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Oh, how I wish I could take them up on the offer.

It happens occasionally…

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This evening I decided to transfer Kularski.org from GoDaddy (where it was placed by  Google Apps). I was pleasantly surprised at how fast and efficient the transfer procedures are now. I have not had to perform a domain transfer in over two years, so I was still expecting the process to take 2 – 5 days. It only took about 5 hours, at the rate of about 1 email per hour for confirming each step of the process, but it was fairly smooth. My only complaint is that GoDaddy (losing registrar) did not maintain DNS service at all once the domain was transferred. Previously, I was used to the old servers still being usable for at least 24 hours after the move, allowing time to configure new information at the receiving registrar.

I am starting to question the sanity of my musical tastes. Recently I got this song stuck in my head from XM 80s. I have heard it about once a day for the last few days and even when I am not listening to it I hear it in my head.

Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she’s the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Reno was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn’t sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Zilla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen’s point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn’t even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn’t do that shit at all

Pauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker’s plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda’s strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist’s daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee’s mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn’t give a shit
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she’s a Scientologist
Amaranta, here’s a kiss
I chose you to end this list.

“Discuss, based on your own and other’s experiences, how kids learn about sex.”

This question was posted as part of the assignment for my Theories of Personality course for this week. I found myself wondering about  why sex is such a forbidden thing in society and why sexuality is often obscured and euphemized. Sex is often grouped with drugs, why is that? What is so absolutely horrible about sex that children are protected from it for so long that they feel they must experiment to find out about it?

The status page and the status module use an emotion list. I have played with the list a little in the past few days, trying to come up with emotions that work. The present list is way too lengthy (mostly obtained from http://www.mytherapistnc.org/emotions.htm). The list is also ineffective. At first glance it looks like it covers everything, but it doesn’t. I am considering no longer using a master list and simply entering emotions as I have them and then using those as the list, but that seems so hard, especially on those days when I feel “blah”, but can still pull an emotion out when prompted.

I have been “working” on my personal portal for weeks now. Mostly that “work” has been staring at it and wondering what it is supposed to be. I have made no progress building the thing from scratch, just seems to be too abstract to tackle that way. The technical aspects of everything I want to do are well understood, but the design aspects are lacking, and in my world, design comes before code. The exception to that would be my status page, which is technically the project that comes before the portal. For the status page, it is not meant to be pretty, just simple, and straight forward.

Things that come from GITI I am comfortable displaying, because I know how they should be displayed, and I have a general feeling of what I want it to be. Also helps that I wrote (most of) what comes from GITI, so I know what to expect for output. OK, so maybe I do have a few technical issues to work out with the personal portal before I can fully write it. The technical aspects are not what block me from making actual code though, it is the aesthetic confusion. Artistically, my code makes no sense.

How many years have I written this post?

Anyway, Happy St. Valentine’s Day to the special boy in my life 🙂

And to the rest of, may you find true love on this very commercial of holidays.

To be my friend apparently requires a very specialized set of skills and abilities, so much so that only three people in my life fall in to the category of “friend”. Chris, Oscar, Matt; the three of you have consistently shown patience to my moods and have always returned when I have tried to run you off. For this I am very thankful. My self-isolating tendencies make having many friends nearly impossible. I am very happy that the three of you have stayed with me for as long as you have.

48 hours later, it finally took.