The Woke vs. The Sleepers

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Makes Me Grateful for My Bed 1972 Daniel D. Teoli Jr
By: Daniel D. Teoli Jr. via Wikimedia Commons

“Woke” is a beautifully designed term of derision. Aiming a verb misused as an adjective at a well-educated, generally grammatically correct population is uniquely irritating. Then again, it is very hard for those of us to whom it can be applied to categorically deny it. This is especially true for me, a woke Boomer. I can easily look back and see the arc of the transformations that have been happening over the past two decades, having lived through the before and after. 

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Hello! (again)

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Decades ago, I built a website by stumbling around Adobe Dreamweaver. It wasn’t half bad and got a few viewers. After the initial flush of success, it lay dormant and became embarrassingly outdated. Five years ago, I gave WordPress a try in a subdomain (go.rgetter.com–the “go” part is the subdomain). After the initial flush of success, it lay dormant for five years.

Now, I quietly disposed of the old site and am embarking on fleshing out this new one. Here’s what I have planned, levels of self-motivation permitting:

  • This modest post
  • Migrating various content I created elsewhere that should be useful to the general public
  • Moving the once-popular Journey to Japan pages here
  • Creating a gallery where I can show off my pictures and videos
  • Links to some of my better MacDirectory Magazine articles
  • Nagging myself to create some new content here

This little ice-breaker complete, if I have successfully fixed the file permission problem and it posts correctly, I may have the confidence to continue. Someday maybe I’ll even get good at it

OMG, my first post!

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Getting started in blogging, particularly being new to running a content management system is incredibly intimidating.

Getting the blog set up was like the first time I put on ice skates. I had read everything I needed to and acquired all the necessities. Instead of skates, socks and a hockey stick, it was a sub-domain, a book or two and a bunch of how-to sites. Then I spent an evening trying to get it right, performing all the necessary tasks, except for remembering to write down the new passwords.

But the first time I put on ice skates, I was standing up on the carpet on my parents’ living room and it was pretty easy.

But this is like the filling of getting out on the actual ice for the first time. It is very slippery, it feels pretty strange, and if I fall on my butt, a lot of people will know.

Welcome to the blogsphere, I guess.