WordPressing

Every act of conscious learning requires
the willingness to suffer an injury to one’s self-esteem.
That is why young children,
before they are aware of their own self-importance,
learn so easily.

[Thomas Szasz]

For everything that I’ve produced and show to other people, I have a box full of attempts that didn’t quite work out. If I threw away my boxes of failed attempts, my house would be a lot tidier.

As I was following links yesterday looking for more WordPress information, I found an article about running WordPress locally on my machine using MAMP. Now, that appeals to me — I can make all of my mistakes (the only way I really learn) in the privacy of my own office rather than on my ISP server.

This is for Mac users. I’m sure there is something similar for PC users. This is the route I’m planning to take to meet the goal I set yesterday — to style a simple web log “look and feel” so it will appear seamless with my own web site design.

Getting Up Courage

Courage is doing what you’re afraid to do.
There can be no courage unless you’re scared.

[Edward Vernon Rickenbacker]

     A friend of mine was at the ticket counter at a small airport to buy a ticket on a small airline. The pilot greeted the ticket agent in passing and she asked, “Where are you going?”
     “To the end of the runway and get up courage,” he replied.

That is where I am right now — at the end of the runway getting up courage. I’ve posted on this web log for a week now. In the process, I’ve figured out how to add photos, create static pages, insert a bit of HTML mark-up to style and position text, manage the site elements and edit published material. I’ve also downloaded the files for setting up a web log on my own server and have read just enough documentation to be dangerous.

Where am I starting from? I’m basically, a graphic designer. Since I’ve been designing and producing websites as part of my business for a decade, I can write HTML, edit JavaScript and do other things that skirt the edges of programming. I am, however, not a programmer. When I need dynamic site content, I recruit the aid of a real programmer.

Web logs are, basically, dynamic web sites. That means, there are page and page-element templates with programming language that draw content from a data base on the fly and show the finished product in your web browser window. There is an administrative console in the back end where content can be entered into the data base in a way that doesn’t require much web-site-development knowledge.

My goal for this week to style a simple web log “look and feel” so it will appear seamless with my own web site design on my ISP server.

Garden Dweller

Use the talents you possess –
for the woods would be a very silent place if
no birds sang except for the best.

[Henry Van Dyke]

bird bath

In the illustration world, this would be called a “graphite rendering.” In the rest of the world, this is a pencil drawing — a #2, yellow, bought-at-the-grocery-store pencil drawing. I drew this to illustrate the following poem that I composed.

My Charleston Garden
by Katherine Misegades

I love to watch the flowers bloom across my window sill;
The tulips stop their nodding heads now that the breeze is still.

The daffodils like sunbeams glow beyond the fountain stand;
They seem to watch as on the rim the morning robins land.

Wisteria hangs in graceful curves above the garden wall,
Its fragile bloom of purple weeps as raindrops on it fall.

A burst of fuchsia rings the path, the azalea explodes in bloom;
The crocus buds are almost gone as if they had no room.

On the trickling water in the pool, the last camellia floats;
It puts me in mind of pixies, elves and tiny faerie boats.

Heart-shaped leaves are growing now as the redbud blossoms fade;
By summer’s heat they will spread deep and cooling shade.

The ballast brick of the carriage house supports a trellis tall;
Soon the rambling rose will climb and put on buds ’til fall.

The gardenia will send its sweet perfume as it grows beside the door;
The shadows of the dogwood tree will stretch across my floor.

The heavy iron gate’s ajar that leads to the garden path;
Come sit with me on the marble bench and we’ll watch the birds at bath.

We’ll sip some tea from china cups beneath the moss-hung tree;
We’ll eat tiny cakes from the cut-glass plate that Grandma gave to me.

My garden’s meant to share with all who come to see it bloom;
Its memory gives me warmth and hope in winter’s chilly gloom.

Abergavenny

You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

[Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet]

steamers

Over a decade ago, I spent four years editing and producing a magazine for an antique farm equipment association. Half of the content was about steam traction engines. Interest in this topic is world-wide and I received a magazine from England about steam engines in Great Britain. It included information about steam rallies in the British Isles — gatherings similar to the many tractor shows held in the U.S. I joked that, someday, I’d go to one of those steam rallies. I wasn’t really serious since I couldn’t imagine actually traveling to the United Kingdom, especially since it meant flying on an airplane.

