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And here's another test.....
Shannon December 25th, 2008 10:32 pm MSTThis time using Firefox (Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; U; PPC Mac OS X Mach-O; en-US; rv:1.8.1.20) Gecko/20081217 Firefox/2.0.0.20), MacOSX 10.4.11.
The site runs far more sluggishly under Firefox, compared to Safari.
Will this work?
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This is a test!
Shannon December 25th, 2008 10:26 pm MSTThis is a test, prompted by Dan's request. Using Safari 3.04, MacOSX 10.4.11. Lets see if it works!
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If it aint broke.....
Shannon April 5th, 2007 5:26 pm MDTWell, its not very often I write in my journal here. Perhaps I should do more entries. What prompted this was a quick visit to the chat room, having a few spare minutes before another assignment. Oh dear. The format has changed. Well, I'm the last person who can be described as a "Luddite", but I do wish that when technology is changed, it is "upgraded". The new chat format is not only a downgrade of considerable proportions, re. usability, etc etc, but the wretched thing hangs up every other entry with an error message "illegal entry". Pah! The original chat was a huge step up from the old "pink thing" (!), and everyone really liked it, apart from the tiny buffer size! But this... its like going frpm MacOSX 10.4.9 to an early version of DOS (with 5.25 inch floppies). As I said, I'm all for making improvements, but here it looks like a case of rearranging the furniture, only to find the armchair's missing, the couch has holes in it, the television's shrunk and I keep falling down through a trapdoor in the floor which opens up every other time I say something. If it aint broke, don't (un)fix it! :([2 comments]
thunder, enlightening
Shannon December 15th, 2006 8:53 pm MSTSome verbal diarrhea: Things during the last months here on the home front have been extremely weird. I have been living here with housemates for quite a long period of time, but recently I have found out that one of these housemates, a person I have trusted for awhile, in her desire to climb the social ladder, has assumed a rather more 'socially conservative' position... which includes a sudden (and quite severe) intolerance for "trans people". Oh dear. If this was just a private matter, it would be tolerable; unfortunately, this has not been the case, and word has gotten back to me about nasty things being said publically behind my back. I guess we in the tg world, being one of the last bastions of "being OK to be intolerant of"... should be used to abuse and the expression of hate. I don't have an atom of hate for anyone in this world, but I observe it going on all over (how can one not?). Bur things are a long way ahead of there they were, even 2 decades back. The internet has helped a huge amount in integrating our community within itself, as well as spreading awareness and knowledge within the rest of the populace. Hatred usually comes about through fear, and with knowledge and awareness, fear dissolves.I recall when I was little, I was scared witless by thunderstorms, to the point of running into my parents bedroom at night, even from the muffled sound of the most distant rumble. My mother used to tell me that the sound was "God moving his furniture around".. but this did nothing to assuage my terror..probably because the statement made no sense to me. I recall so well, late on one hot summer's evening, when i was about 7 years old, when there was a huge storm building up, and I was so scared I didn't want to go to bed. My dad said to me "lets go outside and watch the distant lightning; nothing's going to hurt you". We sat on the deck, and watched, and he explained to me exactly how these storms form, what lightning is, how it made the sound, why hail sometimes falls, why the sounds of thunder arrived after seeing the flash... basically a quick primer on elementary meteorology! We sat on the deck for 2 hours as the storm passed overhead, and then rumbled away into the distance, the rain gradually eased off and stopped, and the stars came out. By this time I was so tired I was falling asleep, but from then on, rather than living in terror of these storms, I looked forward to the next one! I wish everyone in the rest of the world was fortunate enough to experience something like that, where a sudden awareness and rationality liberates one from superstition and fear. In the same way that I suddenly became aware of how thunderstorms worked, I so wish people all over the world could understand and be knowledgeable of other religions, customs and traditions, and rationalize that nobody's belief system is superior. War would have many fewer starting points. Similarly, I wish the rest of the world suddenly became aware of the transgendered.. and exactly what it means to be tg. Acceptance quickly follows in the wake of awareness and education. Now its time to make some dinner.. I am hungry![1 comment]
reaction to another test
Shannon December 15th, 2006 8:06 pm MSTwoo freakin' hoo[Comment on this post]
another test
Shannon December 15th, 2006 8:05 pm MSTThis is another test. I have been unable to write my journal in here for months. I have reinstalled some things; lets see if this works.[Comment on this post]
Test
Shannon July 11th, 2006 11:07 am MDTThis is a test. I used to write this journal using Safari, but something has obviously changed, either with the browser, or the operating system, or the journal software itself. I made the cardinal error of writing up a long and wordy blurb the other day in the entry field. It was *uncopyable* and *unpastable* (is that a word?). Anyway, I had several paragraphs of dead text, and on attempting to post them, all I got was the error message of "you cannot post empty journal entries". I must have been talking a lot of hot air :)So, this morning, I tried the same thing (this time a simple test) in the browser "Camino". it would not allow me to type in the main text entry field. Camino, or rather *no* way. Enter, with fanfares blazing, my old version of Internet Exploder. As soon as I put enabled the journal, *crash*. It lives up to its name. Exit Exploder, entry Firefox. Will it burn the house down? Lets see if this entry actually emerges unscathed.......[1 comment]
