Sun - February 5, 2006

reflections 


we finally have all of my father's columns for their local paper, the star, up at his blog, reflections on life. 143 essays. my mother's spent several weeks transcribing the last fifty or so that we found. 

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Mon - January 30, 2006

a sight for sore eyes. 


see this--eh? the good old broadway site, which will soon be updated with new images to match the refit they've been working on most of the month.

not much to look at. kind plain, kinda ordinary, but i'm glad to see it. extra glad.

why, do you say?

well, two titanic forces rumbling through history collided last night, like the andrea dorea and the stockholm.

firstly, i've been maintaining the broadway cafe website since january 2001. in days of yore i had a hotmail email address, and that was the avenue whence i communicated to the registrar of the name.

a couple years ago, when i adopted the dot mac email address i sue, i prowled about the internet updating contact information: my name register was one of those places. well and good; i have renewed the domain since then via that avenue, and have heard from them via that road. no harm there, eh? of course not.

force one laid cruising.


there is serious dissent in the cat community here. dukakis has decided to not tolerate chachi, the weakest and most vulnerable cat. for over a month various accommodations of her living space have been created, which have more or less ended in her having a private apartment in the back bedroom. we have been bringing her out to lap her in the living room in the evenings, with dukakis looking on like the dark angel of death. he gets a face full of water spritz from a squirt bottle when he ventures too near, so we hope, by slow degrees, to create peace in the dominion again.

force two, seemingly unrelated, laid in the waters

last night, a rattle rattle, rattle rattle comes at the back bedroom door. bonnie mumbles, and says, stuck. by which she implies that someone is not where they are supposed to be, and ought to be let out. it turns out she thought hazel, no. 3 on the totem pole, might have gotten herself closed in a hall cabinet, which is within the realm of possibility; i suspected cracker of being accidentally locked away with chachi, which has happened.

i went back to check on the bedroom, and opened the door, and out shoots chachi, who as recently as four hours ago wouldn't have come out on a bet. i don't know why she did, but i took her to bed with us. the dark angel of death came looming, and eventually matters devloved to a certain amount fo running around, hissing, and leaping, with me trailing behind dealing waters squirts to any dark angels that i could track down. everyone separated, i stowed chachi in her apartment, where she went under the bed, and locked up.

i checked my email before retiring--well after 1 am--and found a message from jon cates, part owner of the broadway.

crash! the unrelated disasters collide.


fortuitous it is that chachi awoke us. amongst other things i needed to take care of, jon mentioned that the site was pointing to something it wasn't supposed to--basically boilerplate adverts. you know the type. (find about broadwaycafeandroastery.com etc etc.)

my heart sank. i knew what i was up against: but had the domain simply been redirected by the registrar (temporarily) before being sold to whatever name collector wanted it, or was it already gone beyond recall? a feverish hour went by. it had been seven days since the name had expired; five and a half days, it turns out (see nifty broadway stats below) since it had been redirected.

crap! my registrar had changed its name management system, and somehow had summoned from the misty depths the hotmail address i used to use. an address that had expired! could i reaccess it? thank god, yes. could i get my password? yes. could i buy the name without making a typo? that, too.

at 2 am i went back to bed with a twitch in one eye and a nervous jerk in my left shoulder, without complete confidence that everything would work out. but a little while ago, i had access again and the DNS servers, slow and majestic in their way, resolved the traffic back at my domain host.

dude. uncool.

thank you, chachi. i would have hated to find this out at 5 am when i was going to get up. every hour counts, when your domain has been dead for seven days.



viz., and to wit:


 

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Fri - January 27, 2006

my pook wants me to post this . . . 



Blingo
you can pook at her at blogobonnie . . . 

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Thu - January 26, 2006

teaching computer art design at osceola. 


in the mid 80s my father started one of the first computer art courses in a high school in missouri. the story is here . . . it's more than a little amazing that this happened at tiny osceola high school. 

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Sun - January 22, 2006

nervous and alone 


bonnie's gone with allie to emporia to see (and presumably buy) a wedding dress, and i'm so unhappy i could just poop. 105 miles to and from.

bleah.
 

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Sat - January 21, 2006

snow 


there was just a smidge of snow last night, but it has already melted.
 

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Thu - January 19, 2006

thank you, mac! 


for the link.

everyone drop by his site, please--paricualrly for the apookalyptic fun! 

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Wed - January 11, 2006

about flippin' time! 


google earth is now available on the mac!


this is going to be the new most useful thing i have. it beats out everything from macworld. 

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and i must say--thank you, tony. belatedly. 


for a wholly undeserved nod. 

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Sun - January 8, 2006

good lord 


i hardly posted at all last week. 

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Sat - January 7, 2006

apothegm of the day 


bonnie to me (on the porch): there sure are a lot of things to trip over out here.

me to she: things to trip over? or are they opportunities to fly?

she: no. 

