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I’m tired of talking about my current set of maladies, needles, and hospital visits, but still too freaked out by (and obsessed with) the topic to think about much else, so I may take a break from these journal entries for a little while…

Of course, every time I announce I’m taking a break, I start feeling inspired about three hours later…

I meant to mention this a while back. It was very refreshing to walk down Folsom Street and see an auto body shop moving INTO a building rather than moving out so it could be torn down for more overpriced, oversized yuppie condos. Who knows? Maybe it will actually be fun living South of Market again one of these days now that the carpetbaggers are dropping like flies. But I’m not holding my breath.

Also fun: the really old Simpsons episodes which have sequenced back in on the local carrier. Yes, the animation sucks and the voices all sound wrong, but those shows from the first season have a certain texture and depth of characterization and plot that even those from the second or third season lack, classics though they may be.

Not fun: the website which wouldn’t die.

I mentioned this hellish situation a while back and it hasn’t gotten any better, even though the damned thing goes live tomorrow. It’s database-driven, using some proprietary technology for which they refuse to provide decent documentation. I do not have FTP access, so I have to email test pages to the bitch (there’s no better word) and wait a day to see if they work. Which is always fun since I’ve had precious little instruction on how to put the damned things together in the first place.

Today, I sent three pieces of code, specifically asking if any of them would work. She reposnded by informing me that I’d sent her three pieces of code and wondering which one I intended to use. I kept myself from answering her and informing her that if she (a) had read my mail and (b) weren’t a fucking idiot, she’d know the answer to her question already.

I think my vaguely polite response mentioned something to the effect of “some guidance would be very much appreciated”. I’ve been complimented on my tact before.

My only joy here is knowing that her company will be out of buisness soon, given their inabilty to communicate and their complete lack of customer service (yes, there have been many other issues). I only hope that my client doesn’t suffer when this happens. I like my client; I just dislike their choice of database/e-commerce vendors.

One of those mildly disorienting Sundays, where suddenly it’s 5:30 in the afternoon and I realize I’ve been up for about nine hours and have not once left the house. When I do, I’m puzzled by the presence of too many lukewarm leatherettes walking around the ‘hood. Then it hits me that it’s Dore Alley Fair day…

Instead of going for a walk, I decide to scurry off to the suburbs in search of cheap cookies and lactose-free milk, hoping they’ll all be gone when I get back. Or at least that it’ll be dark out…

I’ve been pondering Charlotte and Charlotte history all weekend. I’m not sure why. I’m never quite sure why I’m so drawn to the place. The three years I lived there were among the most darkest of my life, and it’s one of the most stuffy, Baptist, Republican places I’ve ever lived. But for some reason, I’ve just about always believed I’d live there again someday…

Maybe it’s the fried squash at Gus’ Sir Beef…

Sitting around feeling a little restless on a Saturday night (but not quite restless enough to go out and do anything), I was laying on the living room couch, listening to music from the 1940s and 1950s on KABL, and looking around the room, noting that most of the technology in my living room was available 20 years ago (and was widespread 15 years ago).

It started me pondering some rather odd technologies from my lifetime, all of which might have become “the next big thing” had not their timing been a little off or their operation just a little too convoluted.

• Remember those adapters which used to let you play cassette tapes on your car’s 8-track player? Those were just plain bizarre, not to mention a good way to destroy both your cassettes and your 8-track player. Nothing ever sounded quite right either.
• Cable FM radio was a strange service I had in Charlotte back in the 1980s. Not that I paid for anything so stupid, but it was pretty easy to rig by splitting the signal which ent to your TV. It was a little pointless in an urban area where all the radio reception was fine anyway. An unintended advantage for me was that it provided a high-fi audio signal for TBS (which was on cable TV channel 6, a frequency just adjacent to the lower end of the FM radio dial). I think they also (on purpose) delivered the audio sgnal for MTV (and maybe HBO) this way.
• How about TVs which still had mechanical tuners, but disguised them as push-buttons and allowed you to put whatever channel wherever you wanted it. I still have one of those, actually, but I don’t have the sheet of replaceable channel numbers anymore.
• A funny-looking thing which may or may not have had an actual purpose: those linear-tracking turntables which hung vertically so that the record spun facing you.
• Even funnier: record-changer turntables which played one record, and then dropped the next one on top of it and played that one. At the end of an hour or so, you had four moderately-scratched records spinning at about 15% below their normal speed.
• Before microwaves were common, we had boiling bags, those individual servings of a meat patty in gravy in a plastic bag which you boiled for ten minutes or so. Of course, this required food which was thin and didn’t have a shape which needed maintaining.
• The best strange food technology, though, was the McDLT from McDonald’s. Of course, the whole McSystem at that time involved pre-cooking sandwiches which sat in a heated holding bin until served. Thus, lettuce and tomato together on a sandwich was unworkable; it left a soggy, wilted mess. That is, until the McDLT, which came in a two-chambered styrofoam package, with the meat and cheese on one side and the lettuce and tomato on the other. It could sit in the bin for the standard “ten minutes” and it was a very odd thing indeed when served.
• Until about 1985, tone dialing (which is now standard) was an option, it cost more, and it wasn’t available everywhere. For about five years or so, there were these hybrid tone-pulse phones. They had pushbuttons but interfaced with the phone company in the old-fashioned pulse system (and took forever doing so). You could also switch modes during the call so you could dial in and use long-distance services which needed tone-dialing.

Anyone have any other strange technologies from the recent past? I don’t mean dead technolgies (like Beta, which was actually superior to VHS), but ones which died quickly just because they were so fucking weird or Rube Goldberg-esque? Mention them here. Do it now, before I start talking about the Kinko’s Oversize Fax Network…

My dad said it. He said the Jesse Helms mantra, even though he was half joking. I knew I’d hear it at least once this week, even without access to North Carolina TV coverage…

I may leave town tomorrow. If not, I’ll tell you the unlikely story of how I may soon be a member of the United Auto Workers…

Also, please be advised that my increasingly shitty internet connection is my current excuse for not answering email nor actually visiting exciting websites this week. My backup excuse is tons of work, so (in theory), I’m actually CREATING exciting websites. Wish I could upload them…