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Writings, issues and observations from Cleveland, Ohio by Will Kessel

Archive for February, 2005

I have always been a firm believer in the concept that if you are going to do something, especially something worthwhile, you should do it correctly the first time. This saves you the headache — and potential embarrassment — of fixing it later.

This is especially true of home ownership and home improvement. If you don’t do it right, it’ll look bad, be short-lived, and function like the garbage that it is; it’s far better to take your time, use the right tools, and do the job properly. Not only will it look better, work better and last longer, it’ll cost you far less money in the long run.

I am fortunate. My father (may he rest quietly) taught me a number of things about caring for and improving a home, including taking pride in your work. He must be laughing his butt off right about now.

Not at me, mind you, but at what I have to go through to improve the house my bride and I currently own. You see, just about every improvement inflicted upon our house in the 10 years before we took the reins has been shoddily done by someone suffering from a Grade-A, Type 1, textbook case of Recto-Cranial Inversion.

For example, we have a bathroom wall that has held 10 towel racks in the last 10 years. Do you think the holes were filled? Not a chance; they put a wallpaper border over the offending area. Done. Get out of the shower in the middle of winter and you’ll freeze parts of your body you never thought could freeze.

This guy is a real Bob Vila wanna-be:

“Glazing windows? What’s that?”

“Oh, I thought you wanted a hot attic, not a cold one…”

“Oh, and let’s not worry about priming the bare plaster walls in the kitchen with oil-base primer; just use the latex-base primer and get the job done: who cares if the paint peels off the wall in sheets the size of a semi trailer?”

“You know, this house feels drafty; we should add a gas fireplace in the living room (instead of properly insulating the attic). Wouldn’t that be nice? Just take the basement ceiling tiles down so we can run the pipe; we’ll throw them back up later. Who cares if they’re splintered and won’t fit back together properly?”

This invert, a true Charter Member of the Recto-Cranial Adhesion Society, did all of this — and more.

Currently, I’m wrestling with the kitchen floor. Originally covered with linoleum, and sometime later with linoleum tile, “Bonehead” (the last owner, and not the term my bride and I use for this Invert) covered it with floor leveling cement and then Pergo, a laminate that looks like wood. It actually looked pretty fair, to be honest. Well, all except for the lump in the floor in front of the refrigerator… and the uneven steps…

Then came the day we put in new cabinets: the new floor cabinets have a deeper toe kick, which means we now have 2″-wide ruts in front of each cabinet; the Pergo is old and discontinued, and we can’t get anything even remotely close to match. So my bride and I decided to rip it out and install porcelain ceramic tile.

Hehe.

This Invert — get this — nailed the Pergo in place. Yup! You read that correctly! A floor that is supposed to float on the surface to allow for expansion and contraction with the weather, and this A-Watt nailed it in place! To make matters worse, he also used drywall screws (his answer to everything around the house, by the way) to shim it into place. And just for the sake of totally screwing up the job, he used the wrong cement to join the planks — which permeated the laminate.

Guess what happened when I tried to pull up the laminate floor?

It shattered — like glass.

Hundreds of tiny shards of razor-sharp laminate flew around the kitchen like a flock of birds fleeing an invader. It was so sharp I cut my finger — bad enough, I realize now — that I should have gone to the hospital for stitches (Super Glue, I guess, is what they’re using now).

This Invert must be so far up there that he’s looking out his navel — and the obvious problem with such a posture is the lack of depth perception — or any other type of perception, for that matter.

I just received an email notifying my that I am now a member of the Ohio Red States blogroll. They describe my blog as “the ultimate extension of the original Gutenberg press.”

He he.

OK, so they took a quote from another web site. I’ll buy that, as that is how I view the Internet and blogging in general, but that is far from how I view the point of this blog.

Come to think of it, this blog has been redefined — especially since the crash — as a blog about more than just web design and CSS; I have allowed it (and redefined it, although not consciously) to become more of a commentary, essay-oriented, op-ed site than I had originally intended.

