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Thanks for all the well wishes!

Thankfully I took my last pain med on Monday. Vicodin made me nauseous. Percoset gave me headaches and caused really weird dreams. True story: Sunday night, I dreamt that something (either a lizard or a piranha) had latched itself on to my bad finger — and I was desperate to pull it off. Unfortunately that led me to forcibly pulling off my finger splint in the middle of the night and shifting the pressure bandage over the wound — Verily I say to thee the test of true love is changing your drug addled spouse’s finger dressing at 2.30 in the morning. I married a good woman.

Any pain from the finger was worth getting my head back together.

Anyway, I’m feeling so much better now.

healing continues
vicodin causes some nausea
only one hand types

That’s about it. I’m down to one pain pill ever few hours. I’m looking forward to none. The finger looks prettly gnarley, but it’s got color other than purplish-green) so thats a great thing.

BTW, if you haven’t seen Shake Hands With Danger, where the previous title came from, check it out here.

shake hands with danger

As the few of you who check this blog have noticed, things have ground to a halt. That’s been driven by a few things.

Summer research, at the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle and within the local citizen journalism community, has been taking a lot of my time. The rest has been going to RIT and publishing related research there.

Perhaps the bigger problem are mySQL/database issues that I’ve run into since migrating all of the old blog content to the WordPress platform. Basically, I need to bite the bullet and upgrade my database.

Finally, I’m planning on a major site update (ironcially moving the blog directory location one last time).

Long and short, over the next few days I’m planning on backfilling some entires into the blog, but up to date content is still a bit aways.  See you all in July.

Over the last two days I’ve found myself returning to the past. Or, in the first case, more accurately, the past visited me. Yesterday the door of my office opened and my former professor Marie Freckleton walked through it. I haven’t seen Marie in a decade. And she revealed that she was at RIT to meet my mentor Archie Provan. Those from my time and before at the School of Print remember Archie as the cantankerous Scottish type professor. He was the man who taught me everything I know about type, and quite a bit about life. In addition to being my professor, I also worked as his lab assistant for nearly my entire time at RIT. And he also ran the Queen Elizabeth 2 Co-op, which I took part in. And he helped foster my love of puns, bad jokes (Horse walks into a bar. Bartender asks “Why the long face?”), and fruit gums (a bizarre English candy that is neither fruity or gummy… in fact they are kinda hard and hurt your teeth). I’m also pretty sure he tipped me off to DeBella’s before most people knew about them.

Sure enough a few hours later, I spotted Archie coming down the halls. Like Marie, I hadn’t seen him in a decade. And like Marie, he hasn’t changed. He even remembered me as “little grasshopper” (a reference to Caine on TV’s Kung Fu). We didn’t get to talk for too long. He had lots of questions for me (like “What the hell are you doing here?!”). And I mentioned to him that I’m planning to use a couple of his assignments in a class next year. His response was “Well it’s good to know they’re hiring people who know what they’re doing.” We didn’t get to talk for as long as I’d like. But I’ve already gotten a commitment out of him to guest lecture in my class this fall.

In other news, I’ve begun the process of migrating all of my old blogger posts across to WordPress. It’s an interesting process and forcing me to become more familiar with SQL. I now have a much better understanding the potential limitations of the WP content management system. I’m also more keenly aware of issues presented by transitioning data from one repository type to another.

Beyond the technical stuff, the migration also is an opportunity to revisit my past. I’ve reread a lot of blog posts that I had forgotten about. For as much as it’s interesting to revisit the entries regarding major events (from September 11th to learning I got into Chicago), returning to the small posts, the everyday, has been the most interesting for me. Beyond noting that I’ve written the phrase “sorry for not posting, things have been crazy” more times than I can count, the experience has reminded me how important this blog has been in helping me preserve a personal history. And while I’ve maintained journals throughout these years, the blog has been my most consistent documenting of my day to day life. I feel really lucky to have it.