some random bits in the life
Shannon March 7th, 2006 9:16 pm MSTJust a short entry today: 2 weeks ago today, I had my most recent laser treatment. The effects of this are just beginning to become apparent; I was beginning to wonder if and when the shedding would start! I look forward to when this course is finished. It has been a quiet week, and I spent most of it in the studio, writing. On the occasions I failed to make adequate contact with the muse, and I wasn't even enthusiastic enough to muster the perspiration that comes from a lack of inspiration, I got into techie tasks, (backing up, installing and learning software). A few days ago, out on a walk, my neighbor's puppy was hit by a SUV; the impact bowled the poor poodle over and over, and freaked out, energized by adrenalin, he took off like a rocket into the woods and disappeared. 3 days went by without a trace of the dog, when he suddenly showed up at 3 am having instinctively found his way back home from 5 miles away, luckily unharmed.The vernal equinox approaches; i look forward to some warmer days. Southern California has been feeling more like British Columbia as of late......... ...... Life is sometimes like a Moiré pattern.[Comment on this post]
Life in a University campus town, part 3(d)
Shannon March 1st, 2006 10:12 pm MSTWalking to the store this morning, I saw a UC student riding a bicycle, surfboard in one hand, cell-phone pressed to his ear with the other, with both hands off the handlebars, riding straight through a busy intersection, seemingly oblivious to the traffic. He went right through the fast moving 30 foot gap between the rear of a car and the front of a large bus, which were both traveling at about 30 miles an hour. This kind of Darwin Award material is commonplace here in this University campus community, which one would expect to have a higher than usual collective I.Q. (Perhaps it really does, but there is precious little evidence of it). On most nights, especially Friday and Saturday, the ululations from the drunken hordes of (mostly Orange County) frats can be heard for many blocks all around. The following phrase describes the usual sound, very approximately: "wwooooohhooooohhh waaaiiiiieeeeee"! (One day I may venture onto the main party street on a Saturday night armed with a portable DAT recorder and stereo microphone and capture the evidence). Very similar sounds emanate from the inmates of the local Devereux Institute for the mentally impaired, a couple blocks to the West. On one busy party night 2 Fridays ago (actually it was by then around 3 am on Saturday morning), I was coming home from a club in L.A. and I had to park my car some 2 blocks away as there were no spaces nearer to my home. On the ensuing walk, I encountered a group of about 6 lads, obviously the worse for wear from over consumption of intoxicating liquids and solids, who had just spilled out of a house some 40 yards in front of me. The last thing to do when confronted with a "pack" like this is to display any semblance of fear, so it was attitude time and I just plowed right throught the middle of this clump as they fell momentarily, and uncharacteristically silent. On recovery from the visual assault of my miniskirted form gradually disappearing into the darkness, the standard UC student howls of wooooooooooaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! yeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaiiieee!!! went echoing though the streets.[Comment on this post]
You are hair
Laurie Kastler February 24th, 2006 1:33 am MSTYa know, back about twenty years ago when I first started going out (it was really 1998, so not 20 years ago) I noticed something right away. This whole CD thing didn't feel complete unless you had some seriously feminine looking hair on your head, and no non-feminine hair on the rest of you. Thus, short hair and a beard was right out. Variations in between didn't seem to work very well, either: muttonchops, or a little aryan brush, or the stupid web programmer look. Facial hair don't work with this. Please, please, if you dress, and you've had a beard all your life, stop making excuses. Go shave it. It's JUST FACIAL HAIR. YOU WILL NOT DIE. Shave off your beard, get a good pro makeover, and enjoy the full monty for a change. So, anyway, there were a few websites about that were "top 10" sorts of collections of girls, and I'd look at those and wish I could be in the top 10. All the superstar model types had a couple of things in common (implants?), but the one factor that seemed to set them apart was they had natural hair... or a really fantastic wig. "Gotta get yerself a good wig," I said to myself. I did use a 3/4s wig for a few years, and then had a crazy idea to grow my hair long. Oh yeah, the bane of male existence, long hair. That little experiment went alright until I was in the middle of the ugly period, where it's not long enough to do anything? My wife's hairdresser came over to do her hair, and then commented on mine. "Oh no, you're not cutting my hair," I said, thinking of the terrible things that could happen. "I'm not going to do anything terrible, I'm just going to trim it," said Ed, and that was my first time getting a haircut with a longer than short do. A year later, and I was at Ed's place confessing to him that I liked to wear women's clothes, and could he possibly style my natural hair with layers? Oh, yes, he could, he assured me, not even phased by the crossdressing. And that began a 6 year relationship that continues to this day. Ed makes my hair beautiful. And he knows I love my hair. See, it's a nice red color. I got beat up for having red hair when I was a child. Don't stand out, no matter what, but when you've got red hair, and not even a good orangy color, but a faggy strawberry blonde, you've got troubles galore from the bullies. But who's laughing now?[Comment on this post]
But what will I wear?!
