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Monday, September 30, 2002
Be there or be nowhere 
| | I've been flogging the DigitalID World Conference for awhile now — not just because I'm going to speak there, and not just because it's a chance for all four Cluetrain perpetrators to cross swords and seek adventure one more time; and not just because Locke, Norlin and the whole TDCRC are not-so-secretly behind the show. |
| | No, it's because the Net was born without an Identity service, and we need to make sure the large herd of 10,000-pound corporate gorillas coming to this thing don't take over the whole fucking conversation. |
| | They can't, of course. Because we won't let them. By we I mean you. That's right. You know who you are. If you want to make sure Microsoft, Sun and other large corpuses aren't more in charge ofyour business relationships than you are, you have to be there. Do it for the sake of what's still your own ass. |
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N Love
Tripping
| | That's how many of those $4.99 container boxes with the red doors on top that the old Subaru holds. It may still be a shitty car, but it's ideal for shuttlling large gulps of stuff from House A to House B. Especially when the distance is a whopping 1.8 miles that we cover in about seven minutes, hills and all. |
| | The  boy and I moved his room yesterday (only a few hours ago as I write this, before bed at midnight). That was the main project, which was made easier by a new room that's larger than the old one, and filled with handy and attractive places to store stuff. We created well-organized and easy-to-access spaces for his art stuff, his airplane stuff, his puzzles, his books, his games, his rubber balls, his sports gear, his video and audio tapes, and so on. We even strung clothespins on a wire along one of the beams, to hold his fragile Whitewings airplanes, which we made a couple years ago and never found a sensible way to store. It was fun transferring the cramped chaos of his old room to the library-like space of his new one, which even comes with an old roll-top desk improbably built into a wall of bookshelves. |
| | Same went for all my sports and camping gear, tools and electronic stuff, which had been held in storage sheds at the old house, and are now sorted into cubbies and shelves in the spacious workshop and basement at the new place. |
| | It's amazing how satisfying it feels to take stuff that's been stored away in boxes and bags, and put it on shelves and in drawers where it can easily be found and used. Suddenly the kid and I wanted to play baseball and throw frisbees and go camping — just because the required gear was right there where we could get at it. |
| | Okay, time to get my aching body to bed, so I can get up in four hours and write a bunch of stuff before I take the kid to school and go back to shuttling boxes again. |
Duck!
There are responses to this message:Re: Monday, September 30, 2002, lou josephs, 9/30/02; 8:46:10 PM Re: Monday, September 30, 2002, Fred Grott, 9/30/02; 1:47:30 PM Re: Monday, September 30, 2002, Ralph Hempel, 9/30/02; 8:02:14 AM
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