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Thu - January 5, 2006

crazy 


hyperspace? poppycock. i don't believe word one of it. 

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Wed - January 4, 2006

dreaming of snow 



 

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Sun - January 1, 2006

more reflections 


with my mother's assistance, i have been blogging a misplaced collection of my father's writings at his old blog, reflections on life. 

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blogging 


many people will describe blogging as some sort of new phenomena; 2004's election year was referred to as the year of the blog by some. but these people simply haven't been paying attention. identifiable blogs existed in the early 1990s, while online journaling of a sort goes back into the '80s. myself, i have been blogging since 2000, in hand-coded blogs, livejournal, and now this blog.


despite its perceived novelty, blogging is thus nearly as old as the internet as we know it. but as in many things--where will it go?

here's to another year of blogging. 

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Sat - December 31, 2005

home again home again 


jiggity jig. back in town. 

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Thu - December 29, 2005

Eugene Francis “Jack” Elliott  


this saddens me a great deal, in ways that won't mean a thing to anyone not from my home town. he was a good man. another piece of my world pulled away and falling into shadow. this wretched planet . . .



Eugene Francis “Jack” Elliott, 83, El Dorado Springs, was born on July 6, 1922, near Vista, to Frank and Cora Lea (Loftin) Elliott. He passed away on Dec. 25, 2005, in the Cedar County Memorial Hospital.

At an early age, Jack and his family moved to Roscoe where he graduated from the Roscoe High School in 1940. He worked on a well drilling rig until enlisting in the United States Army in 1942. He served until Christmas time in 1945, having served with the 31st Signal Company, 31st Division Dixie.

On Sept. 28, 1946, Jack married Sadie Eleanor Ballenger in Monett. They made their home in El Dorado Springs for almost 55 years, until her passing on Aug. 19, 2001.

Jack worked as an auto mechanic for dealerships in Nevada and El Dorado Springs until going into business for himself, sharing space with Vince Strain in the shop at 303 E. Spring Street. When Vince retired, Jack bought the business and it became Elliott Garage and was open until his death.

Jack had an interest in boats. He was the service man for C.A. Hedricks for several years which led to his buying the Evinrude dealership in 1970. For 25 years, he worked on many outboards and boats in this area.

When his son, Owen, graduated from high school in 1969, he joined his father in the family business.

Around 1955, Jack became a member of the El Dorado Springs Volunteer Fire Department, serving as a fire fighter, assistant chief, and in 1976, becoming chief. In spite of health problems, he still would respond to calls and offer his help or advice to the younger members. He was still “The Chief” at his passing.

Jack was an avid bowler and golfer and was well known around the bowling alley and golf course. Even if he wasn't playing, he would watch others that were.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Sadie; his parents, Frank and Cora; his first son, Phillip Nolan; and an older brother who died in infancy.

Survivors include his son, Owen Elliott and his wife - Shauna - El Dorado Springs; his daughter, Ava Lynne Green and her husband - Dan - Sevierville - TN; two brothers, Ralph Elliott and his wife - Fern - Lowry City and Theodore Scott Elliott and his wife - Lena - El Dorado Springs; one sister, Faye Doyle - Clinton; his granddaughter, Angela Cluck and her husband - Scott; two great-grandchildren, Kausha and Blake Cluck - all of El Dorado Springs; and many, many friends, colleagues and customers.

Services will begin at 2 p.m. on Friday, Dec. 30, in the Church of God (Holiness) with Rev. Leland Trussell officiating.

Interment will be in the El Dorado Springs Cemetery under the direction of the Hackleman and Sons Funeral Home, El Dorado Springs. Pallbearers will be Russ Hayes, Ron Brown, Bob Floyd, Leo Green, Jay Schwalm and Dwight Kennett. Honorary pallbearers will be members of the El Dorado Springs Fire department.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Heart Association.

 

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Sun - December 25, 2005

merry christmas 





 





("Star of Bethlehem", © Rafal Olbinski - shamelessly stolen from the front page of phenomena) 

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Tue - December 20, 2005

exactly one year ago, just this minute . . . 


my father died. 

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Sun - December 18, 2005

back from nebraska 


a pleasant trip! but good to be back. 

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'SERPO'--a word destined to join 'MJ-12' in legend 

a light, scattered snow across the area . . . 

in other news . . . 

our snow is suffering 

sled kitty 

snowing! 

the cat came back 

overheard 

snow, sleet 

low key thanksgiving 

cold again tonight 

root canal is A-OK 

poverty's child 

today is root canal day 

i want to show you these halloween wishes from blabla 

twentieth and twenty-first rounds 

sixteenth and seventeenth and eightenth and nineteeth rounds 

thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth rounds! 

tenth, eleventh, and twelvth rounds! 

ninth round! 

eighth round 

seventh round! 

sixth round 

fifth round! 

and more! 

more trick or treaters! 

all hallow's eve 

whew 

cold slowly decongesting . . . . 

autumn like a gold wave 

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