Laurie Kastler February 22nd, 2006 11:06 am MSTWhile I don't think I'm quite the bewhiskered green Grinch from the movie of the same name, I'm faced with a similar dilemma to the one that caused the character played by Jim Carey to utter the above subject line. Ya see, there's an invite to a bachellorette party in Sacramento. I wanna go, but my wardrobe consists of, let's see, short skirt, risque lingerie, and more short skirts. I don't have a conservative darned thing in the wardrobe. Well, okay, maybe one or two things. Do I go with the short skirt/risque outfit and risk looking, well, silly? I mean, my BUTT is showing already. I don't want to be tacky!!!!! I suppose I shall ask the hostess with the mostess.[2 comments]
zzzzzttt.. sizzle.
Shannon February 22nd, 2006 12:12 am MSTTuesday, February 21, 2006. 2200Z.The golden rule for URNA journalists is this: If you are writing in the text box provided, which is probably not the best idea, as I recently discovered to my chagrin... do make absolutely sure that when you are ready to post, *copy* the text first, ie *before* you post. Murphy's "Law of Maximum Distress" will make sure that should you forget to copy the text into the buffer, the server *will* by then have kicked you off, and all your musings will be forever lost to the ever-expanding pile of deceased text now residing untraceably in the ether. Anyway, I digress already. As I have already mentioned, I am a fairly seasoned journal-writer. Is that a "journalist" or a "diarist", I ask myself? Anyway, when we write, it is traditional to break the text into discrete chunks, that deal with each unfolding topic, or different aspects of a topic, for readability's sake. These chunks are commonly known as "paragraphs". Here, I break with tradition; Shannon, oh rebellious one. Please give a warm welcome to my new style of URNA prose, aka the "Amorphous Blob". The cold weather continues. Cold for me is anything below 60ºF. I have very little bodily padding, so I really feel the cold. Last night it was 34ºF. Relatively speaking, of course, that is *mild*; Yellowstone National Park was around -45ºF the other night; *that* is Cold. But, the air is exceptionally clear and dry, and the visibility is unlimited. This morning, I walked to the blufftops and looked out over towards the Channel Islands, some 30 miles offshore. I could make out details in the landscape that I had never seen before, and even more amazingly, the exceptionally clear air made it appear as if the islands were closer than they really are.. and the foreshortening effect and the Earth's curvature made the ocean appear "humped" into a convex shape. Thinking of those billions of tons of water held there by gravity onto this (astronomically insignifant) ball of spinning rock made me feel decidedly... small.Mid morning, I drive down to Pasadena, home of the JPL and almost perpetual smog. Today was a rare unsmoggy day, and traces of snow remained on the tops of the nearby mountain chain. My destination was a salon where I am having laser treatment on my face. Zzzzzzapp! Zzzzzzt! *ouch*. Ahh...savor the smell of baked beard, sizzling cilia and frying follicles. It isnt really as painful as it sounds, more like being flicked in the chops with an elastic band. (I remember that sensation from my most un-fun schooldays). But, the program is going really well and today was the third visit. The majority of my facial fungus is finally defunct... yippee. This means I can soon dispense with the dreaded beard cover and I wont have to use enough foundation to sink a movie set. For the benefit of those who are thinking of going for laser treatment, it doesn't work with everyone. Laser energy, being light, is more readily absorbed by darker hair pigmentation... and having a contrasting fair skin tone naturally makes the process more efficient. (If you have fair hair or dark skin, then electrolysis is the route to go). I am one of the lucky ones, being fair skinned with dark brunette hair (but she's a blonde in the pictures! Fake!! Fake!!.. hehe). And yes, there is a little pain in the zapping process, especially around the chin and upper lip... but to paraphrase... "no pain, no loss". Anyway, thanks Ahna, and thanks to my dear friend Krissy "Sodapop" for giving me the heads up! *Hugs*.I returned home late afternoon, and I had time to run 5 miles on the bluffs before the sun sank below the horizon in a blaze of indigos, mauves, pinks, oranges, lemons, pineapples, mangos and sweet potatoes. Who slipped what in my decaf?Now, it is time to retire into the studio for an hour or two, to familiarize myself with 3 superduper software beasts from Spectrasonics Inc. Making funny noises, and occasionally ordering them into some vague resemblance of music is one of the activities that keeps me happy. I am so grateful that I can do the music that comes into my own head, rather than having to answer to the industry, that my chops are in good shape, and that I can still hear to almost 20kHz, as many of my peers have severe hearing loss. I am a very fortunate person indeed. Thank'you', Universe. Here endeth the "Blob". For the next instalment, I shall delineate paragraphs with some arcane ASCII character, perhaps something that looks similar to what I had to clean up this morning from under the kitchen table.[1 comment]