Be that as it may, that is my writing style. Always has been; I guess it always will be, although I also write some fiction and a little poetry. I wanted, initially, to write about standards-based web design and provide some critique, but it seems as if the market for this is full.

I wanted my own voice.

So I have returned to writing what I already know, which is what writers always do best, anyway. Stephen King wrote in his book, “On Writing,” that a writer should write to please himself (my bride gave me this book). Needless to say…

I have debated telling red-state.com to change my description to “A Blog from the Mouth of the Mighty Cuyahoga River”; I have decided against it.

I think I’ll let it stand as it is.

A simple traipse though history, starting with the earliest human use of tools, seems to reveal that communications is the main beneficiary of technology. I know there are a few holes here, but please bear with me…

In one of the oldest testaments to humankind’s technological development, early humans drew pictures on cave walls. Assume, for a moment, that one purpose of cave drawings was the intent to enhance communication — seems reasonable, doesn’t it? For the sake of argument, I’ll accept it for now.

You can trace just about every single technological advancement in history and its effects throughout the history of communication. Even warfare is a form of communication, when you really think about it (it’s really more like persuasion, but persuasion in itself is a form of communication, isn’t it?):

Shoot at your enemy. “Can you hear me now?” Hmmm… Nope. Shoot a bigger gun at your enemy. Hmmm… Still no. Lob a bomb at him. Hmmm… Obviously, what we have here is a failure to communicate. Lob a bigger bomb at him. BOOM! “Can you hear me now? Good!”

So, we start the history of communication with stone-age cave images, watch the development of a consistent, oral language (”Oog make fire”), waltz through hieroglyphics, and into the development of written languages. Step forward to the Middle Ages and we see monks toiling their entire lives to make a single, perfect copy of one book — the Bible. At this point in time, humanity had a literacy rate of about 1%; the learned were mostly priests, monks and some royalty.

In the 1450’s, Gutenberg invented the printing press, a machine that enabled one man to create thousands of copies of the Bible during that same man’s lifetime. In the ensuing years, the literacy rate soared. People were now able to exchange ideas more easily. In fact, since Gutenberg’s invention, humanity’s development of technology has grown at a predictable — if not exponential — rate.

Just 300 years after Gutenberg’s landmark, we see literacy rates approaching 50%, books and pamphlets begin to circulate new ideas, we see the beginnings of the Press in America, and we see the rise of one of the most fundamental (American) ideals: democracy combined with free enterprise — fueled by free speech.

In the intervening years to mid-last century, we see literacy rates approach 100% in some countries (currently 65.11% overall world-wide), the rise of large daily newspapers, as well as the invention of the telegraph, the telephone, the railroad, radio and television. Throughout the last 130 years, advancing technology has enabled greater and greater communication, bringing with it greater understanding of others, a better living standard for almost everyone, and a somewhat more peaceful world (well… perhaps, or perhaps not).

Granted, I’m being way over-simplistic here, but you should be getting my point by now: advancing communication between humans is a primary key to improving life on this planet. This is why we set up negotiating tables for warring parties: let’s talk out our differences and see if we can’t get things done.

Now we have the Internet. Gutenberg must be either rolling in his grave like a lathe — or grinning madly — by now, since writing and publishing cost a minute decimal equivalent to what it cost 555 years ago, and a lot of it can be accomplished with a device smaller than his first publication. Now, get this: it can be done in the blink of an eye — for the world!

I think, for the sake of argument, that I have safely made Point One.

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About two years ago (or so), I linked onto a weblog (I think I was reading Salon.com, possibly, but I’m not sure) by a young man in his early teens. He lived in Texas, his parents were difficult (as I recall), and he was gay (not that there is anything wrong with that). His blog was about what it was like growing up gay in the middle of Texas — a southern, red-necked, Bible-Belt community. I have since lost the URL.

