December 16th, 2007
I promise no gross details here, but my whole family has had a GI bug. My son got it first who passed it off to my wife.
Yesterday around lunch, my daughter started having abdominal pains… about one hour later I started the same. Otherwise, we felt well. A couple of hours later, she started feeling tired and achy. Once again, one hour later I felt the same way.
Early in the evening my daughter runs into the bathroom. The nausea had finally won. For next hour, I *knew* that it was coming. The chills, the fever, the many hours of bathroom time — I was watching my poor daughter suffer through it and knew that a few minutes later it would happen to me.
I am not sure what was worse, the sickness or the anticipation.
The mind is a funny thing when it comes to nausea. People receiving chemotherapy will often develop nausea even *before* their next treatment. The mind knows that the chemo is coming… so the nausea comes early.
Many people have gotten sick while eating a particular food only to develop nausea when seeing, smelling, or tasting something similar.
Anyway, this morning everybody is better. We are still a little achy and febrile, but most of the symptoms are resolving. My daughter is feeling better than I. Finally anticipation is working in my favor.
September 15th, 2007
A couple of weekends ago, my family hit the Buckquarter Creek trail of the Western Eno. I forgot my digital camera, but the iPhone did a good enough job to capture the moment.
August 24th, 2007
I have never been to this area of the country before. Maybe it’s just the resort, but everything seems so laid back here. Simple structures, simple music. My buddy Stevo would love it. If LA has this vibe, I now understand why he is so happy there.
Less is more. Quinn and I have been saying it a lot lately. T has been doing an amazing job trying to simplify the things in our life. I really get the “less is more” vibe here. Cactus surrounded by barren ground is common. Grass is found on only in isolated, manicured patches.
Maybe the 12 hrs of getting medical education slammed into my brain each day makes me appreciate the less complicated. Maybe its that Quinn and I are trying to design a zillion amazing projects all at once. Maybe it’s a buddy of mine getting out of the medical field to do only computer stuff. Maybe it’s everything and maybe it’s nothing.
So here I sit outside drinking a Blue Moon and eating sushi. I’m listening to a couple guitar players playing gentle guitar rock. I’m blogging. I’m missing my family.
The calmness is therapy. Less is more.
I’m going to close my notebook and watch the children dance for a while.
July 13th, 2007
ShamansTears today posted his 500th tutorial to tech-recipes — how to backup skype contacts.Â Wow, five-hundred!Â Currently, he is our number one author and has easily surpassed the tech-recipes founding fathers.
In addition to the hardware that we have purchased for him in the past, soon we will be mailing him his choice of an Nokia internet tablet or a year’s worth of cellular wi-fi.
Shaman’s tutorialsÂ frequentlyÂ writes about Microsoft related topics suchÂ as XP, Vista, Office, Outlook, or Zune.Â His tutorials have helped hundreds of thousands of people so far.Â His content has beenÂ featured on lifehacker, digg, stumbleupon, and multiple other high quality sites across the internet.Â Articles that you have probably seen of his include the following:
- Outlook: How to Recall a Sent Message
- How to Put a YouTube Video on Your Zune
- IE7: How to Remove Branding
- How To Put a YouTube Video on Your MySpace Page
- How To Delay Sending A Message In Outlook
- Haystack: How to Download Music
As wonderful and valuable as his tutorials have been, Shaman is just a cool guy as well and we are so happy that he is part of the tech-recipes family.Â When he is not writing tutorials, he is either bloggingÂ or playing on twitter.
If you think youÂ could be more of a tutorial god than shaman, please drop us aÂ line.Â We pay well and love to reward our authors with free swag and toys.
April 29th, 2007
Recently my daughter and I have started hiking rather frequently. I wanted to collect our thought and research so I quickly built a blog about our adventures…
I am slowly adding technologies to the blog as I get more familiar with what is out there. Google Earth and Google Maps allow for a lot of GPS-related information to be expressed easily in a blog.
Likewise, flickr is being used to express pictures quickly and efficiently.
Please check it out. Suggestions and hints would be appreciated.
March 16th, 2007
Local blogger Anton today was discussing greeting and parting customs.Â Â He discussed strange, exotic lands…
I too was raised in a strange and foreign land–small town, Mississippi.Â Â We too haveÂ exotic customs.Â
Driving down a routine roadÂ there, people will raise their index finger at cars as they pass. It’s basically a way of waving and greetings everybody.Â The hand never comes off the steering wheel–just the finger.
If you really know somebody or if you are driving slow enough in passing, you might receive several fingers and a head nod as well.
The etiology of the eternal finger wave is unclear.Â It could be the overwhelming hospitality of the hospitality state.Â It could be a side effect of living in a town so small that everybody can be instantly recognized by the front of their car.
So if you drive by me one day on a two lane road and I throw my index finger up, just know that it is indeed my index finger.Â It is just a subconscious “hello”Â from this smallÂ town Mississippi boy.Â
November 22nd, 2006
I am sitting at the hospital–reflecting. At the recent blogger meetup, somebody asked about blogging about one’s home. This is the first story that immediately jumped to my mind.
