My second or third night I’d ever been in San Francisco was in May of 1997, and I spent the whole night sitting at a rented Mac on the floor of Moscone Center listening to the Creeper Lagoon e.p. on repeat. I’d bought it, hand to hand, from Sharky Laguna a few nights earlier at a Jad Fair/CL show Michael Ferguson took me to.
Mentioned here because, just over ten years later, I’m sitting here, listening to that record on repeat right now, and I suddenly remembered the reason I had to spend my second or third night in San Francisco sitting at a rented Mac on the floor of Moscone Center.
It was because the on-site “web magazine” for DB/EXPO (for which I was the hapless designer) was launching the next morning on that same show floor. And because, against my strenuous complaint, the head guy had picked a proprietary MS publishing system that wouldn’t let me hand code the piles of needed HTML in BBEdit. So, I had to figure out a way to get around that. Because you know why? Because if I opened any of the CMS’s assy proprietary binary files in a text editor, it would corrupt the entire system and everything would explode in shower of DLLs or whateverthefuck.
“Sorry, man,” they explained, “but we don’t really have a way to deal with Macs or ‘text files.’”
For the life of me, I can’t remember how we ended up making it go (I think I resigned myself to literally hand-coding everything via the textarea of their equally-assy 1997 web interface).
But I for sure remember bonding with those five wonderful songs while a fine San Francisco evening went on without me.
If I ever did make good on my promise to make people with Ph.D.’s call me “Bachelor Mann” (owing to my prestigious Bachelor of Arts degree), I wonder how that might be abbreviated. Maybe “Br. Mann”? I like the similarity to the analogous abbreviation for “doctor.”
Related: did I ever mention I used to work with a guy who was so pleased with himself for getting a Ph.D. that he had a rubber stamp made? It said: “Dr. Firstname M. Lastname, Ph.D.,” and he applied it more often then anyone would have liked and in places where no indication of his name or title was called for. It was funny.
It got even funnier when Firstname had to be reminded that actually you only get to pick one fancy honorific to display your high status (as someone who had finished some extra college courses); you really oughtn’t use both “Dr.” and “Ph.D.”
Firstname learned this lesson for future rubber stamp pressings. But, not before he’d already acquired the eternal and awesome nickname of “Dr. Doctor.”
My cab driver last night smelled like a bong filled with chicken fingers, and, without provocation, he spun me a 10-minute tale about how his old dispatcher (who was a total crook that stole cocaine from everyone) recently died when he fell through a glass coffee table, and the broken shard stabbed all the way through the man’s torso, slicing open his “bad liver.”
I felt like the wedding guest who had to listen to the old guy talking about the albatross. Except my dude was totally high and demonstrated that his story would have maximum impact if he turned to face me most of the time he was telling it.
Via a del.icio.us spammer comes a fascinating new resource for publishers. Apparently, Bligter is “Making blogging easier” by answering the eternal question, “Are you unable to maintain your blog updated?”
Ostensibly, this service will both accept and distribute blog posts that can then be reused as content on your own site. Thus, sparing you the awkward trouble of needing to write anything yourself.
I wonder if Bligter will also split the post onto multiple pages and add the Digg-able headline for you. Because, then, my friend, you’d have yourself the makings of an empire.