Remember when I used to be a community manager for an online web hosting company? The concept was great but the goal (making money) was not very reachable. All the ideas we had about bringing people to places online where they could share ideas and information and meet other people with the same interests -- all valid. And the need for people to connect that way is great. Harder and harder to do in these days of commuting workers and families always on the run. People barely know their neighbors let alone go to meetings.
People like myself who pursue something other than the thing which puts bread on the table are a little outside the norm of many workplaces. You know the conversations: what did you do last night - mowed the lawn (or worked out), ate some dinner, had a beer, watched TV, went to bed.
OK, this isn't about that, but rather about what may be the next generation of internet use. It could be said to harken back to the day of bulletin boards. Oh my. Brewed Fresh Daily that bastion of entrepreneurial wifi community development, posts an interesting report about
The question ... whether it's possible to build an online community oriented to a town or neighborhood -- one where citizens share information and make connections that aren't being fostered by metropolitan newspapers or local TV.
So - if we don't always meet face to face, do enough people have internet access in your neighborhood to make information sharing on the web the way to go? OK, could I have couple volunteers please?
I'm still messing around with fabric, but I can't help but mess around near this lovely group of squares. I guess I'm really itching to start the next quilts, but which one, which one. In the photo above you can see one of my trusty notebooks. Hard to lose no matter where it lands.
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11:42:44 PM
I had yesterday off my day job and in true karmic fashion, was sick. Turns out several of us who were at the guild getaway got away with the same set of germs apparently. I thought I had just set off a respiratory firestorm what with all the fabric fluffing and folding but felt increasingly bad until yesterday when I finally had to admit it wasn't allergy-based at all. Then I started hearing about the others.
BUT -- despite all that, or in spite of all that -- I ended the day with a board that was covered with stacked squares of 87 different fabrics. Medium to pale blues, pinks and yellows. A few of these were already in square format. Most started the day as strips and ended as squares.
Out of all the stuff I pulled from the stash for what may be two projects, only one fabric is still intact. I have a fat quarter of the world's most wonderful bright yellow with bright pink marbleized fabric. And several urges to the contrary, each time it comes up on the cutting board, it just doesn't get cut. Since it is theoretically ideal for at least one of the two projects ahead, I think I'll audition it more closely this time. I know part of the hesitation is because it is a rather small piece of fabriic but the main problem is that it is just so luscious in the whole.
It's good I don't have too much in the way of "holy" fabric like this -- fabric too good or special etc to cut up. In fact, I bet this is one of less than a handful.
While Designweenie has his own problems about getting a decent cup of tea, I'm still wondering what happened to the notion of "coffee, regular?" That is to say - a cup containing hot coffee, half and half and sugar. Not to be confused with
decaf, regular
coffee, black
coffee, light, sweet
coffee, black, two sugar
double grande mocha half decaf with skim and cinnamon
I think I've said before that the main problem is that the servers of coffee, in regular coffee-serving establishments are too often non-coffee drinkers. And badly educated in their product at that.
All right now, repeat after me - there is coffee and then there is decaf. It is not "regular coffee" and "decaf coffee." And finally, your "regular coffee" notion is not my correct connotation of "coffee, regular." Now go get me a coffee, regular and be quick about it.
