… but not really
Join the club.
That’s the Urban Dictionary’s definition of a flake. Ouch.
I’m such a flake, I decided to start a whole new blog about it: The Complete Flake. It’s all about my efforts to get things done in spite of myself, and maybe help others figure out some solutions along the way.
Okay, I’m talking WAY in advance here – a year – but I’m too excited not to blog about it. Plus, I want to save my dream itinerary for future reference:
My friend Lindy and I decided I should go visit her in Alabama sometime after Mardi Gras when the weather is still cool. Then I realized I have several cousins and a girlfriend to visit along the way there and back. And look: Austin! In March! I might actually be able to go to SXSW 2011!
Travel planning = half the fun. Saving for it = not the other half.
In: Uncategorized10 Mar 2010
My twenty-something nephew is a pretty impressive guy.
He’s tall, good-looking – and hungry. He wants to make something of himself and he’s willing to work hard for it. I remember when Sam [not his real name] was fourteen and getting ready to enter high school. He decided to try out for the state champion football team. All summer long, he beefed up, worked out, and got me and his grandmother to drive him to practice after practice in the sizzling, Southern California heat.
He got his wish.
Eventually, my nephew became a star offensive linebacker in several more championship seasons, then went on to a full-ride football scholarship. The future looked bright indeed. NFL dreams danced in our heads.
Then it all came to a crashing halt. Read the rest of this entry »
Now that I’ve moved this site and a dozen or so others to the new server, I’ve installed WordPress MU on Bornfamous and plan to consolidate the blogs of friends, relatives and personal projects into it, so there will only be one WPMU installation to keep track of instead of eight individual WP installs. So nice!
I know I should have just moved them directly into MU instead of setting them up with new WP installs all over again, but it was a panic situation with the old server down for days, and I still wasn’t comfortable with MU.
It took a while, but BornFamous is finally back on the new server. I had to move the domain back to the old one until I could move all my other sites, for reasons you don’t really care about.
Anyway, it’s been an adventure. I finally learned what I’ve been avoiding for YEARS: how to export and import mySQL databases—and even how to edit RIGHT IN THE DATABASE. I wouldn’t say I have totally gotten over my database phobia, but I’ve come a long way, baby.
What a RELIEF.
Yep, the server was down for like, EVER, so I decided to move to a new host. Then I took a little procrasti-cation to think things over. Because what’s the point of keeping a blog if you don’t, um, BLOG any more?
So I had to ask myself WHY I don’t blog any more. It’s not that I’ve lost interest in blogging, I’ve just lost interest in personal blogging. I’ve run out of things to say about me. [Which is probably a good thing. I like to think it's a sign of late-blooming maturity. Very late.] What does interest me, much more now, is blogging itself. The nuts and bolts of setting up a blog, specifically a WordPress blog, and all the wonderful things you can do with one.
ANYWAY, all this is my way of leading up to the big announcement: BornFamous will no longer be a personal blog. But I’m not getting rid of it, no sir. I’m going to transform it into a… drum roll, please… PROFESSIONAL blog. About blogging. And WordPress. And maybe design, though as you can see, design is not my strong suit. But the focus of BornFamous will be the learning process, and sharing what I learn with you.
The personal stuff will still be here for the search engines and the curious, but I’ll be moving it off the front page soon, as I start fresh with this new direction. So. Excited!
Yes, it can.
I can’t help it, I have ADD. No, really.
On Friday, Michelle Obama will begin digging up a patch of White House lawn to plant a vegetable garden, the first since Eleanor Roosevelt’s victory garden in World War II. There will be no beets (the president doesn’t like them) but arugula will make the cut.
While the organic garden will provide food for the first family’s meals and formal dinners, its most important role, Mrs. Obama said, will be to educate children about healthful, locally grown fruit and vegetables at time when obesity has become a national concern.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.