i need to eat more. i starting building a server with eric and jeff. it didnt go as well as planned.

we need a development environment so we dont keep screwing up production.

happy birthday, sena. im sure you know by now how much you mean to me. no need to share it with the world.

always and forever, rockstar.

i wrote a blog updating tool with procmail which most of the OH kids are using now. you can see a couple of them at the people page, and if you are interested in it for your own uses, just let me know.

just because you try, doesn’t make you a superstar.

just because you’re you, doesn’t mean thats bad.

my sister is married. new name, dina senters. congratulations to her and her new husband, sean.

im launching a new OH service soon. called rankahost. very businessy and all, but its something weve been working on for a bit. OH is going to be producing two different types of sites: general user type services like scribble, and business sites like rankahost and a few others to be launched real soon. its something new and i think it will give everyone the ability to flex both their creative muscles as well as their suit-and-tie ones with equal measure.

where images speak so much about people and events, ive decided to use more of them here. i apologize for the increased bandwidth strain. every browser has the ability to turn them off. do that if you wish.

last weekend sena and i drove to new jersey to attend bimmerfest, as i am a BMW junkie. it was a fun time, even if we did only spend about an hour there.

its been warm out. i bought a camelpak which might be the most entertaining invention in a while.

saw erin, ryan. bought some corn and hot beef burritos.

alise sang to us on the microphone. she really can rock it out.

alise is two. beautiful, challenging, textured.

she shows us everything. its her little education game she plays.

teach the parents to forget.

why does coke, when bottled in a small glass container taste so differently, and obviously so much better, than when the same liquid is placed in a tin container or even a plastic container?

unlike other holidays where messages have been lost over the years and replaced by consumer satisfaction, memorial days’ state of amnesia depresses me.

people from times past giving their lives for a chunk of land and dignity. the idea seems peculiar, even asinine to me. nonetheless, the only feeling i feel when i find myself wandering through freshly cut lawns with grey marble stones breaking the surface is that of unquestionable respect. my fairweather patriotism carried on their undaunted, undying shoulders.

marked on a calendar simply as a three day weekend.