He was incredibly articulate. He wrote eloquently about his social experiences and how he felt about them; it was a blog about one kid’s pluckiness and true grit, far beyond what most people address in a lifetime.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have given it much thought, but his blog intrigued me: he had compelling things to say, of which I could relate to a good bit. I understandably couldn’t relate to some other things because of the difference in our orientations, but what struck me was his openness and honesty — then I read a few of the comments.

Another teen, in a similar situation about 2,000 miles away, had found this young man’s blog and began to read it daily. He commented, finally, after reading the blog for almost two months. He said that he had been planning suicide for some time before he found the blog, feeling totally alone and isolated — as if he were a freak. Reading the blogger’s experiences motivated the young man to find a support group, seek medical and psychological attention for depression, and work on the issues of his life.

His comment struck me: “You saved my life.”

The blogging teen’s web site had the following characteristics: his own URL, his own server space, and a proxied domain listing. It is possible that he used a pseudonym as well; I cannot be sure. The idea here is that a reader would not be able to pinpoint the writer’s location — most of the information that would allow this was deliberately vague, obviously to protect the blogger.

One other quality of this particular youth’s blog: the intent was not to “hook up” with others — it was intended to illustrate his life so that others like him would not feel alone. I’m sure he was harrassed and propositioned. I’m sure that predators tried to get to him, as he occasionally wrote about poseurs in his email, comments and instant messaging program.

Up to the point where I stopped reading his blog, he had denied all offers. Sharp kid. Point Two.

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When I was in high school, about age 16, a close friend of mine took a job cleaning out a local hair salon after hours. Actually, his mother arranged it for him. The money was good, off the books, and it helped him buy gasoline and cigarettes. Once, the owner (a man well over 40 — this was in Rocky River in the 1970’s, mind you!) propositioned him for oral sex. My friend politely declined, and that was that.

About the same time (I remember because it came up in the same conversation), I was delivering pizzas early weekend evenings. It was good money at the time. One night, I delivered a pizza to an apartment (again in Rocky River) occupied by two men in their 50’s. One answered the door wearing nothing but a white towel that clearly revealed the man’s prior activities with his partner. As I stood in the doorway to the apartment, waiting for the pizza money, I could clearly see into the bedroom, where his partner was lying naked on the bed, visibly “keeping things alive,” as it were.

They asked me to “join” them; I declined, took the money for the pizza, and returned to work.

Not every teen has this kind of common sense, I’ll grant, but most do — and will tell you so if you ask them. Point Three.

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I have not looked at xanga.com. I have no need. Tell me that it is a transparent blogger site and I believe you. Tell me that it is a danger to kids that want to blog there and I’ll believe you.

I have no problem with this.

I have no problem with teens blogging — in fact, I’d encourage them to do so; as with the case with the teen in Texas: if it saves at least one teen life from suicide or drugs and alcohol, then it is worth it. Further, with practice anyone can write well; writing, however, is something that few people choose to do because writing well is difficult.

We have a dearth of good writers, and fewer today than in years past; we need more good writers with good ideas today than we ever needed in our history, if you ask me, so to prevent a teen from blogging for shear fear of the dangers involved — without concern for possible countermeasures — is, in my mind, inappropriate, if not detrimental to both the child and society.

Further, most teens I have known, throughout my life, had the common sense and good judgment to not be taken in by a stranger — not ALL of them, mind you — but most of them did. Parenting, guidance and oversight is still a requirement if your child is to use the Internet — I never said that this wasn’t so.

My point for Tim White at WKYC-TV was that the report about xanga.com blurred the lines about blogging in general and kids. Tim tells me that it was about transparent blog sites like xanga.com, but the story, after referring to this one site, went on to talk about blogging sites in general — not limiting it to “sites like xanga.com” — and the dangers such sites provide to our kids. The unspoken implication was obvious; since I was not the only person to respond to this, I know I was not barking up the wrong tree.

