Thursday, July 31, 2003 10: 28 AM
Popcorn Email Client : "Popcorn is a freeware ultra-lightweight POP3/(E)SMTP e-mail client for Windows 95/98/ME/NT/2000/XP." And when they say lightweight, they mean it: less than 200K. Great for accessing email on the road or even other POP3 accounts from work. You view email directly from the server, so no downloading to your hard drive. Throw it up on your web server and always be able to download it when out and about. I like web-based email, but sometimes, I just like the feel of an app. This one does the job very well. (Found via: Two Eyes. Two for two over there today. Another great find.)
Thursday, July 31, 2003 10: 14 AM
Zempt 0.3 : Trying out Zempt 0.3. Desktop app that allows you to publish to MovableType. Simple interface, highly functional. Found via: Two Eyes
Wednesday, July 23, 2003 05: 06 AM
Each individual's life is an interesting canvas. A sidewalk either freshly
minted with wet concrete ready to be drawn upon permanently, or
set...hard...stiff...lifeless, where only chalk can sketch a superficial
smile destined to be washed away by the next rains of summer. Often, I
think, our lives are ebb and flow from these states. Periods of fluidity and
futility. Periods of spirited living. And periods of mere survival.
It is during those periods of survival that we merely find ourselves
existing, if for no other purpose than to see what the next day holds. To
see if, by chance, the miracle (that we have not lifted one finger to make)
happens. It is during those periods that some of us realize the fabrication
of our new environment. The manmade ornaments of modern culture that
alienate us from our paths of origin. Our path to nature. Within this
experience of survival we come to realize the processing of the human spirit
in the factory of modern life. A processing which removes all the good,
adventurous nutrients of the soul and simply replaces them with poisoned
preservatives whose only purpose is to perpetuate the cycle modern man. Grow
up. Get an education. Get a job. Then die. The tamed man. The new man.
Oooo...how modern is he. Now he hunts and gathers in the markets and malls
of the endless urban jungles that never satisfy the true spirit of adventure
that is inherent in all of us. It is as if the very life has been sucked out
of him. You can see it in his eyes. You can see it in mine. What has
happened to me? Why modern man, do you possess my life?
Yet in rare moments, some of us see what we are destined to see. The bigger
canvas of life with horizon lines as far as the eye can see, with endless
mountaintops hiding a sun just kissing their peaks. Some, born into a world
devoid of the processing and fabrication, have had a view of the bigger
canvas since their first steps and impart the higher vision of what life can
be. They inspire, not through words alone, but action. They LIVE. While
others never realize the cruel joke of modern life. The death of the human
spirit of adventure. This is a wake-up call. This is a declaration that the
system no longer tells me what my dreams should be. This is me reclaiming my
spot in the natural world. This is me dictating my future. This is me saying
I will be different and I don't give a damn.
Yet the system will respond, "Stay with the herd for there are vast fields
to effortlessly graze in the valley below. Don't climb to the mountain, for
while that grass surely more delicious, it is beyond your reach. The climb
is too difficult. It is not worth the effort."
To those who would beckon me to the valley below, to graze lazily in the
pastures of passivity I say, "Enjoy your journey. But it is not for me. Mine
is up there. In the mountains, where I will either conquer or die trying. I
will follow a trail carved into the earth by my grandfather, Sir Jeffrey
Hirschi the Eighteenth and breathe the same inspired air from the mountains
high. For mine is not the life to be survived, but rather the life to be
lived."
Monday, July 7, 2003 10: 43 AM
2003 Tour de France Coverage (Flash)