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Welcome to journal entry February 8. Tonight I watched one of my favorite shows: NYPD Blue. Thus the background, and the music, and the image to the left. I was very impressed by the clever beginning of a farewell to one character, and the slight of hand beginning of an introduction to a new character. The show did the usual great job of juggling intricate and compelling plot lines. One in particular that moved me had to do with Jill's dilemma with her ex-husband who has been collared. The friendship between her and her partner Diane, and the lengths that Diane will go to save Jill from any pain, really moved me. Friendship could probably be seen as the main theme of this episode. I am looking forward to how they develop this theme, and the relationships of all the characters. One thing I kept thinking while watching was that I could see how they could film the show with out a script very far ahead of time. However, the director and writer do not decide on key scenes until often the same day of the shooting of the scene. Perhaps this lends a freshness to the dramatic moments, but with all of the complex settings, dialogue, and camara shots, it shows tremendous skill. So, I was watching from a different angle tonight, and was impressed even more by the result.

Some side notes:

  • On the news I heard that John McCain has announced that he supports the don't ask, don't tell policy of the military. AGGGGGH. He says that this policy is effective, and there is no reason to rock the boat. This is infuriating because it is obvious to most people (even many conservatives) that this policy is a bad deal. I say, ban gays completely (I don't support this, mind you) or let them come out of the closet. How we can have this kind of discrimination in the army workplace, while other workplaces are banned from it, is beyond me I think that in a non draft environment, the military is functionally a workplace--the members do get paid, and often make careers of it.
  • My hair is so flat today, which you might be able to tell in the above picture (it looks like I have bangs). But what is weird about this is that I just used some new shampoo from Clairol Herbal Essence, and it made my hair baby soft. But there is no body to it at all. Maybe the dirt held it up.
  • I am addicted to sports-top water bottles. Right now I am continually refilling my Sparkletts Sports Top water bottle. Drinking from it is functionally akin to sucking on a battle, or watergunning bottle down your throat. Slurp, suck. I am in heaven. Hmm, a new imood: slurping

musing about being a webgirl
everytime I get on the web, and especially when I work on my site, I think about my role, function, and desired place in the cyber-reality. so much of my life has revolved around the internet in some way in the last 6 years, so I think it is important for me to be aware of the various issues that go along with interacting with fellow human beings in such a virtual way. for instance, a question I have pondered more than once is why have a website, or webcam, or anything at all. Vanity? Novelty? Honing my skills? Something to do? Communication? Visibility? Probably all of the above, and even more, but there is a simple day to day reason, a simple excitement gained from it, that is unmatched.

I have always liked to run to the mailbox, and see if I got mail. Later this translated well went I got email. The most fun when you have email, or a mail box is having a pen pal, someone you know or don't know. However, there is a more basic joy in just running to the mailbox and seeing if you got anything, even if you haven't written anybody lately. You are out there, available for contact, and part of this world, even if you are just the target of junk mail. But a website takes the step even further. You put your stuff up, like a bulliten board, or an art show. It is published, in a sense. (Good question, why do people bother to publish their work?) And then you wait. You check the stats, fine tune the site, and wait for some acknowledgement that your bytes have reached someone's cpu. Most of the time you don't get email responses--readers are not as reliable as junk mail. But you notice contact in small ways, often when checking the stats. Who's been looking at my page, you wonder, and where did they come from? This is a more meaniningful query than how many hits did I have today. You look and see some url you've never seen. Someone's linked to you. You get that I GOT LINKED high, and check to see if it is someone you know. And when it isn't, you wonder how they got to you. You are delighted when you find out that it is some random person who cared enough to advertise your like corner of the web.

So, this dramatic complicated rendering of the joy of websiting, is meant to illustrate what is basically a simple basic joy of being connected to other human beings. Not in a purposeful way, nor in a random way. But in the way that the web functions best--as a hyperlink way, from one link to another. Someone has jumped to you (i.e. a hit) and decided to stay. People who stay, even in a small way, are what makes the web worthwhile to me.

Of course, then there is the issue of webmarket girl, webpages that make money, that you have to deal with. One you decide to webit, you have to consider the potential of making a profit. In this day and age, if you do it right, it isn't too hard to make some money off a webgirl site. But then your whole perspective changes. People who stay become for you people who pay. You charge for membership to your site, your small corner of the web, and you have an audience you feel compelled to entertain. You want to create a base readership, and the dips in the stats worries you. I have no problem with webmarket girls--nor do I think that they are selling their souls or stripping any meaning that comes from the web experience. However, in my own consideration, I just can't justify myself in the transition to webmarket girl. The simple connections that come from changing your site to your own liking with no focus (other than simple consideration) on others is more important to me than the profits. Webgirls and Webmarketgirls simply approach their websites with slightly different perspectives. The goals are mainly the same, but the process of designing a cyber haven for potential readers is different when you know that people are paying or not. Obviously this is a complex issue, and I am sure I could get some flak from the webmarketgirls out there. But this webgirl has decided to stay free

...at least for now,


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