Sunday 11 July 1999
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Pic of the day: Sheltered from the furnace. Norway is cool, compared to most of the world. Even in summer, when the sun barely goes down. Today was one of the hotter days. I don't know how hot, as I don't have a thermometer. But still quite breathable. In the late afternoon, I took a walk and drank the smell of summer flowers, sun oil and tar. As long as I kept in the shadows, it was quite nice. The wood is drinking the sunshine, absorbing so much of it that it is always pleasantly cool under that great foliage. Then, as you stumble into the world of men, the heat hits you in the face like an almost physical blow. Yay forests! Hug a tree today! :)
This morning I dreamt that I was handcoding HTML documents. Mainly I
was putting in pictures and hyperlinks, with IMG SRC and A HREF. Lots
of HREFs. And for every one, I checked in a browser window that the
results were as intended. And it went on and on. My decision to not have a holiday may have been premature. But I guess I now qualify for the non-pussies burb, at least.
Looked at Sitemeter.com today, after Lynda B had mentioned it on the [journals] list. But the idea of putting that there thing on every one of my pages ... well, I can't stand it right now. Perhaps it would fit someone else better, though. It seems that they can see the search string you've entered into a search engine (such as AltaVista or HotBot). Oh.
Since everybody, their grandmother and her pet poodle have agreed with
much clapping of hands and paws that diaries should have titles, I have
selflessly and mindlessly obeyed the zeitgeist and creatively invented
titles for a few days. These I have plastered on my
index page, just to try it out. It looks
strange. Of course, this is partly because my layout is different.
In particular, the big composite picture that I am so proud of
("diary in the face of diversity") looks more displaced the further down
I shove it, and is too big to have above the laundry list thingie.
Will I sacrifice my visual art to satisfy the powers of en-title-ment?
Or will one (or both) of my readers save my hide with a good advice in
the nick of time?
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Oh, and I don't have a weight (scales) in my house either. Why should I?
I have a mirror.
Music of the day: "Face another day 2" and "Popcorn" .MOD files. Origin unknown. Both of them downloaded from some small BBS years ago.
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