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To Do list

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Things I should do in the next while:

  • Make a list
  • Laun­dry
  • Install some project man­age­ment soft­ware and start using it for per­son­al projects
  • Go through the cards I got on my busy week­end and con­nect up
  • New theme for my site
  • Write, write, write
  • Prep for my readings

Addendum

  • Run some numbers

WordCamp Winnipeg

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One great Word­Camp, indeed.

I learned about Ian Stew­art’s jour­ney from utter Word­Press “noob” to mem­ber (lead?) of the Automat­tic Theme Team.

I learned that there are still sev­en or eight things I don’t know about Word­Press, cour­tesy of Sheri Bigelow.

I learned from tri.be’s Peter Chester how to fix Word­Press when it’s slow (Find the slow­est thing; fix it; rinse and repeat).

I taught an intim­i­dat­ing­ly full room of peo­ple that Word­Press Mul­ti­site isn’t real­ly all that scary.

I learned from Reid Peifer about how you should man­age a dis­trib­uted team (final rule: GIVE A CRAP).

And I learned from Dave Pen­sato that while Word­Press is awe­some, it could prob­a­bly be more awe­some still. (Blinky FTW.)

Then I had some snacks and went to vis­it my fam­i­ly. A good day all around.

Sassy’s

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When I saw they were tear­ing Sassy’s down, my first thought was Oh, no.

day 314_sassy demolition

…I have a scene set in there in my novel-in-progress.

(It’s one of the places where the under­ground dwellers can come up above ground.)

Sassy’s, for the unini­ti­at­ed, is was a down­town-Bran­don dive bar.  For a long time it was a strip club, and by all accounts not a classy one. It’s the only place I’ve ever actu­al­ly gone to see the strippers—during my low-key bach­e­lor par­ty, when we set the drink spe­cial at a piz­za joint, then drank mul­ti­coloured drinks at the bowl­ing alley—but that’s a sto­ry for anoth­er day.

Sassy’s also played host to the local instance of the smalls’ “Good­bye For­ev­er” tour, to which I scored free tick­ets by putting up posters around the uni­ver­si­ty. The strip­per pole was gone, but the ceil­ing mir­rors had­n’t been torn down.  The smalls played on a stage that I pre­sume had been thor­ough­ly cleaned.