From somewhere deep within Slashdot comes this lovely Geek poem…

Roses are #FF0000

Violets are #0000FF

chown -R you ~/base

Translation:

“Roses are red

violets are blue

All my base are belong to you”

Molly Holzschlag writes Integrated Web Design: CSS Beyond the Retrofit at InformIT.com

An even greater concern is that many designers and developers have inaccurately but understandably blamed CSS and Web browsers for challenges with CSS. The problem at this point may really have more to do with the fact that important concepts in CSS are not explained to us in clear terms. As a result, what might appear to be a browser bug or a fault of CSS might simply be the result of the way CSS integrates with our HTML or XHTML documents, or how the concepts within CSS are resolving conflicts.

Today I learned that you’re not supposed to put fresh flowers in the fridge if there are apples or oranges in there. Didn’t know that.

The best comic book-inspired movie ever - American Splendor

I’ve been scanning another bunch of old slides. This is from the summer of ‘82. There used to be this great old rope swing up on the Muskegon river.

Twice recently, after reviewing my referrer logs I noticed a large number of hits from search engines that seemed unlikely. For example, searching for Leica Photography shows one of my posts on the first page of results. The other is Used Digital Rebel, where I come up in the number one spot. I won’t complain, but neither of these makes much sense.

Most of the portfolios featured on iN-PUBLiC.com are fantastic. My favorites are those by Nils Jorgensen and Richard Bram. Inspiring.

I think anyone who knows me will find this just a little funny…

According to the Which Classic Movie are you test, I’m Easy Rider. Link courtesy sistercat

At the end of Swimming Pool, I just sat there, staring at the screen, knowing I was completely missing something. Nearly a week has passed and I have a few thoughts, but nothing convincing. At first this frustrated me to no end, but now I’m starting to like the feeling. Seems most of the reviewers had many of the same impressions.

But in its final frames, “Swimming Pool” leaves us splashing about in a puddle of uncertainty, and a good mystery ought to answer the questions it poses, oughtn’t it?

Ozon is screwing with us, playfully enough so we don’t resent it, but he’s working the shallow end of the Pool.

I still feel stupid, but I’ve apparently got a lot of company.