Not long ago, my oldest daughter and her husband moved to Wales. Shortly after, they had a baby so I got up my courage and we went for a visit. My daughter’s mother-in-law, Jane, met the plane, showed us a bit of London and drove us to Newport, Wales. Our days were a flurry of sightseeing — Roman ruins, castles, canal boats, ships, museums. One morning, Jane announced that she and I were going someplace special. We drove through the Welsh countryside to a charming town named Abergavenny. I smelled coal smoke and commented that someone must have fired up a steam engine. I was right. She took me to the Annual Abergavenny Steam Rally. It was wonderful — a hesitant dream come true.

What touched me the most? A lady I barely knew spent her morning taking me to ooh and ah over spectacular steam engines at a country fair. In addition to seeing my daughter and holding my new grandson, Jane’s thoughtfulness was one of my best memories of that trip.

Progress Report

I may not be there yet, but I’m closer than I was yesterday.
[Author Unknown]

Cass Street Depot

The actual patterns for the socks in the e-book version of …and a time to knit stockings are in PDF files so they can be opened and printed nicely on both Macs and PCs. These pages were originally laid out for commercial printing with allowance for binding. I’ve come to a difficult conclusion. I need to redo the layouts so they will print nicely on personal printers. I am embarking upon this task today.

The photo above is the Cass Street Depot — our local yarn shop. It was built in the 1870s as a passenger station. Thankfully, this landmark was saved from demolition and is now in the registry of historical buildings.

Lessons

I am learning all the time.
The tombstone will be my diploma.

[Eartha Kitt]

My ultimate goal in this exploration of web logs is to create blog portals for my clients that are tailored to their needs and display the visual theme used on their web sites. Most of these will be installed on their web host server. I’m at the beginning of learning this.

First, I downloaded and studied “Everyman’s Guide to WordPress” by Brandon Booth.

Then I went to the Lesson section of wordpress.org and have printed:

  • Introduction to Blogging
  • First Steps With WordPress
  • WordPress Semantics – Learning the Jargon

Even after working on computers for a quarter of a century, I still print out some things rather than focus on a screen. So much for the concept of a paperless office. In this case, I’ll collate these into a ring binder for study and future reference.

I’m at the learning stage that I call, “panic.” Will I learn this in a timely manner so I can effectively apply the information to real-world jobs? I always go through this stage and know it will pass. My main asset is that I’ve been designing and building web sites for a number of years so I’m not starting with a blank slate. Learning is transferable.

… and a time to knit stockings

Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.

[Chief Seattle]

Sock_ProjectTen years ago, I self-published a book of sock patterns that I’d designed for handknitters. I sold two printing runs but the binding was complicated so the book has been out of print for a number of years. I’ve received so many requests for the book that I’ve been adapting it to an e-book format that would be packaged and sold on CD.

Currently, I have the user interface formatted electronically, the packaging designed and the patterns laid out in PDF files and ready for proofing. This process has spanned so much time that I have received many emails asking when I’ll have this on the market.

It has come down to a matter of priorities — my day job eats up my time and energy. I love my day job and it keeps a roof over my head. Since my work is often deadline driven, my priorities are frequently defined by that which is most pressing. I know that there is a way to get this project finished and still complete my client work in a timly manner. I am determined to finish this e-book so I decided, if I mention it on my web log, I can be held accountable for its progress — make it pressing as well.

January Joy

In all you do, do your best
so when you lay your tools to rest
you’ll be proud to sign your name.

[Harold Misegades]

I designed this pull-over sweater using four colors of Dale of Norway Tiur yarn. The knitting starts at the front opening of the yoke using steeks at the body and neck edges and a provisional cast on. After finishing the right sleeve, I picked up stitches and knit the left sleeve. After finishing the neckline, I picked up stitches along the body steek and knit the body down to the hem. The hem is a casing with a drawstring.