Further, the story didn’t offer alternatives beyond “pen and paper” — the equivalent to offering me an abacus to replace my calculator. For these reasons I called the report “grossly inaccurate, misleading, and potentially harmful.” It’s not really Tim White’s fault: he merely introduced the story; I doubt, however, that he had any part in the story’s editing.

So, to Tim White, I apologize for my flame; my intent, however, still stands.

Further, I erred when I wrote the previous post; I allowed my anger to deter me from presenting a possible solution to the issue of our kids blogging on these so-called “transparent blogging sites” like xanga.com. My humble apologies also extend to you, Constant Reader.

So here’s my suggestion: given the aforementioned Three Points, in order to protect our children from predators and still give them the opportunity to exercise their writing skills and free speech, perhaps we in Greater Cleveland should develop a weblogging host service strictly for teens. The site administrator could check with the local schools (and the child’s parents) to ensure that any child that wanted to start a local blog be under 18 and be a student in good standing in a local school.

It would be a sort of a co-op program for aspiring writers and bloggers. No bad language, no “hooking up” as the main intent for the blog, and not enough information included that would allow a predator access to our most precious resource — our children.

What say ye?

An open letter to Tim White and the rest of the WKYC-TV staff, sent this morning, regarding a story WKYC ran about the hazards of kids who blog:

Dear Tim White,

Your story on Internet blogging intrigued me greatly. I have some issues with it, however.

I agree that Xanga.com, to me, does not sound like an ideal situation for the aspiring young blogger; since you ignored any kind of alternative, however, I found the story grossly inaccurate, misleading, potentially harmful, and obvious fearmongering as a ratings ploy.

As a local weblogger myself (and a long-time computer user), I know and understand the importance of keeping certain elements of my personal life unavailable to the general public; while I allow certain information to be known, most of the really important things I keep tightly under wraps. Children who use blogs as a journal should be counseled as to what to write and what not to write; if they intend to get “intimately” personal, they need to know how to keep themselves unavailable to predators.

There are ways to do this:

First, buy your own URL (Uniform Resource Locator — a web address, such as www.mysite.com), which costs a mere $10 a year (less if you catch godaddy.com at the right time). When you buy your URL from godaddy.com, specify a proxy to keep your personal information private. Else, your personal information (address, phone, etc.) is exposed to the general public.

Second, rent your own server space. My own server space at digitalspace costs a mere $3 per month; you can pay by check, money order or credit card.

Then it’s just a matter of being careful about what you write and how you write it. It’s as simple as that.

As presented, the story itself puts bloggers and blogging in a bad light. As a core Northeast Ohio Weblogger, I must object to this presentation as unfair and malicious; nothing could be further from the truth!

Tim, just to be perfectly clear: my bride is the News Editor for the News-Herald and sits on the Editorial Board of this esteemed newspaper. I, myself, went to The Ohio State University School of Journalism, which means that I have not only the right — but also the responsibility — to point out the error and unfairness of your report!

Blogging is not evil. Blogging has improved my life — and the lives of many others who find the impulse to write unavoidable. It has improved the flow of information on the web, and has become the ultimate extension of the original Gutenberg press; no other invention in the history of humankind can surpass the relelvance and importance of this fact!

Tim, I would like to personally invite you to attend a meetup of local bloggers this coming March 16th at 7:00pm — which, in fact, will be hosted by Denise Polverine at cleveland.com. The site is currently TBA; I’ll be more than happy to personally update you with the information. You will be warmly welcomed and accepted into our group; of this I have no doubt.

Preventing kids from blogging is the wrong approach; preventing them from blogging inappropriately is the real issue here. Done with care, kids can — and undoubtably will — reach heights we never dreamed about; the recommendation that they use pen and paper for journaling smacks of modern-day Luddism.

