Mark Turner

Missing Sleazefest

My Dutch friend Guus’s recent introduction to Pabst Blue Ribbon got me thinking back to the days I wandered around Sleazefest, where PBR was prevalent. Few shows can make me willingly stand in a sweaty, smoke-filled room for hours on end, but Sleazefest could. Bands right in front of you (and sometimes on top of you) played sloppy surf rock while girls wearing bumper stickers shimmied in cages. Three days and multiple stages! Man, that show was a blast.

Last year, the Indy went searching for the lost Sleazefest. I hope it turns up soon.

Father’s Day

It was a good Father’s Day. Woke up to smiling faces, had a great breakfast, then took the family over to visit my own father before spending some time in the pool. After much splashing we returned home, ate lunch, and all took naps.

After naps were done Kelly made us a great dinner. We then topped that off with a visit to Goodberry’s for some tasty frozen custard. Then it was bathtime for the kids and then story time for them before tucking them in.

Now Kelly and I will likely spend time working on the 500-piece puzzle that Hallie and I started. It should be a fun ending to a fun day.

Drupal To WordPress Migration Snafu

Bah. I’ve found a fault with my hack of the Drupal to WordPress migration script: the authorship of posts isn’t migrated. This typically isn’t a problem if a blog only has one author. For a multi-author blog, though, it can lead to much confusion.

Its easy enough to copy user id’s from one system to another, and so I’ve updated my script to do that. This still doesn’t correctly show authorship, though. The problem for me as a SQL n00b is how to create WordPress’s wp_usermeta table with the appropriate INSERT statements?
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Cuts And Runs

I said goodbye to an old friend yesterday: the lawn mower that I first pushed across lawns over twenty-one years ago now has a new owner. I put a wildly-popular ad on Craigslist earlier this week and sent it home to the first person who brought me the cash.

I had sold it once before, about five years ago to my buddy Scott, but got it back from him when he no longer had a need for it. I used it here until I decided I needed a mulching mower, at which point it took up its new home in the garage for the past two years.

Somewhere in my parents’ scrapbooks is a picture of a 125-pound me with the machine that launched my lifelong lawn care obsession. Goodbye, old friend! I hope to see your work as we pass by your new home on our occasional trips to visit Kelly’s parents.

Finger-eating Fan Pronounced Dead

One of the things I did on my get-stuff-done morning was retrieve the killer nonworking gable fan from the attic. After rigging up a plug and giving it juice, I determined the thermal safety breaker has tripped. The thermal breaker is a non-replaceable part which, when activated, turns the motor into a unique doorstop or lively conversation piece.

I’m still thinking it might be worth $50 to put up another fan. It gets to 130 degrees F up there, which makes the air conditioner work harder. The ideal solution would be to put in a radiant barrier but I think that would run $300 or more with the space I’d have to cover (~$.50 psf, if i recall). Maybe I’ll consider that in the fall (when it will also help with heating).

Why didn’t I get a degree in thermodynamics? Or curmudgeonry?

Action-packed weekend

We’re finishing up an action-packed weekend. Yesterday, we got an impromptu visit from Kelly’s parents, who drove 11 hours to spend 3 and a half hours with Hallie. Kelly and I are still shaking our heads over their whirlwind visit. I think they really love their granddaughter or something!

We’re off now to do a little Sunday driving. I hope to have some time to write later today since there is a lot I can blather on about.

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Does Bellsouth.Net Filter Users Email?

A friend asked me to transfer an old interview of his grandfather from a reel-to-reel audiotape to CD. I finished this task last night, creating a wonderful-sounding MP3 to email to him while I got the CDs ready.

I discovered this morning that the note I sent him with the MP3 information got filtered somehow by his “ISP”, Bellsouth.Net. Most of the message’s content made it through fine, but the link I sent him to his MP3 was completely removed! After two messages sent to him, I determined that Bellsouth must be altering the content of messages to its users.

I find this disturbing at the least and downright scandalous at the worst. I’ve never had much faith in Bellsouth as an ISP, having dealt with them before at a client site. I’ll agree that Bellsouth the phone company knows what they’re doing in hooking up Internet connections, but their Internet group has always seemed absolutely clueless when it came to being an ISP.

I should be fair and say I don’t know whether Alan is using mail-filtering software on his own PC and whether that might explain the filtered link. My “evil detector” – the gut instinct with which I place a lot of trust – points the finger at Bellsouth.

I hope I’m wrong about this, because if I’m right, it serves as a chilling indication of what the Internet can become – a filtered, censored wasteland controlled at the whim of corporate interests.

Update 25 Jul 1 PM: A test email sent through a different mailserver seemed to work. I’m not sure if its a problem with my home mailserver or what. Guess I need more testing to be sure, but at any rate, it looks less like a Bellsouth issue at this point.

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