OK, I think the subscription system is finally ready to go! Big, big thanks to the beta testers who helped shake out the bugs.
But I suppose the question you may be grappling with is why? Why should I subscribe? And what exactly am I subscribing to? ...
UPDATE: The beta test is now over. Thanks to everyone who helped! I’ll be putting this into production shortly.
OK, I think I finally have enough bugs beaten out of my email subscription management system to make it ready for a public beta test...
I don’t play a ton of poker. Some charity tournaments here and there. I’m usually good enough to be one of the last players eliminated before the payouts start. Better than the random fish off the street, but not quite as good as the sha...
As I’ve mentioned, I am winding down my Facebook experience. There are a couple of things I need to do before I deactivate my account there for good, including completing the email subscription version of this blog, and writing what is likely t...
Very early this year, my company told me that I was doing to be done with the weekly commute back-and-forth to our headquarters in the Boston area, and I’d be assigned to my first long-term customer engagement, in New Jersey. I was told that a...
It’s infrastructure weekend at the old blogaroo. Many exciting things are happening!
Migrating the site to a bigger EC2 instance running Centos 8.2, and all the packages that come with that. ✅ Upgrading to a new version of the blog rendering e...
If you saw something that said, and I’m quoting directly here, “Please join us when your favorite band performs together as a band for the first time since March, live online from a rooftop in their hometown!” what would you expect...
In the year and a half prior to the Shit Going Down, I had retooled my guitar rig for playing mostly with TBGB. A rack-mounted Kemper Profiler into a Mesa 2x12 cabinet, and a truly giant pedalboard to control it all comprise that rig. In keeping wit...
On the morning of Thursday, March 5, Hell Year, I was getting ready to check out of the Westin in Waltham, Massachusetts, my home away from home for most of the previous year. Without thinking too much about it, I threw the little vial of lavender o...
let the night air cool you off
tilt your head back and try to cough
It had to be fifty years old, the pine that had been felled earlier in the afternoon, and whose trunk was now stacked for pickup by the curb. It didn’t know it was dead yet. Th...