Regards,

Will Kessel
www.collisionbend.com

PS — You’ll find a copy of this letter posted in my weblog — for the entire world (and city of Cleveland) to see. — WK

Arabica Coffeehouse at Case Western Reserve University hosted another Web Design Meetup last night. Only 3 attended, those being Grayden MacLennan, Eric Meyer and myself.

I’m normally disappointed with this kind of turnout, as a rule. Last night was a little different, however. With a more intimate setting, I learned a lot about PHP, WordPress and WordPress Plugins, Case Western Reserve University and Eric’s history with the aforementioned institution, and far more than I had ever known before — or would have known — given a larger, more inquisitive and less intimate group.

What Eric directed me toward after the meetup, however, was the eye-opener of the month, to say the least. Eric and I share a passion for photography (I minored in Photography at Ohio State). Eric pointed out to me the Wired story about the Gigapixl Project, an awesome project built from the ashes of extremely old Cold War technology.

The images from this project blow me away: the detail, the finite resolution… all of it.

It makes me wonder about the validity of those tales you hear that the US Government is able to read, from a camera perched on a satellite 4 or 5 miles above, the page number on the issue of the Plain Dealer you’re reading while sitting on a bench in Edgewater Park

Folks, this technology is at least 40 - 50 years old: it’s declassified and decommissioned, freely available to anyone that has a few extra bucks burning a hole in their wallet. This guy put together a 4 GIGApixel camera (compare that to my 5.24 megapixel Minolta!) — from hopelessly outdated government surplus parts!

I have to wonder what the government is using up there today.

And to think that George Orwell was worried about 1984

The other day, Eric Meyer posted a piece about a local eatery. Since I’d rather not steal his thunder, I’ll not quote any of it here; suffice it to say that this eatery is one of our personal favorites — and I’m speaking for both my bride and me.

It got me thinking, however, about what I like from this restaurant — and how I like it. I enjoy the YT Medley, which is basically a fried egg and muenster cheese sandwich with bacon on a pita, quartered. I like it with green Tabasco.

But, then again, I like just about everything with some form of Tabasco on it, in it or next to it.

So I decided to visit the Tabasco web site. I think I have to agree with Eric in his assertion that when it comes to food on the web, the better foods and eateries have the worst web sites.

I won’t go into what I’d do to the Tabasco site — that alone would take me a week — but I like the reference, and I like its function. Let’s just say that I find it hard to comprehend why, when a company has spent so much time and energy standardizing its product, that it won’t use a standardized design approach to its site. Sniffer scripts and image maps? That stuff went out in ‘95.

But, I digress…

You can really learn a lot on this site. F’rinstance, were you aware that you can purchase a gallon jug of Tabasco for a mere $34.95US? The same jug personalized — that is, with a certificate of ownership label on the jug with your name on it — is only $8 more. If they made the gallon-size in the Chipotle or the green, I’d buy that instead; I prefer them to the standard red, and I’d surely go through a gallon of each inside 12 months.

How about a nutritional analysis for Tabasco Pepper Sauce? Directly from their web site:

Serving size: 1tsp (5ml)
Servings: about 30 (per 5 oz. bottle)

Amount per Serving:
Calories 0
Total Fat 0g (0% DV)
Sodium 30mg* (1% DV)
Total Carb. 0g (0% DV)
Protein 0g
Vitamin A (4% DV)

* 2.18mg or less sodium per 1/16 of a teaspoon, an average shake-on serving.

Not a significant source of calories from fat, saturated fat, cholesterol, dietary fiber, sugar, vitamin C, calcium and iron. Percent Daily Values (DV) are based on a 2,000 calorie diet.

What they aren’t telling you is that capsaicin, the component of a pepper that gives the pepper its heat, is an excellent remedy for arthritis — and helps ward off infections like the common cold, influenza and the like. Somehow, germs don’t like the spiciness. I know, that’s hardly a scientific explanation, but it’s true: people who eat spicy foods are less prone to contracting colds, the flu, or having problems with arthritis.

