What a lovely, lovely thing. Remember what I said about updates being sporadic for the next few days while I got greymatter implemented? Thanks to one last big push to get the archives done, the entire site (as of about an hour ago) is now fully automated on greymatter.

I love it. I can implement a new design in less than an hour. This looks to be absolutely fabulous.

My updates over the next 2-3 days are likely to be sporadic at best. I am halfway through converting my site from Blogger to Greymatter, but I've come to the part of the conversion that is most difficult—the seven months' worth of archived journal entries.

A snippet of conversation with Brad to pass along:

There's something to be said for taking time away from work. Yes, there IS something to be said, but I'm not sure what it is, and even if I was, I wouldn't be the person to say it.

This from the person who spent all day Saturday hammering on a website to make it work. It's mostly there. geek-chick.net has been waiting for a few months to see the light of day, and I think I've finally gotten tired of waiting. When I got the offer to host it for free at my ISP, I decided to take advantage of that. The DNS for geek-chick.net hasn't propagated yet, so everything's still pointed at the old site (the one that starts off with, "Houston, we have finals"). At some random point in time, differing for each ISP, everything will point to the new site (which already has posts from friends on it). Then I will be much happier—because I will finally be able to test the silly guestbook script.

So I spend too long on that entry, far longer than I should have, and then I look at the timestamp with horror and realize that I'm probably going to be a couple of minutes late for work. No big deal—I'm usually early.

But because I was late, I actually got to hear Garrison Keillor reading poetry on The Writer's Almanac on WLRH. I liked this morning's selection—and if I hadn't been running a few minutes late, I wouldn't have heard it at all:

I prefer to write my life along the lines of a soundtrack, using music both to express emotion and evoke past memories. Movie directors intrinsically know what I have just begun to understand: that a piece of music can both stand alone and evoke memories of previous listens. I've often joked that I could probably put together a soundtrack of my life, but it would have meaning to no one else but me.

• Live's "Lightning Crashes"—my freshman year of college.
• Arrested Development's "Tennessee"—in high school, watching a talented classmate paint.
• Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue"—my grandfather.
• Blues Traveler's "Run-Around"—watching the Razorbacks lose the NCAA men's basketball championship.
• Jonatha Brooke's "Full-Fledged Strangers"—getting in the car to make the seven-hour drive home from seeing Jeff.