My Life in HTML

Sorry to be absent from these pages for the better part of a week. I’ve been deep in the heart of Webville, putting the final touches on my class project for my Introductory HTML & CSS course. It’s a full website, yes, it’s about terriers, and, of course, it features Oscar and Lucy. More about that later. First I want to get down some thoughts about my first...

Blogging Lessons I Wish Someone Had Taug...

Having just shed blood, sweat and tears getting my blog migrated to this shiny, happy new WordPress 3.0 compliant theme, I have just one wish. That I could step into a time machine and go back a few years to my Newbie Blogging Self and dispense some hard-earned blogging lessons. Because it seems to me, everything that caused me pain and suffering during this process could have been...

Weapons-Grade Generosity

I became involved in an ugly email/Internet flare-up earlier this week that got me thinking about generosity. First let me give you the backstory, but I’ll try to keep it short, since it’s not really the point of this post. For about a year or so, I’ve been very loosely involved with a group of women bloggers who had a community project. Suddenly, they announced they...

Hair of the Dog

Photo from the Daily Telegraph I’ve often said, badly paraphrasing Mark Twain: “Everyone complains about dog hair, but no one does anything about it.” Well, now someone has — and at the exact moment when it can help alleviate the ecological disaster of the BP Gulf oil spill. Turns out there is an innovative charity called A Matter of Trust that has figured out...

My Dinner with BOSSY

If you’ve been paying attention to the cool bloggers, you’ll have heard that one of the funniest ladies on the InterWebs rolled into town on her (No) Book Tour. That would be a tour to promote a book she didn’t write featuring get-togethers in selected cities for the non-signing of said non-book. But what is really amazing about this feat of not writing a book is...

Dooce Fans, Stop It! Just Stop It!

Stop coming here. There’s nothing to see. This is not a Dooce Hate Site. Yet every time Dooce puts up one of her “Oh Poor Little Me” posts about how the InterWebs are being mean to her, people flood over here on a wave of Google searches such as “Dooce Haters”, “Dooce Hate” and, my favorite, “Why Do People Hate Dooce”. Dooce...