Awkward silence

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For some odd reason both of the outgoing mail servers that route mail for me from my various addresses are stalling out repeatedly at the moment. This means I have about seven or eight messages in my queue that aren’t being sent out.
This means that I may be trying to reply to email from you but I may be unable. I’m a little distracted today, printing out sample documents for a long meeting/interview, so diagnosing the problem isn’t high enough on my priority list at the moment.
Rest assured, I am receiving incoming mail just fine and I’ll figure this problem out probably by tomorrow, unless, like so many other Internet issues, it decided to just go away on its own.

We can rebuild it

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I tore down the monolog at x-pollen and built it back up as a new standalone blog. It was a fake blog before. Now it has its own blog number in my system and for the time being it will only update when I update it manually (at least until I get a crontab working).
I’m going to play around with the new dynamic page generation features in MT 3 and see how they work. If I can get them doing something interesting for monolog then I will probably apply what I learn to Telegraph.
It’s tempting, though, to just use something like CivicSpace which has a built-in news aggregrator and seems to know how to the do the cron stuff itself without asking. It’s gotten very easy to install and even though I’m not a social movement, for the sites that combine content from multiple blogs it might turn out to be the best solution.

My pipes, my strings

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The constant music is a reminder that I like to sing, especially when no one else is around to here, and that I like to dance, alone and in company. Singing unlocks my voice somehow my light-opera expressitivity, my comic whimsy, it loosens my neck and shoulders. Dancing gives my body a way to tell me where it feels sore and where it feels stuck. I have to pay attention. I at least don’t make the patterns worse that day.
I wondered recently if our sinews in our muscles can get twisted like a telephone wire. There are times when repeated backward Pete Townsendish windmill armswings feel as though I am unspooling a tightly wound rope of jute through the shoulder joint.

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What happened to X-POLLEN?

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Christian Crumlish’s personal weblog, most recently called X-POLLEN, has been renamed. It is now called wake up and has been moved to xianlandia.com, as a more appropriate domain for Christian’s personal effects. Christian feels strange writing about himself in the third person and will stop now.
You can also call it “xianlandia” or Christian’s blog or really anything you like if you don’t like the name wake up, which just came to me and who knows how long I’ll stick with it? I’m fickle like that.
This, really, is the switcheroo I promised a few weeks back.
I just explained where the X-POLLEN blog went but what happened to the x-pollen.com domain? For now, I’m parking the site that aggregates all of my weblog posts, the site I call monolog or xian’s monolog, there. In fact, it’s not really all of my weblog posts, but just those published by the (Movable Type) software that runs on that same server and hosts a number of group blogs and guest blogs. I try to include writings from other sites in the sidebar, but I haven’t come up with a universal solution for that, especially when you factor in blog comments posted elsewhere.
I might move it over to a me-specific subdirectory at the site, eventually, and turn x-pollen.com into a showcase for recent entries from all the blogs hosted on the site, featuring all the great writers I’m hosting. (Then I can relaunch Mediajunkie as an aggregator site featuring external feeds.) One step at a time, though.
As is inevitable when not doing a three-step switch between two items, I munged something along the way. In this case, the monolog stylesheet. So the site’s design is raw old-skool vintage 1993-era HTML right now, till I come up with something new.