Elmlog FTW!
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Wed, 28 Jan 2026 14:10:07 GMT
I already missed yesterday. Sigh... Blogging every day will be hard. But it will get easier once I write Elmlog.
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Glory All Around |
Dave Winer's feed reader is called Feedland
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 26 Jan 2026 15:05:33 GMT
http://feedland.com
Blogging rocks!
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 26 Jan 2026 12:44:21 GMT
Maybe I'll follow Dave Winer's lead and blog every day, with short posts, and occasional long stories.
Or maybe not. Time will tell.
Quote
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sat, 24 Jan 2026 21:39:03 GMT
People are the means of production, and that's what the communists always seize." -- Billy Beck
Still Blogging
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Tue, 20 Jan 2026 18:58:02 GMT
I can still write Blog posts with Lisplog. The server has been humming along, unused, for a long time now.
I plan to rewrite Lisplog in Elm, enabling markdown for data entry, as well as HTML.
Elmlog is the natural name. I'll investigate domains.
RSS Feed Broken
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 13 Jan 2025 02:38:03 GMT
My RSS feed is not currently generating, getting an illegal character from one of the feeds. Sigh... I may have to relearn how to write Lisp, or rewrite the whole thing in Elm. Fourth or fifth system, now, so I think I know what's simple.
Getting Stoned
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 13 Jan 2025 02:27:43 GMT
This is my third foray into partaking of the evil weed, the first two being ended by illness, my body reacting to toxins it didn't like by forcing me to detox for a while.
I'm doing mostly distillates. With some flower mixed in from time-to-time.
Buying a New House in Knoxville
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 11 Nov 2024 15:11:55 GMT
I actually moved into the new house BEFORE buying the new car. I needed the old F-150 pickup to carry stuff from my son's house to mine. Memory is bloody weird. Somehow, the car story arose in my mind before the house story.
My daughter-in-law put me in contact with the realtor who had helped them find their house, five years ago. She spoke with a glorious Tennessee accent. Had I known how few people I'd meet here who grew up speaking Tennessee, I would have paid more attention. I picked houses in my price range, which meant the low-rent districts. I wanted to be able to pay my mortgage, my auto loan, and food, with still some left from my social security check. Yeah, I know. Social Security is on its last legs. Thing is, it's been on its last legs for twenty years. Hopefully, it will hold on a little longer before the Federal Reserve manages to send the US dollar into hyperinflation.
I saw about five houses. The first time I saw the one I picked, I thought it was on too big a road. But the second time I saw it, I realized that though MLK Jr Ave is a big road, it actually had very little traffic. It took a while for the mortgage stuff to come through, and my son and his wife grew tired of me being in their little house, so I moved into an Extended Stay America room for two months. Learned a lot about West Knoxville there, before moving into my house in East Knoxville.
The house was obviously flipped, with middle-priced components inside, but it was nice, and still is, over three years later. I moved in in August of 2021.
The house has a large living room and large bedroom in front, with ten-foot ceilings, a kitchen, small bedroom, work room, bathroom, and hallway behind that, with standard eight-foot ceilings. It's perfect for an aging bachelor, with a guest room, so I can have occasionally overnight company.
There's a quarter acre lot in back, surrounded by a wooden fence, with storage shed, and a smaller lawn in front. I have a small electric mower to maintain the grass.
Buying a New Car in Knoxville
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 11 Nov 2024 00:53:11 GMT
While living in my son's house, waiting for the procedure to make my bladder empty on its own again, I figured out that I would NOT be moving back into the trailer. So I sold it for cash to the RV place down the street. I looked around, at Honda, Toyota, Hyundai, Kia, Mazda, BMW. I've had four Hondas, two of them sedans. I like them. Toyota still makes a Honda, with boat-like handling. Both are world class companies. I could live with the cars made by Hyundai or Kia. But the Mazda was indeed a "Zoom! Zoom!" experience. And the BMW was as much more exhilarating than that as the Mazda to the Honda.
So I arranged to buy the BMW. I was there finalizing loan plans, when the manager walked in and said, "This has never happened before. One of our employees just ran his motorcycle into your car, and he dented the bumper." "Is he OK?" I asked. "He's going to the ER, but only to make sure he's OK. He says he's OK."
I went out to look at the BMW bumper. It was obvious that the bumper was an exchangeable part, so I told him to call me when they had replaced it, and I'd come back and go through the final steps again.
The next day, I called, and said I wanted a Honda Civic, not the BMW they were fixing for me. He had a used one on the lot, and I drive that to this day.
Living in Santa Fe
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Wed, 06 Nov 2024 22:40:40 GMT
I tried all the coffee shops in town, but finally decided on Iconik Coffee Roasters, just off of the southern wash greenway. I biked there daily. Did food shopping at La Montañita Food Co-op, near the northern wash greenway, near downtown.
In May, I was comfortable. June got too hot. It was either turn on the AC, pay for that electricity, and bear the noise, or sit in front of a fan.
But I had a glorious two months of trailer life.
Took a few trips. One to visit a friend across the border in St. Johns, Arizona. One to Los Alamos, and a couple of lunch trips to Albuquerque.
The seven-foot height of my trailer was too short. I started feeling smothered. I'd wake up at night to panic attacks. When my bladder stone steadily reduced my pee from a trickle every hour during the night to not able to pee at all without a catheter, I had to do something. So I drove five days back to Knoxville, arranged for an operation to remove the stone, and stayed with my son.
All cured by an hour under the knife, and he didn't even need to cut anything.
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