To blogger Bryan of Spare Change.
To Joshua Burdett.
This is a post from my Blackberry.
So eventually I’ll finish, or at least continue, the blogrolls and no longer have to open the old blog to click to people. I have yet to get comfortable with a feed reader, so pretty much if it’s on my front page, it gets read between multiple times a day and once in a while. I never got into the big link list on the old version, so those were for “bored now” times. I tend to forget it exists if it’s not right there, yet I also tend to lose things in the shuffle if there are too many in a big fat list. I’m hoping multiple rolls will help.
My current idea is to have our own stuff of all kinds, people who are family or close friends, and then separate or combined people who we have actually met, or are our closer online friends, or who have helped us out. Then the rest, possibly further categorized, but starting with the aforementioned first.
Trouble is, even to build the blogroll I need hands, and to be able to be at the desk. It feels almost miraculous to be typing a post like this, and to be able to do some site admin and domain renewals and stuff. I just yelled at the kids about 20 minutes ago that being able to work 5 minutes out of eat hour just wasn’t going to cut it.
I can pretty much make them fall apart if I start trying to puzzle out the .htaccess problem again. That really doesn’t fly in few minute intervals, because I have to study and test and grok it. In most of a week I’ve not gotten much more than an hour to work on that, so it’s a wonder I even have as close an idea as I do. I fear I may actually find the old blog requires a subdomain or its own domain in order for permalink redirection to work, because of how WordPress in the root works. But we’ll see. It’s sure getting tempting to port everything instead, but then I would still need to do .htaccess magic to give old permalinks a dynamic 301 redirect.
Back to work. Oh, hi Sadie!
Who said “please daddy, can I have clear Kool-Aid” and in the time it took for me to move the mouse and hover to click “post & publish” was growling in frustration at my lack of responsiveness. This is what I have to put up with.
To my cousin Cyndy in Georgia, formerly Minnesota, originally Germany. She is 53 today, one of the oldest of us on my mother’s side.
You are An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
|Since your accomplishments are seldom noticed,|
and you are rarely thought of, you are expendable.
That doesn’t mean your job isn’t important but if you
were in Star Trek you would be killed off in the first
episode you appeared in.
Click here to take the “Which Star Trek character am I?” quiz…
But… but… whaddaya mean the lowest fat diet had the poorest results in a formal study? We all know that if you eat fat you’ll die! Die, I say. And if you are fat you will get diabetes and die. Die! If you lose weight, you will automatically recover and/or prevent yourselves from getting diabetes. Ever! Or blood pressure. Nobody thin ever had blood pressure, after all. And our kids, what are we thinking, not putting them all on statins before their nervous systems can even finish being constructed. Who needs an IQ! Surely not kids. Not in America. Statins in the water! Along with the ritalin. We should probably toss in beta blockers while we are at it, prevent kids from getting blood pressures in the first place. Because, you know, your blood pressure causes your arteries to harden and clog, and it makes you fat, and fat makes you have blood pressure, and fat in what you eat surely translates directly into fat stored in your ulterior regions without even being affected by digestion or metabolism or nutritional needs, going straight into the diabolestertensionheimers matrix and causing your brain, heart and nerves to explode and/or liquify and be expelled and be expelled in an almost ebola-driven manner,
So this study can’t be right, even if a high fat diet has been integral to my massive weight loss of late. That’s purely anecdotal. And studies? They can’t be right, unless they are funded with litigious intent and the more obscurely published the better. Then it’s data.
There were no birthdays and I’ve been buried in kids all day, so I haven’t posted. Which was not my intention at all.
Oh well. Time to make supper.
Yesterday I managed to spend $67 and get 5 kinds of meat, 3 kinds of fruit, 4 kinds of produce, 2 quarts of rice milk (hey Stop & Shop, change your sign if it’s $1.50 and not $1.25 sale anymore), 2 cans of tomato soup, 18 eggs, a small cheese, 3 loaves of bread (which is about 3-4 days worth lately) (speaking of which, my mother brought a loaf of raisin bread for the girls and they couldn’t get enough of it), a giant bag of on sale chips (which have the benefit of baby can eat them), 3 packs of favorite Kool-Aid flavor (blue raspberry lemonade) that’s not sold at Wal-Mart, black beans, and 2 kinds of crackers ($1.29 for saltines and he seems to be able to eat them, as he can the Keebler Club crackers, which were fortuitously on sale), ziti, relish and chicken boullion cubes. I rock.
