No longer jailbait

The website currently known as Otherstream.com is eighteen tears old today. What this means is:

  • Children born the day I uploaded the first version of the site are now of legal age in the United States. Unless they want to drink. Or run for president.
  • I have been doing this for a good deal more than a third of my life and more than half of my adult life.
  • The site has survived several homes, cars, and jobs, and has now lasted almost twice as long as my stab at marital bliss.
  • I’m old.

Moving into year nineteen, I continue not to be certain what the whole site is about anymore but I also keep on not pulling the plug. So go figure…

Also, after tolerating it for work for quite a while, I’ve also just jumped onto Twitter because (a) the person who had staked out @otherstream for quite some time has apparently relinquished it and (b) I figured I’d better associate the site with it for at least a few months before it becomes the next dead technology. Twitter annoys me more than a little so I’m not sure how active I’ll be, but feel free to stop in.

Anyhow, thanks a lot to the seven of you who still frequent the site. I really appreciate it!

Friday night

Happy, full of schnitzel, and ready for a three-day weekend. I was to finally able to make some significant progress on a project that’s been causing me much stress at work this week. The side effects of my new medication have largely subsided. I have a great birthday present from Sarah to watch. And I have very few pressing commitments. I may even take some time to work on the other site. Looks like the makings of a good holiday weekend.

US Tour 1997: Day 37

Fifteen years ago today:

On the final day, I make my way through the Central Valley from Bakersfield to Stockton, then over Altamont Pass, through the East Bay, across the Bay Bridge and back South of Market where I’d started more than a month before.

Original narrative.

US Tour 1997: Day 36

Fifteen years ago today:

From Kingman across the Mojave Dessert via a very old and deserted version of Route 66, then to Bakersfield. This was pretty much the last leg of the Joads’ journey and it’s pretty close to the end for me too.

Original narrative.

The Ghost of October Past

I used to do these all the time but I haven’t recently. Tonight seems like a good night since I haven’t much of anything to say tonight that doesn’t revolve around (a) whininess about the fact that I’m not in Canada right now like I’m supposed to be, (b) misplaced resentment that’s making me feel a little guilty, or (c) new techniques in the avoidance of starch and sugar.

We’ve already established that October is my reflective month and that I’m not averse to reruns, so here’s early October through the years:

US Tour 1997: Day 35

Fifteen years ago today:

Gallup, New Mexico. Flagstaff, Arizona. Don’t forget Winona. Kingman. And that’s it for today. The Route 66 tour continues after a flat tire in Gallup with a visit to Bedrock in lieu of the Grand Canyon…and a Wigwam Motel in Holbrook.

Original narrative.

US Tour 1997: Day 33

Fifteen years ago today:

A grand tour of various incarnations of Route 66 in Oklahoma City and west toward Amarillo, with stops in Clinton OK, Shamrock TX, and other spots, plus a visit to Pop Hicks Restaurant and the Route 66 Museum in Clinton.

Original narrative.