Recently, researchers have even singled out capsaicin as a potential weapon in the fight against cancer. It kills cancer cells — dead.

Anyway, they also have a ton recipes on the site — most of which are actually housed over at FoodTV.com. Some look interesting; others don’t excite me much.

I have one recipe that I use quite often — even with folks who don’t like spicy stuff — for burgers, steaks, pork roasts or chicken on the grill. It’s really simple: equal parts Honey and Tabasco (either Chipotle or Green). If you want, you can add a 1/4 teaspoon of Emeril’s Essence per 1/4 cup of liquid for a little variance on flavor.

Use as a marinade and as a basting sauce while the meat is on the grill. Works great on the rotisserie, too. The sweet honey cancels out the hot Tabasco and together they carmelize on the grill, making the meat crispy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, and real tasty.

Now you know why I grill in the middle of winter — at 10 below zero with the snow up to my knees and a 30mph gale coming in from Lake Erie.

I have mixed emotions today, so I’ll start with the good stuff…

A friend showed me his web-enabled phone last night. He even surfed a few websites. I asked him if I could see this site, and he obliged.

I wish I had a screenshot of it to show you; it was beautiful: a text-only rendition of this very page, clear as a bell. If you have to Google the site on your phone, you may not get the original blog page; if so, scroll down and click on the link.

You can read me on your web-enabled cell phone. Hot Damn! I’m doing the “Happy Dance!”

Insert tagline: “Ooooh nooooo! That’s the Forbidden Dance!”

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The other thing I’m on about this morning is that I ran into an old friend last night. Actually, she came into the store. I met this gal while working for the company she worked for about 10 years ago, and she is just about the best friend I have ever made in corporate America; she even came to my wedding.

She worked for that company for almost 29 years.

On Monday, they let her go.

On Tuesday, they canned her entire department and outsourced all of the work to another company (my friend got a job offer from this other company within hours of her initial job loss, only at about half her previous wage — she took it, obviously). Everyone in her old department had over 20 years with the company, as well.

All this because they couldn’t find a CFO that they liked.

You read that right.

All of those people gone — “vaninshed,” as the warden in Stephen King’s “Shawshank Redemption” said, “like a fart in the wind.”

The co-CEO’s of this company (no names here!) inherited the company from their father; I worked for their father. I was loyal to him; so were a lot of other people there. He was loyal in return, making sure that the health care available to each employee was the best available, and that their retirement plans were beyond compare.

The man was a pure gem: if you wanted to work for him, then he wanted to work for you: it was an equitable trade, the best any sane man or woman could ask for.

Not so, his children: they obviously have no sense of loyalty; if they did, they’d keep a lot more of their employees, most of which do a good job (well, let’s say that about those that are actually employed within their respective training — the kids have a history of moving talent from one position to another with little — or no — respect to their talents or career education; the prime definition of inefficiency).

The biggest thing that irks me about all of this: what are they saying to young people with a move like this? Don’t count on loyalty; don’t ask for loyalty; don’t even think that loyalty will bring you an ounce of respect, or an ounce more consideration should some other person decide they don’t like your butt; years of loyal service with one company doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in this world; being an “employee-at-will” means nothing if the company decides they’d rather replace you with a close personal friend, regardless of that person’s talents, training or skills.

Both of these people are parents; do you think, for one moment, that they are teaching their kids about any of this? Hell no!

But they are, merely by their actions, for actions speak louder than any written or spoken words. They’re teaching them this: “don’t even be loyal to us, your parents, for we aren’t loyal to you.” If this isn’t the “Royal FU,” I don’t know what is.

May God help this country; we’re in deep manure — to our eyeballs. The proverbial creek without a paddle. It’s hit the fan, folks. We’re “Strictly SOL.”

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I’m also sad/reflective/happy/sentimental today, because today is my mother’s 86th birthday; Mom passed away in June, 2001. I dedicate this day, today, to her memory: may she rest in God’s loving peace.

I miss you, Mom.

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