Very Heavy – Since 1997
The Site is Alive. Now, I’m Going Sailing.
Heavypen.com was my first website. I launched it in 1997. The pic on the right is as the site looked.
Actually, this was the second design version, aided by some early Microsoft HTML design helpers. The first version was hard-coded from scratch with Notepad using HTML Reference and HTML Advanced Reference manuals written and published by James Armstrong based in Seattle, WA. The original version is lost forever – but here are the versions that the Wayback Machine captured.
Long story – hard coding was an enormous pain in the butt. The version in the image above was created using Microsoft Publisher using the built-in website conversion tool which was another kind of pain.
Many other iterations of the site have come and gone. It was time for another serious makeover. I got WordPress, prettied up a template, and now it’s 6am and I’ve finally worked out the bugs. I love how WordPress works – makes the whole deal about content management system a boat load easier to deal with. But I’m done for now.
I feel an urge to write something prosaic, but I’m in a bit of a pinch. At the time of this writing, I’ve got a date with a sailboat. Yep: billowing sails popping against the breezes and the hull pounding against the surging waves. There I will be, at the helm of a cool boat, guiding crew, and passengers to safe harbor. It’ll be a short jaunt to Catalina and back – a milk run with a friend of mine, his 10-year-old daughter, and her friend. Nothing dramatic, but it ought to be fun.
Admittedly, it is a badly needed break from all the hassle and hustle of my day-to-day life as a content writer. A vacation – albeit a very short one. I have been stressing out about this new site launch, but also on what happened in New York, poor business, and all other sorts of stressful things. Perhaps it is the idea that we’re standing at the threshold of World War III that causes me to lose so much sleep. Whatever the reason I can’t stop it by stressing out, I can’t change a damn thing. Therefore I’m doing something for me before I implode. And besides, it’s cheap; I’m going on my friend’s boat.
Old sailors of tallships used to have the same problem after they had been beached for a while. The only way that some of them could get a peaceful night’s sleep was from the rolling and rocking of a ship at sea – even if it were moored in a harbor. You may get seasick just thinking of rolling decks and lapping waves, but I don’t. I have been beached for too long – going on a year and a half.
I promise I’ll post something a bit more engaging later. The ‘writer’s journey’ continues.