Tim’s a genius.
Tim worked under stressful conditions yesterday to redesign my Live Journal. I don’t know what’s wrong that makes me see the dreaded red X’s instead of whatever I’m supposed to see on my LJ functions. (What do y’all see? Everything looks right on Tim’s Mac.) There are still some things I want that Tim hasn’t cracked the code on, but I’m amazed by his ability to figure all this out. It was a major triumph for me last night when I figured out how to upload a photo to a Web site. (My old site was all templates: no HTML or whatever code needed.)
No one will ever accuse me of being a computer geek.
Thanks to Tim, www.beckycochrane.com will be changing soon… As will my Live Journal format.
Sometimes, change is good.
Last year, along about August or September, Tim went back to Maine for a friend’s wedding. While he was there, he met a young lady who told him a joke that cracked him up. When he told it to me, I decided to find a way to work it in to our upcoming novel because I like things that make Tim laugh.
Over the past 24 hours, I’ve read the entire blog of a fellow Montrose resident, and she featured that same joke in one of her blog entries. So, Mary T*, should you ever stumble onto this Live Journal or our book, I wanted to let you know that I didn’t steal the joke from you. I stole it from a six-year-old; don’t hate me for plagiarism. You can, however, hate me because I’m one of those women who puts up my hair in that half-bun, half-ponytail stickie-out style. I’ll understand.
*What, you think I’m going to link you to the joke? Buy our book, dammit.
Blog exploring is a little like the literary concept of stream of consciousness. One blog takes you to another, and another, and pretty soon you have no idea how you got to where you ended up.
Last night, I found the blog of two Minnesota boys about to move to NYC. One just graduated from college with a degree in art, I think. The other in journalism. On their site, they had this exclusive interview with Judy Shepard, mother of Matthew Shepard. It held particular meaning for me in light of a discussion Tim and I had earlier in the evening. Or the wee small hours of the morning. Whatever.
There’s another blog I’ve been reading for a while that has great photographs and stories to go with them. Recently, I had reason to send that blogger a card to the snail mail address on his web site. Last night, his blog and web site were gone. Vanished! For a while, I was afraid he thought I was stalking him and had gone into the witness protection program. But this morning, everything seems to be as it should be.
My blog universe is back in balance.
Even though I usually want to be just like Tim, apparently Famous Author Rob Byrnes (scroll down that page for Rob’s commentary on coffee) is edging his way into my unnatural obsessiveness. Today I got up and realized we were out of coffee. But even in my befuddled state, I remembered that there were some beans tucked away in the freezer. I got them, ground them, and proceeded to make coffee. Or so I thought. The coffeemaker. Is. Dead.
….I fall in love with something new. Today it’s the story of a denim jacket.
It’s bizarre to accidentally stumble into the blogs of Republicans.
One time, more than twenty years ago, when there were still movie theaters in malls, on a whim I went to an afternoon movie by myself. I don’t remember what movie. But it was so engrossing that as I left the theater and returned to awareness of my surroundings, I stopped dead still and thought, “Where the hell am I?” Somehow during the movie, I’d forgotten which city and which mall I was in, and the stores facing me weren’t the ones I’d expected to see.
It was disorienting and frightening.