I have been blessed to have food and kratom lately, and I had gone out and had a decent (for late July) night of 18 dollars on about a couple hours of playing on Tuesday night.
Thursday saw me struggling to make 4 dollars, this despite having had a couple hang out and listen and, as you can hear on the recording below:
encourage me and give me a little pep talk.
The young lady sounded so much like the one from about a month ago who said: "I gave you all my change" famously? on a previously posted sound clip off of Soundcloud, that it was uncanny.
But, despite that couple stopping by, I only came up with 4 dollars for the whole night, this after having had an 18 dollar night before.
So, I woke up with enough money for a bang energy drink Friday morning.
The Great Bike Ride To Kenner
I wound up riding my bike the 15 miles to Kenner to drop in on Jacob, who was hanging out, and who had said that he would give me a shot of kratom the next time he saw me.
I joked that my willingness to ride my bike to Kenner is a sign of kratom addiction.
A cursory glance at the map made it look like I was taking a longer route to get there than is necessary.
At one point, I make a right angle turn and then ride a couple miles to his house, which tells me that I am missing the shortest distance between the two points by a couple miles.
I will explore an alternative route, which may be one that follows the contour of Lake Pontchartrain to get there.
While at Jacob's house, we got on the subject of the map and I wound up telling the story of my having ridden a freight train from Mobile in order to get to New Orleans, back in 2010.
This reminded Jacob of a certain swamp which is very near where the train would usually (the 4 times I rode it in from Mobile at least) stop and wait for another train to pass in the opposite direction.
I suppose that building a bridge across such a large lake and making it a double train track bearing structure was not cost efficient to the railroad. So the trains go across it one at a time.
When the thing stopped short of the bridge, I would look out of the boxcar that I was riding in and see nothing but swamp as far as the eye could see on either side.
I would put on my heavy duty mosquito repellent and I would gaze out at the swamp and think: What a great place to record music. The boxcar would have its own acoustics, of course, but one could put the microphone right at the edge of the opened door so that it would be more of an open-air, less sounding-like-the-inside-of-a-boxcar, sound.
That would be a great place to unleash all kinds of experimental vocals and things that would disturb the peacefulness of Sacred Heart Apartments, or perhaps give the other residents reason to believe that you might have some good drugs.
But, the swamp itself was very near where Jacob's uncle and two other guys made sure that they would one day be making an appearance on that "cold case" TV show that deals with such.
Jacob had told me the story before of how his father is also in that particular episode, where his tape recorded voice can be heard giving information about the murder, in order to beat a bike theft rap.
Yes, that's right. His dad, Ben (whom I have met) got caught stealing a bike and the then made a deal involving turning in a murderer, in lieu of spending maybe 45 days in the Orleans Parish jail. Priceless.
But we wound up putting on the video above and had a good chuckle over it.
The guy being interviewed is Jacob's uncle on his mother's side, I forget his name. Jake said that he rarely ever speaks with the guy.
The video speaks for itself, so I won't narrate it. Except to point out that there is a funny line in there when the guy say's "He had blood in his veins!" while describing the passion with which the other guy (but not him, but the other guy) committed the slaying.
The funny thing is that, I remember seeing this particular episode and the thoughts that ran through my head at the time.
I was watching it, probably up in Massachusetts, thinking: "Wow, these are definitely some dyed in the wool, Louisiana swamp people. How strange they are with their beady little eyes and the way they talk."
Little did I know that I would one day meet and become friends with the son of that crawfish/man on my TV screen...uncanny
And, in conclusion, I have no idea what the following will look like, but...
So I have gotten to the chapter on tables in the HTML book.
Tables are sort of going out of style because everything now is geared around being "responsive," meaning it will fit on anything from a phone to a tablet to a desktop, and there are other bits of code that are better than tables at facilitating this, but what do I know; I'm only on chapter 6, out of about 24 chapters...
I Plod along in the HTML book.
With all the other irons I have in the fire, it is a miracle that I have gotten this far in the HTML book I am studying.
Of course, I have just scratched the surface, but I think that this stuff has found its way into the vernacular of computer programming and won't be obsolete any time soon. In fact some elements of this will be like Sanskrit is now, a thousand years from now
copyright 2019, Daniel McKenna, whatever...
Thursday saw me struggling to make 4 dollars, this despite having had a couple hang out and listen and, as you can hear on the recording below:
encourage me and give me a little pep talk.
The young lady sounded so much like the one from about a month ago who said: "I gave you all my change" famously? on a previously posted sound clip off of Soundcloud, that it was uncanny.
But, despite that couple stopping by, I only came up with 4 dollars for the whole night, this after having had an 18 dollar night before.
