Stepped out of the car this morning and nearly broke a hip. I slipped on a banana peel. It really does happen – nyuk, nyuk.

This is a great idea. Matt Webb is publishing an RSS feed of The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci, all 1,565 pages, one page per day. In 4 years or so I’ll let you know how it ends.

It’s not so much that I’m disappointed with people. It’s more a matter of wishing that people would pleasantly suprise me more often than they do.

What should we name the content div? How about the header and navigation divs? Since this has come many times around the office, this looks like a good place to start

Woah. Check this huge list of links for standards testing. Everything from colors, fonts, backgrounds and Flash to you name it.

I don’t know how normal people do it. Computers suck enough when you’re a geek, but regular folk must go absolutely insane trying to get anything done. My uncle just brought his laptop over and it was riddled with worms. Sasser, Agobot and one other so far. Not to mention spyware and dialup issues galore. He’s a smart guy, but had absolutely no clue what to do about it. He called Microsoft, and after 7 days they faxed him instructions for removing Sassar.

Yes it’s true, I went fly fishing a few days ago. I feel like Bill Murray in What About Bob—“I’m a fisherman, I fish.” This was at the wonderful North Branch Outing Club.

I love simple mechanical devices. Being a computer nerd makes one appreciate simple things that just work, since most of our time is spent dealing with things that regularly and inexplicably don’t work. Many years ago my dad gave me a slide rule that he used in school. I’ve not been able to find it, so I bought another one. It’s a KEUFFEL & ESSER something-or-other, because I can’t afford the Deci-Lon.

It’s best when your friends buy the trampoline, so we just get to play on it – without the liability.

For those of us who are a trifle unclear about what the term “Art Director” means, there’s a nice article from A List Apart that helps a little

T.M. is absolutely right about Tom Waits when it’s hot. I went through a phase where Tom was the only artist I listened to. I’m glad to be reminded that it’s time again. When it gets too hot for comfot And you can’t get an ice cream cone T’ain’t no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones

Some advice… never offer to pick up your daughter and four of her teenage friends from a teen dance club. The were like, crazy and were like, bouncing off the ceiling and like, giggling like Soooo….Much. And like, saying things like… “OMG! He was dancing like a noodle. I was like, dude, don’t be a noodle.” “He was like, singing in my ear while we were dancing. But like, LOUD! and I was like, dude, that hurts my head.