Clean Sweep
i'm having a good day.
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the dirty work is done.
after much delay, i have finally made a clean sweep of this site. i chaged some file names so that non-obscene pictures of mine would no longer come up in horny-boy google searches. (girl-on-girl and hogtied, jeez! i swear, they were innocent pictures!) i flash fried all the orphaned files. i synchronized the server with my local drive. i resisted the urge to purge ancient pictures (barely) so if you're an old picture fan either start saving them to your hard drive or start a letter writing campaign.
i also deleted most of what was on the fun page. it just wasn't that much fun any more. i'll try to put up some stuff that's actually fun soon. i am very tempted to post a hall of fame of the best emails i've ever received, but some of them are awfully frisky and i wouldn't want to offend anyone, least of all those friends of mine who write me frisky emails. i'll think about it though. perhaps there's a solution.
i'm also beginning to regret that this blog does not have a feedback feature, so i added a simple comment link at the top. if it seems worth it, i'll post your comments when i get them (read = in the evening, when i have time).
do you remember when every single website on the internet had a "pardon our appearance. under construction" disclaimer at the bottom? now, fluid is normal. even so, i'm glad for this spring cleaning. you may not notice it, but we like to run a tight ship.
if you find anything that's screwed up, please let me know.
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kathrin was worrying that she wasn't doing enough with her life. that she hadn't made it.
i told her the following story about my father.
he's a very well respected rabbi. as far as rabbi's go, famous even. healthy, happy family. comfortable income. owned a sailboat (at that point, at least). published author. desired lecturer. really, as far as anyone was concerned, he'd "made it" long ago.
sick of being a congregational rabbi, he quits after thirty years to teach more, write more, and deal with crazy congregants less. i'm home for a visit and we're talking about what the future holds. he turns to me, my father does, and says, "you know, i still wake up mornings and ask myself 'what do i want to do with my life?' it never goes away. you don't ever reach a point where you've done it all, where you're an adult, when the questions are answered."
somehow hearing that makes things a lot easier. even when you're got all the success one could want, the questions remain. it's not about making it. questions don't get answered, they just keep on coming up as long as you're alive and thinking.
Hallo