Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
I got together with one of the brightest we’ve had last night. He’s a teacher himself now, in Surin province; he keeps in touch with his classmates (they only graduated this year) by phone. Out of a class of around thirty that graduated, half are in Bangkok doing various odd jobs, a few are teachers, one is in the military, and at least one made it overseas…
It made me feel like the manta in Finding Nemo.
I’ve basically decided to break all hyperlinks from the past 7 years and am now publishing to the root of this site instead of the /blog directory. Screw it. It ain’t money to me, and everything going to /blog is getting redirected to / now. To be honest, I can’t be bothered with URL matching from my old MT blog to this new WP one. Like I said, screw it. Google can play catch up with their invincible green nanosecond cloud, and all the hotlinkers (some of them using my pics in their forum sigs for nearly seven years) can suck my /.
It was curious to see that there is no native Search and Replace tool in WordPress, but I found a couple plugins to do the job immediately:
Search and Replace (This one worked just fine for me.)
Search Regex Plugin (You can apparently use regular expressions with this one.)
Meanwhile, I’m enjoying the complete absence of spam for the time being. It feels like 2003 again:
Once upon a time there was a great hunk of code called Movable Type. It was a powerful tool for self-publishing on the web, unmatched in both flexibility and utility. It was the premiere blogging platform, for many good reasons – new users and developers were infected with joy spread by the more experienced. This was the golden age of MT, and its roots seemed to be spreading far and wide.
And then, tragedy.
After several key mistakes, Movable Type’s developers decided that hosted services were the wave of the future, and concentrated on feeding their new cash cows. Once king of the barnyard, MT was neglected for years, to the point where it really should have been taken out behind the barn and shot, but instead, its owners let it starve and waste away. Then they fired the keepers…
You know what? A parable is a horrible way to end a 7-year relationship. What I really mean to say is: FUCK YOU, SIX APART.
You made your vox, now go sleep with it.
Movable Type disemboweled itself, and I cut off its head completely. Welcome to the new digs.
I’ve been contemplating jumping ship to WordPress for quite a while now, but I just haven’t had the time or motivation. So what I’ve decided to do is spend a day upgrading to Movable Type 5 instead… If MT5 gives me too much grief, I’ll just switch to WP. And if it works out well, I’ll have a chance to get used to the WordPress interface.
I had one, but I guess it didn’t survive the rigorous explosive testing all my toys volunteered for.
In-class:
“If you have an afro and I have an afro, it’s perhaps reasonable to expect me to help you out of hairdo camaraderie, but it’s unreasonable to expect the same just because we both have short hair.”
They bear a striking resemblance to each other. And that’s cousin Ty doing the Sweeping Crane staff technique in the background.
Mina and I are sitting in our house with all the lights off, watching headlights go by. It’s funny how in your own house, darkness and shadows can be so wonderful.