Safari and I have been getting to know each other. For the most part it works fine. I don’t expect much from my browser: Work. Work well. Open new pages in new tabs. Search bar on top. Really this is all quite standard on even the crappiest of browsers. But there was one thing I had come to rely on that I didn’t know I’d miss until it wasn’t there: The bottom bar.

You know the one – the thing that tells you where you are about to click to, before you click. The thing that tells you, as the page is loading, where it’s pulling information from. In the two months that I’ve been using Safari I’ve tried to get used to not knowing where my clicks were going. Finally tonight I got fed up and googled.

People, it’s hidden: View/Show Status Bar.

ps. I got facebook.com/killerspice I’m SOL if my derby name is rejected. ;)

1. Am entertaining the idea of going underground again. My writing has gotten stale since the whole “using my real name” thing happened.

2. Do the rest of my points matter now that I’ve said that? What do I do with this place? Yes as I sit here, thinking aloud to the keys, I do have to keep this site open because it is the gateway drug to news about the baby who is giant and is technically no longer a baby, but who I will continue to call a baby until I damn well please.

3. Okay since I brought up The Crazy, here it is: I mentioned the whole Elastic Waist thing last week. Since then I’ve been savoring “Anne’s” posts, reading them one by one, loving most of them in that way that I felt when I saw “The Business of Being Born,” because these tangible things, words (from jenfoo) and a movie (tbobb), made concrete the feelings that I’ve had and have never been able to either fully form or fully communicate. It’s a soothing release to be able to label your feelings with the appropriate emotions and file them away.

Sometimes, though, I’m afraid of labels. Like when jonah learns his colors. He could learn the word purple to describe something that is purple in color, but that has the potential to limit his thinking. Once he arrives at that word, purple, he could stop trying to think of other, possibly more appropriate labels. (Maybe now you can extrapolate what I’m talking about – colors, simple – to something more complex, like, say feelings.) Should we label our feelings? Does that limit our emotions? Or does being able to concisely describe our experience help us to file it away and move forward?

Apologies, back to not being crazy.

I’ve been reading a few entries every day, like the way I eat a couple of squares of nice chocolate every day. The bar stays tucked inside my desk drawer and I slip it out at afternoon tea time, break off a couple of squares, and slide it back in the drawer, where the rules are that the bar should not reappear until the following day’s tea time. But then I ran out of chocolate. And now all I have in my desk drawer are paper clips, pens, post-its and staples. Actual work things. No chocolate. Similarly, I sat down at my home computer last night, excited to unwrap new entries from Anne/jenfoo, when BAM… Page Load Error.

I have run out of chocolate.

(I wrote that all a month ago and the darn entry has been sitting in the drafts folder, unfinished.  So now I suppose my reason is just that as usual, I’m just bad with the follow-through.)

A month and still no update.

So it’s another quickie catch-up…

We went camping with Clever Canines, our dog club.  Our non-dog friends think it’s strange, but we love Tracie and Joe and all that they’ve done for our family.  Camping with other people who believe in pack mentality is so much more comfortable.  Now if only we could find the AP group of of the alpha dog world…

We went to Edmonton.  Pictures here.

We Jim tore up the deck in our backyard.

We Jim built a patio.

My parents booked a trip to come visit us!  But those plans fell through and they didn’t make it here.  Hopefully this means I get to visit home sooner than expected.  (We were planning for next summer, but maybe this Christmas instead.)

I’m twittering now.  But I’m not so sure I get it.  This morning I twittered the fact that it took six minutes to get from 37th to Blackfoot via Glenmore.  Which is miraculous, but really – why would anyone care?  Ryan Ozawa twitters stuff like that and it’s useful to people because he has twitter groupies.  But I have a small small circle of friends who keep an eye on my twittering.  And sometimes I’m not even sure I want them reading.

I am addicted to facebook but not ready to join the 12 step program.

So a friend of mine is blogging now.  (Is it pretentious that I STILL hate that term?)  She’s not doing it on a domain that advertises her real name.  I don’t know that I told her that I did this for years under a made up name, with a domain name that had no identifying factors other than my registration information, which totally gave me up, but let’s face it:  google my name and you don’t get a listing of all the domains that are registered to me.  So really that’s not much of a giveaway.

Anyhow, I’m jealous that she can write more than I can because she’s not doing this out in the open.  I’m wearing a tshirt that says jaimebourne.com, and she’s got the invisible ink version.  If you shine it in the light just so, you can figure it out…

Dr. Scott recently went underground.  It’s possible that I will follow suit soon.

P.S.  I got a mac.  There’s no lightrooom for linux and holy crap was I missing out.  Is aperture worth a look?

Funny work incident that won’t get me fired:  One of the things I do is finalize documents before they go out to clients.  Sometimes these docs go through peer reviews so that everyone is happy with what they say.  Normally it’s all very cordial – people just change words and fix things up and no one takes any of this personally.  Last week I got a doc back from someone that had the “wtf?” written on it.  I don’t think the original author has any idea.

]]> http://jaimebourne.com/journal/archives/2008/09/16/well-where-the-heck-have-i-been/feed/ 0 http://jaimebourne.com/journal/archives/2008/08/10/coras/ http://jaimebourne.com/journal/archives/2008/08/10/coras/#comments Mon, 11 Aug 2008 02:34:30 +0000 jhb http://jaimebourne.com/journal/archives/2008/08/10/coras/ FYI cora’s has free wifi. And delicious food.

On the con side of that list, the service this weekend was not what we’re used to. I appreciate the instant delivery of the kids fruitcup and have come to expect it. This time we had to ORDER it. By the time the meal arrived, my son had lost interest in sitting at the table and I had to ask for the food to be packed up.

Last night jim’s phone started vibrating madly and never really stopped. Not like the vibration that you get when your phone rings, but a continuous buzzing. And then it died. Of course, it died when he was out in the middle of the night and I had no way of contacting him… Anyhow the consensus this morning was that the phone had died. So our plan was that he would get my phone and I would get a new phone. Except I couldn’t find my phone.

After some serious searching, we figured out where it was: jim was kind enough to throw my cell into the washing machine.

So we had to replace two phones. Luckily the boy at fido was able to see beyond the fact that jim’s phone was a month and a day out of it’s warranty period, so we only had to pay for my phone. Which is shiny. And pretty. And an iPhone.

And totally cheaper than that second dog I keep fantasizing about.

In other news, I’m back on track with my workouts. I’m not yet posting on the other site, but let it be known to the Intarweb that I have now done a hardcore cardio workout for the past three days. And today we went snowboarding. And then I went to the gym. And I did lower body strength, which will surely hurt two days from now.

I have an interview tomorrow. Happy thoughts.