So, I woke up with enough money for a bang energy drink Friday morning.
The Great Bike Ride To Kenner
I wound up riding my bike the 15 miles to Kenner to drop in on Jacob, who was hanging out, and who had said that he would give me a shot of kratom the next time he saw me.
I joked that my willingness to ride my bike to Kenner is a sign of kratom addiction.
A cursory glance at the map made it look like I was taking a longer route to get there than is necessary.
At one point, I make a right angle turn and then ride a couple miles to his house, which tells me that I am missing the shortest distance between the two points by a couple miles.
I will explore an alternative route, which may be one that follows the contour of Lake Pontchartrain to get there.
While at Jacob's house, we got on the subject of the map and I wound up telling the story of my having ridden a freight train from Mobile in order to get to New Orleans, back in 2010.
This reminded Jacob of a certain swamp which is very near where the train would usually (the 4 times I rode it in from Mobile at least) stop and wait for another train to pass in the opposite direction.
I suppose that building a bridge across such a large lake and making it a double train track bearing structure was not cost efficient to the railroad. So the trains go across it one at a time.
When the thing stopped short of the bridge, I would look out of the boxcar that I was riding in and see nothing but swamp as far as the eye could see on either side.
I would put on my heavy duty mosquito repellent and I would gaze out at the swamp and think: What a great place to record music. The boxcar would have its own acoustics, of course, but one could put the microphone right at the edge of the opened door so that it would be more of an open-air, less sounding-like-the-inside-of-a-boxcar, sound.
That would be a great place to unleash all kinds of experimental vocals and things that would disturb the peacefulness of Sacred Heart Apartments, or perhaps give the other residents reason to believe that you might have some good drugs.
But, the swamp itself was very near where Jacob's uncle and two other guys made sure that they would one day be making an appearance on that "cold case" TV show that deals with such.
Jacob had told me the story before of how his father is also in that particular episode, where his tape recorded voice can be heard giving information about the murder, in order to beat a bike theft rap.
Yes, that's right. His dad, Ben (whom I have met) got caught stealing a bike and the then made a deal involving turning in a murderer, in lieu of spending maybe 45 days in the Orleans Parish jail. Priceless.
But we wound up putting on the video above and had a good chuckle over it.
The guy being interviewed is Jacob's uncle on his mother's side, I forget his name. Jake said that he rarely ever speaks with the guy.
The video speaks for itself, so I won't narrate it. Except to point out that there is a funny line in there when the guy say's "He had blood in his veins!" while describing the passion with which the other guy (but not him, but the other guy) committed the slaying.
The funny thing is that, I remember seeing this particular episode and the thoughts that ran through my head at the time.
I was watching it, probably up in Massachusetts, thinking: "Wow, these are definitely some dyed in the wool, Louisiana swamp people. How strange they are with their beady little eyes and the way they talk."
Little did I know that I would one day meet and become friends with the son of that crawfish/man on my TV screen...uncanny
And, in conclusion, I have no idea what the following will look like, but...
Daniel’s HTML Studies Plod Along
So I have gotten to the chapter on tables in the HTML book.
Tables are sort of going out of style because everything now is geared around being "responsive," meaning it will fit on anything from a phone to a tablet to a desktop, and there are other bits of code that are better than tables at facilitating this, but what do I know; I'm only on chapter 6, out of about 24 chapters...
Chapter Six: Tables
| How Cool Are Tables? | Wow, again! | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| Yellow!! | Watch Out!! | ||
| A New Skill | Useful? | Handy? | Tables are in? |
| Item 1 | organized | gridlike | neat |
| tired | bored with | tables and rows | |
With all the other irons I have in the fire, it is a miracle that I have gotten this far in the HTML book I am studying.
Of course, I have just scratched the surface, but I think that this stuff has found its way into the vernacular of computer programming and won't be obsolete any time soon. In fact some elements of this will be like Sanskrit is now, a thousand years from now
I Already Knew How To Do Headings Like This..
copyright 2019, Daniel McKenna, whatever...
There's a new "style" of HTML called CSS for Cascading Style Sheets, and for all I know even that's a bit dated.
ReplyDeleteFortunately there are a metric fuckton of sites online to learn how to use up-to-date HTML, plus things like Excel, Quickbooks, shit like that. Apparently being able to understand and use Excel well makes you a workplace God, even though it's been out there for decades now.
https://www.codecademy.com/learn/learn-html
ReplyDeleteIs what I'd consider. Almost 4 million people have taken that course lol.
If I thought there was any money in it, I'd have gotten into HTML programming because there are soooo many crappy pages out there.