…well my name is, anyway
Pretty much sums it up…
Croisée devant, folks.
I can’t decide if I hate WHM/cPanel or not. I think I’d prefer to know how to administer a server without it. There are things that say they do one thing, and then they don’t. For example, in Security Center->Apache mod_userdir Tweak, you can check the box to “Enable mod_userdir Protection” all you want but it won’t work. If you go to PHP open_basedir Tweak, you realize that you have to somehow create a php.ini file in each user directory to get it to work if you’re using SuPHP. I hate things like this. Either make me do things by hand and make them sticky, or have a pretty interface and have a means for me to stay in that environment to fix stuff. There have been only a very very few times I’ve edited a .plist file in OS X. It’s pretty straightforward when you do; but, I can’t really imagine a casual or even moderately smart user to have to touch these files.
In an effort to test my client’s upcoming move to a larger server, I’ve moved everything over to MoveableType 5. I haven’t had too much trouble. Mostly ownership and permissions problems. Well, that and getting the bloody passwords and usernames corrected.
So, this is really just a test.
An evening of bad parenting…
Poor Tess suffered a conk to the head this afternoon when I plopped her on the bed after riding her around on my shoulders. Later, she was cleaning up her room and somehow her little fingers got underneath my knee as I was shifting weight. While I was out running errands, Tam was working out with some hand weights and bopped Tess in the face. When I returned Tess wanted me to tell her about Pegasus before bedtime; so, I dutifully busted out the Bullfinch’s and proceeded to scare the bejeezus out of her with Medusa. So, I put Tess in the big bed so she can watch some TV to calm her down and in walks Tam in a green beauty mask to tell me that something’s moving in the bathroom. Dear Lord!
There’s a cabinet behind the tub that we keep closed because it has an opening to the crawl space under the house. I grabbed a flashlight and opened the door. Inside was an opossum huddled against the cold. $350.00 to have him removed tonight; so, we’ll be hosting the little critter and check on him in the morning. I’m fairly confident he’s the same guy that walks around the front yard at night. If I was certain that I wouldn’t be bitten or have him play dead and stink up the house, I’d invite him all the way in and maybe show him to Tess. Or, not.
I was right…again…unfortunately…
Well, it seems I was right about the Augusta Ballet Company. I have it through the grapevine that the Augusta Ballet
Board has voted itself a presenting company only. This only formalizes what I’ve suspected since the
‘reorganization’ several years ago. I can’t find a link in the Chronicle, or other local news outlets because, I’m
certain, the board would prefer to have this decision be somewhat quiet.
Supporting Ballet is so much easier without those costly dancers and artsy fartsy types living, working, and paying taxes in the
I wrote a fairly pithy letter to the editor at the Metro Spirit. Recently, the ‘Augusta Ballet’, announced a party celebrating the retirement of their debt. The first sentence uses the weak construction, ‘Some people say…’ without telling us who are ‘some people’. This is a celebration of what exactly? Below is my letter:
I just read the news of the Augusta Ballet’s emergence from debt. Indeed,
operating in the black is laudable; still, I ask, at what cost? The sacking of
the entire creative staﬀ, i.e. the professional ‘local talent.’ What remains?
A couple of folks occupying an oﬃce, conference-calling presenters to pick
touring companies. Big deal.
Send me back to CPYB!
I have until July 17th to come up with tuition and lodging for a teacher’s workshop at CPYB:
It’s $675.00 for the tuition and lord knows how much a week of hotel stay costs. I might be able to find a place to crash. Maybe. I have a book to return in Hummelstown.
Tess had a little inspiration this morning…
Tess had a little inspiration this morning: