If someone were to give advice to a new blogger, I’ll bet that a chief tidbit would be: Don’t fall down, dummy. (Also applies to skiers, waiters, tightrope walkers, etc . . .) I hoped to, at least at first, keep updating here on a daily basis, but I’ve got to tell you, WordPress is kicking my ass. How? you ask. Just so. You see, I don’t even have the vocabulary required to describe my problems. It’s like trying to search for a solution to a problem with Apple’s “Messages” feature. One, you can’t effectively describe the problem: “Apple messages won’t go.” Two, you’ll get a thousand hits on your query, because Apple oh, so thoughtfully named their messaging tool “Messages.” Thanks, Steve. And three, if you do find some possible solutions, they seem to be written in a language unknown to me: “Check that your fdomragom is set to the appropriate lagsnAP configuration. And you’ll want to make sure that your bitstreaming protocol has been paired to the root net.” My cries to Google make me sound like a caveman. “How change picture size” “Lightroom won’t open.” “Make louder not quiet.”
The sad thing about this is that I think I was born at the right time to know what all this stuff means. We had computer labs in high school, and I was able to program the computers at Hecht’s to display “YOU SMELL LIKE FARTS” in a continuous cascade, but somewhere around 1985, I must have missed a memo or something. And I was in the Intelligence branch when I was in the Army, where we had all kinds of crazy whizbang shit that I still can’t talk about (but really isn’t all that interesting anyway), yet I cannot figure out why some of my iPhone texts are blue, and some are green.
But I’m going to tackle this WordPress thing, I swear. That, or start mailing out typewritten newsletters. The postage will kill me, but I’ll still be able to proclaim victory, because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Pass the Beer Nuts.
Hecht’s…. 😂😂! I had totally forgotten that place – AND I can totally see you doing that 😜
I watched the Hecht Co. until the bitter end, when it became Macy’s (which seemed mighty New Yorkish to me, thankyouverymuch), by then, it was difficult to imagine what Hecht’s had once been, complete with a furniture and an electronics department (although I think it was called “TV and Stereos”) and an in-house restaurant. It was worth going to the mall with Mom, if I thought I could con her into buying me a Monte Cristo sandwich at Edgar’s.
I can help you understand the blue/green thing, but the rest might be a reach.
And in my ’80s-locked brain, “Hecht’s” = “Ticketmaster counter.”
Yup, standing in the blistering cold, waiting for them to finally open the doors.
The only way to understand what any of this stuff means is through cold, hard experience. Your Commodore 64, TRS-80, or whatever of your BBS days ain’t going to help you here. Although, the WordPress app does remind me of Wordstar. Kind of a cold comfort though…
It’s coming along. Slowly.