To blogger Ith.
To blogger KTreva, who is 37 today.
We’ve noted that Henry is clearly allergic to dairy, on top of any oher sensitivities or allergies. It’s beyond a doubt that was the specific food that caused the level of reaction that earned him an ambulance ride this past winter, though the whole meal was a potential mess in that regard, down to the fact I was cooking harriedly and tossing food his way to calm him down with hands that had handled this and that.
Last night he got a skin reaction under his arms, on his upper arms and down onto his chest, in a pattern that smacked of reacting to contact with residue of margarine and parm cheese on one or both of our sets of hands when we picked him up.
So today we pointedly experimented, dabbing a little plain, unflavored, uncolored, organic hippy yogurt marketed for babies on his back in an area where he would not have had any other reason to break out.
It was spectacular. Not like when I did the same with various soaps and such and got no response.
We may or may not have gotten some decent pictures showing how it looks when this happens.
Just from contact.
For someone cooking and serving, that means no touching the baby until the hands are thoroughly clean. It means, as I already figured, being careful about cross-contamination.
Now, he has had times when there was no apparent reaction, as when he found a dried sliver of cheese on the floor and sucked on it a while back. The reactions may still vary depending on what form the dairy product takes, aging and so forth, but… hand with parm cheese and margarine residue affected him. Tiny dabs of yougurt affected him. On skin contact.
He’s also clearly allergic/very sensitive red dye 40 that’s in so many things. He’s less so to the standard petroleum-based yellow. He’s minimally or not at all to the standard blue. In Kool-Aid, it’s the dye, because he can drink the clear flavor with impunity. Which is great, because then he drinks more and gets well hydrated, which helps his skin. The girls are starting to learn he can’t have certain things and that it’s serious.
What’s not clear is whether dairy passes through breast milk in a form that will affect him. That’s hard to test with confidence. It’s becoming a problem for Deb to be unable to have it freely on the chance it might.
At least we have some certainty as to which things are which, and can move with some confidence in what we consider okay, or test him on next. Some things it’s quantity. We had a scare with corn, but he can eat small amounts. Not as grain, but as a vegetable. Despite the eventual confirmation sweet potato could bother him, it should actually be fine in small amounts. It took extremes to get him to react to it. I worried tonight when he ate close to half of a golden delicious apple, which is currently the only raw fruit he can definitely have. It went over fine, though.
Not that people have been rushing to leave comments, but if you do, currently moderation is enabled. I may leave it that way regardless, but on the agenda I will also enable Akismet to block spam. Once I do that, then maybe moderation will get turned off…
I need to do .htaccess tricks that I haven’t yet figured out, and while I may have time to experiment more today, I thought I’d toss it out here. Probably nobody will know, because I’ve had no response from mailing lists that should have people with guru knowledge, but hey.
We had a blog in Expression Engine. It was at blogblivion.com and its URL structure for links to posts went something like:
Those posts are in many cases found in Google search results. If someone clicks one, they now get a not found page generated by WordPress, which we switched to in a blog in the same location as the old blog, but with a different permalink structure.
The Expression Engine blog has moved to a folder, eeblog, so the URL structure for posts is now something like:
The same, but inserting the folder into it. Wouldn’t you think a redirect would be simple? And prominently documented?
I need to either modify .htaccess to intercept any request for a URL with the old structure and direct it to the same in the folder eeblog, or I need for the error page handling in WordPress to use PHP or whatever it can use to detect a URL clearly looking for the old blog posts and send it along.
If it issues a 301, that’s bonus.
Got interrupted, so I forgot what I was saying, but I think that covers it.
What this is not:
Henry has finally taken steps. I saw him take a sort of one last week, and Deb saw him take sort of one behind my back yesterday. He just nearly did it again now, pivoting between facing me standing and facing the desk standing.
I swear he grow overnight. He can stand at the desk, looking over it at the monitor and banging the keyboard.
To blogger Blake Powers.
To blogger Dean Esmay.
To blogger Jeff Jarvis.
To former colleague Roy Strickland.