I had been itching to blog these past days but unfortunately, Ayuc has acted up. It freezes right in the middle of things, which indicate either 2 things broken: the motherboard or RAM. Since it manages to boot up to a certain point, I’m blaming RAM. I have a source where I can buy 1gb. RAM for it, which I was planning to buy anyway, and I’ll bring her (I think it’s a ‘her’), to the guy soon when I get the moolah and some free time (it’s in Pasay). If it turns out the thing is completely busted (notice how it had been demoted as a mere ‘thing’), I just threw away xxxxx buckos, so I’m keeping my toes crossed.
Drupal’s Mollom, the service which checks for spam, is acting up. I’ve had one report of people having difficulty making comments while Jen at MomEx had some problems trying to post a new blog entry. I know this is a really minor thing to be talking about whilst there are more pressing issues, one supposes, at hand, but it’s just the first thing that got in my head as I wrote this new paragraph. I think it’s because I switched my eyes for a sec and saw Jen online on Google Chat, which may have helped me come to that thought.
When I write on this blog, I write mostly the first thing that comes to my head. I like doing that, it’s therapeutic to say the least.
Ok so now with the ‘pressing issues’ part.
Today is a happy day as I had managed to cross out a big chunk of my never ending to-do list. This part involves when we get in touch with bloggers we are trying to invite to a network we are setting up for KE. In the proper order, we created the list (checked it twice – couldn’t resist saying that), sent an invite, waited for them to say yes, I sent some code, and am now waiting for word they have installed the code. The code allows me to determine things such as hits and pageviews.
It’s a big chunk of work crossed out because now I can focus on finding more members, improving the system, and most importantly, talking with the other end of the network, the clients. And they are waiting. Boy, are they ever so.
I’m excited to see this through. In fact it seems sometimes this is mostly what’s been taking up my time and thoughts. That’s understandable, to a point, but I gotta step back a bit and just breathe a little, the better to keep objectivity. Otherwise I’ll OC this away. I have the tendency to do that.
Today I watched I love you Beth Cooper to try and get my mind off things, and also to buy stuff at the mall. I left approximately around 3/4ths of the way because I just couldn’t take it anymore. Not that it was that horrible of a movie, except I realized a 3rd of the way through that it made me miss those 80’s teen movies I liked so much, like Ferris Beuller, Fast Times or anyone of the John Cusack ones. The movie failed to make sense several times, and eventually it wasn’t doing it for me. I caught myself thinking of other things, which I realized made the movie pointless, since the whole idea was to stop thinking per se and just lose myself in the movie. At that point I got up with my groceries (cranberry juice, blueberry jam, a bottle of cherries and a plastic jug – things that help my gout), and went home.
And now to shift to another topic again. Hold on to your hats, as this come from left field.
Mio is a 5 year old kid dealing with a type of leukemia that can still be cured. I learned about him via Frances Sales’ post on her blog re her efforts to raise funds for the boy (whom she had yet to meet, I believe), which then led me to Mio’s mom’s blog.
Reading this blog, believe me, is heartbreaking. With every word you can feel her anguish over the situation, and it really touches you where it hurts. It then occurred to me, how important it is to have writers archiving situations around us, such as her mom bringing attention to their situation and thus, finding a way to alleviate it.
To put in a different perspective, let’s say there’s a group of people suffering through, say, a war. Put a writer in there to tell the story of what’s going on, and you bring to light issues that need to be addressed. Without one to tell the story though, it’s quite likely that group’s story will never be heard. Even if they live through the ordeal, no one will ever really be able to appreciate what they’ve gone through. Not until, at least, another writer comes along to document it for them.
Mio’s mom is an excellent writer in this regard. She brings to light her and her son’s plight, and with every painful word it brings people to action. How many, therefore, are not served as well by not having someone around to document their ordeals? Mio is a lucky kid for having such a loving and particularly talented mother. Whatever may happen from this, I’m sure some good will come out of her efforts. If you wanna help, she’s listed down ways here.