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I've begun building a comment

I've begun building a comment

I’ve begun building a comment system using XML/XSLT and either Java servlets or php for form processing. I’ve decided that when you add threaded message support it changes from a comment system to a discussion system. So I’m happy to just have a linear list of comments. I had better get this done because Dave is almost ready to hand me a lot more work to do as I break down this massive Dreamweaver HTML code he has into XSLT. I’m hoping it only takes me about four hours or so to get this comment thing setup.

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My armor carries the blood

My armor carries the blood

My armor carries the blood of my enemies as I emerge from the battlefield victorious. I have faced the Blogger gods and come through with my head bloodied but unbowed. I am now using Blogger to publish XML files and then doing all the HTML translations with XSLT and Cocoon on my server. It’s taken about four hours, most of that building the XSLT file, but it has been worth it. I haven’t had such a resounding victory against the machine in quite some time. At the very least it has taken my mind off of her.

I'm back in Huntspatch and

I'm back in Huntspatch and

I’m back in Huntspatch and I can feel that slimy residue settling all about me. If I sit still long enough that residue will harden and I’ll be trapped in this pit. Then I’m just another bug trapped inside the amber of a fossilized tree. When I look at the other people I know here I can see them getting stuck in it. The worst part is they’ve been here so long they can’t even tell. Come August 8th I’m packing everything and getting out of here.

Cities must be alive. They

Cities must be alive. They

Cities must be alive. They seem to all have their own soul which represents some collective will culled from its people and their seemingly random activities. If each city did not have its own soul what would make Dallas different from Atlanta or Boston. However, cities aren’t just passive receptacles for the will of its people. The people in each city seem to get caught up in some sort of feedback loop with the city. Just as we change the city, the city changes us. I’ve noticed this the past few days since coming to Dallas from Huntsville, Alabama. The hopelessness and frustration I had in Huntsville has melted away as I’m caught up in the movement and the energy that is Dallas. I feel invigorated by my future possibilities again. As Dallas has changed me, how shall I change Dallas?