Blind Prophecy

	Vaillancourt Fountain, by Armand Vaillancourt. Built in 1971. This wonderful sculpture sits between the Ferry Building and the end of Market Street in San Francisco. Photo by Flickr user Pinhole.

Why is it that every time WordPress puts out an upgrade, it take me hours to figure out why the “automatic upgrade” has taken my site and/or my back-end login offline? I suspect the problem isn’t entirely my fault, but it probably is.

On the plus side, I’ve now noticed the “password protect” function on WordPress where I can give reading access only to those people with a particular password. In light of recent drama, we may or may not choose to utilize that function in the future. Some of the other WordPress 2.6 changes are cool. I like the caption function for images even if it is easier for me to go in and code the html myself for fine control.

Despite the San Francisco summer resetting to default (“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco” – often attributed to Mark Twain incorrectly), I had a very pleasant lunch down by the Embarcadero today. When I first moved to town, I used to enjoy hanging out in the sun down there while looking for work.

So I grabbed a quick sandwich and found a sunny spot in the grass to read for a bit. It was nice and relaxing.

Slower day at work today. The first major hurdle in my final project is over. The next one comes when we present pages to crazy boss lady next week.

Jennifer and I have spent the past few days alternating turns at cheering each other up over work stupidity and family drama. I’m starting to suspect we’re entirely too much alike when cycles of random family and professional chaos start to sync up.

Need to start job hunting in Cincy, but I think anybody that puts up job listings on Craigslist so that you spend two hours formatting your resume and cover letter, only to receive an auto-reply directing you to a different job board when you finally do hit send… well, those people ought to be shot. It’s the very opposite of the kind of behavior that might inspire me to make use of your site. Do you hear that, Beyond.com? Stupid fucking spam scam.

Filed under: blogging meta, San Francisco, work by Jere Keys