand
  2. spiffy
  3. busy
  4. _______ a goat.
• May cause nervousness or excitability. Please exercise caution when operating a motor vehicle.
• I found a dollar in the dryer. It must be my lucky day.
• You ain’t preggers and living in a 27-year-old single wide with an unemployed drunk named Von Ray, are you?
• I pieced together my music studio. Maybe the investment in gear and assembly will net me some musical material.
• Guzzling water and hanging christmas lights in your closet on cold meds is no way to go through life, son.
• Attention, passengers, this is the captain speaking. If you look out the windows to your left you will see the 8th wonder of the world, the Grand Toadcicle of Monte Cleavis.