The red-flagged stakes were showing up around our yard. We could not deny it. The new highway was going to be built right through the middle of our house. The small home north of town that my mother worked so hard to build was not going to be ours forever.
The house rested along a small, country road surrounded by trees. In the back it was guarded by a huge massive water oak that covered our small wooden patio. Uncleared woods bound the yard on the sides. Many a day was spent throughout that land clearing paths and building forts.
Two tall, thin, obviously planted trees lived out front in our grass-filled yard. The trees were some rapid-growing hybrids that my mother had purchased from the back of a magazine. Much like me at the time, they were undersized and underdeveloped for their height.
With a basketball goal attached to the side of the house, many days were spent playing hoops with my classmates. Although I had a small circle of close friends, I knew everybody in my high school by name. In a small town high school, everybody knows everybody. Either for birthday parties or campouts, almost all my classmates had been to my house at least once.
My mother was quite proud of her house surrounded by woods with the large water oak in the back. Considering our modest means, we did not know if we could afford building another home in such a perfect location. We were helpless to eminent domain and the state’s generosity. Although the red stakes were a constant worry to us, eventually we received the state’s offer which was appropriate and fair. The thin line between financial security and disaster had been avoided.
Searching for a new homeplace, my mother found a beautiful lot south of town. It was surrounded by dense woods that sheltered it from other nearby homes. My mother’s worry had been transformed into excitement. Suddenly, we were discussing floor plans, security systems, and septic tanks. Several times a week we would travel to the new house to watch it slowly take shape under the trees. Eventually, it was finished and we moved in; the old house was left bare and hollow. The enthusiasm for the new had muddied the waters of the old.
Sitting in history class one day a few months later, the teacher stepped out for some reason. One of the running backs on the football team jumped up and walked to the window to stretch his legs enjoying the brief freedom. Suddenly, he started laughing and pointing out the window while shouting:
“Yo, Kirk! Your house has been repossessed! Your house has been repossessed!”
Out the window the old waters became clear once again. My old house was loaded on the back of a flat-bed trailer and was slowly passing on the road in front of the schoolyard. Like the roots of an upturned tree, the bricks on the foundation were jagged and covered in dirt. It had been ripped from the earth. The net on the basketball goal gently rocked back and forth as the truck tugged along.
Now everybody was at the window. Some were talking about the skateboard ramp that previously lived in the carport. Others were remembering trashing the house with toilet paper some Halloween ago. Sleepovers, parties, dates–the kids were sharing their collective memories of my prior home. The state had sold the house to another family and suddenly I hurt a bit for what we had lost.
The teacher returned and scolded us back into our seats. We explained what was happening. The truck was 100 yards away from the school now. Only a small section of the house could still be seen. The teacher looked at me and said, “Say bye to your house.”
As the class watched the house slip out of sight, I whispered to myself, “Bye, house.”
October 16th, 2006
Woah, it is hard to believe that Quinn and I have been working on tech-recipes for three years now. It’s hard to place an exact time on the public birth for the site. Our first recipe is dated July 11, 2003, but in my memory we were not publicly open for business until October of 2003.
Tech-Recipes has grown from a wonderful hobby to one of the web’s most popular tech tutorial sites. Heck, we even make enough now that Quinn works for the company full time. Amazing.
My parents were visiting this weekend, and they asked me if the company was built around blogging. When we started tech-recipes, wordpress and the other current amazing blogging packages didn’t exist. Slowly, we crafted our own beast, and she is currently serving us well. Certainly, we are a company that blogs and supports blogs for tech-recipes authors; however, I am really not sure if tech-recipes.com is really a blog or not.
Many definitions exist for blogging, and I have never really understood any of them. Certainly, just building a site upon blogging software would not seem to define the author as a blogger. What seems to set blogging away from traditional web content is the ability of a community to develop and participate in the content of the site. By that definition, we certainly blog… but slashdot and digg would be bloggers too.
Although it might be hard to define exactly what we do, it is easy to define why we have tech-recipes. It’s to hang out with tech-recipes authors like MickeyMouse, ShamansTears, MightyQ, Risherz, and bulletcatcher221. Even more importantly, it is to help those 40-something-thousand visitors we have each day.
Happy Birthday, Techrx.
September 11th, 2006
For a while now, I have wanted to blog about one of our newest tech-recipes authors –bulletcatcher221.Â Bullet’s tech-recipes have been exceptional and are gaining traffic quicker than most of our tutorials.Â Users should check out hisÂ accepted tutorials thus far.Â Great stuff!
I find it completely amazing that an army soldier sitting in the middle of Bagdad, Iraq is using his free time to create tutorials to help others.Â Â
When not crafting tech-recipes, he is creating amazing pictures andÂ videos from the heart of Iraq.Â You can check out his videos on his myspace pageÂ and his pictures on deviantART.Â I’ve stolen one for the picture below…
September 9th, 2006
I recently purchased the novation x-station for a little creative outlet. Sadly, I have had little time to play with it. My daughter, however, is becoming a little synth master.
Each time she sits down to play with it, I show her what one new knob does. She goes through the presets tweaking the knobs to twist the sound in a million ways.
What it would be like to be a kid these days!