I’m writing this at Landvetter Airport, on my way to Prague for the 2015 edition of XML Prague. I’m very much looking forward to this one.

I’ve now imported my Blogger posts, comments and such to WordPress. It would seem it went well.

Spent some time today teaching my both kids how to drive. Fun but exhausting.

WordPress says I need to provide ftp access for it, if I want to install plugins or update the software. What is this, the dark ages?

I used to host sgmlguru.org in my basement, using an old Debian box and a dynamic DNS feature in my VDSL router. The site would go down at regular intervals, sometimes because I got a new IP address and the DynDNS service didn’t follow, and sometimes because that box runs Debian Unstable and I’m an apt-get junkie, updating the system at least a couple of times a week.

This was rather unreliable and didn’t reflect on my internet presence very favourably, so yesterday I finally had enough and bought myself a $7/month VPS at VPSDime. Nothing fancy, just Debian 7 with 6GB RAM running on OpenVZ. While I’m not a expert by any means, I do have some command line experience on Debian, so setting up a basic server with WordPress and some other stuff via SSH was extremely easy.

I have to say I’m really, really pleased.

Noting it’s been two months since I last wrote anything here, I feel it is time to add the following:

If you hoped for a new version of ProXist (as hinted by a previous blog entry), sorry. It has not happened yet. It will, eventually.

If you expected something else from me, sorry again. It has not happened yet. It might, if I find out what you’re on about.

Contact me if you want blame assigned.

I managed to submit my Balisage paper on time, in case you wondered.

Also, I still think my basic idea is a good one. It’s simple and, I think, useful. So simple, in fact, that I’m worried that everybody but me thinks it’s perfectly obvious.

::sigh::

Title says it all. Happy new year, everybody!

And I’m perfecting it.

Title says it all. They moved a muscle back to where it’s supposed to be. Some childhood operation to fix a squinting eye had resulted in it sliding back to where it was mostly useless.

Ouch.