Category: Thisnthat

Oh, phooey. WordPress blips.

Pardon the look of the site today. This site went down yesterday and in the process took the theme and design with it. This is all a part of learning WordPress, which uses php and can suck resources from your server, and I learned that one’s server can actually “kill” your site. (Yes, this is the term my host’s support used: “we killed your site!” Drastic.) Hopefully I will get things back up and running in no time!

By the way, I use the Thesis theme for WordPress. I have gotten quite used to it, and used to customizing it. There are other great themes and blogging platforms out there, but finding one to tweak and sticking with it makes life a whole lot easier, especially when one is running multiple sites on WordPress.

Beginnings are good, but the follow-through?

I love beginnings, full of possibilities and options. And somewhere in the middle of things I get bogged down, bored or stressed, and I’m realizing it’s because I often spend too much time on the beginnings, leaving all possibilities open. I re-took the Myers-Briggs personality test last year and it really opened my eyes to this aspect of my personality. (I’m a classic, off-the-charts INFP.)

I am primarily a writer, but I’m a historian, an art critic, an armchair designer, a gardener–so topically, I could never limit my blog. That’s why I couldn’t imagine being a “fashion blogger” or “craft blogger” or “film blogger”. I worry I might bog down readers, because my obsessions and skills are so wide and varied. (I have spared you, so far, from my still-in-draft entries on Marshall McLuhan and his media theories). I can’t help but chase down my whims, research them endlessly, and write about them.

On a friend’s advice, I’ve decided that I need to narrow down the beginnings of things. Not to take away the joy of project-visioning, but to take small mental notes of the rabbit trails that interest me, and narrow down the possibilities to a few into which I can actually cut a road.

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Another idea, hatched.

My friend Han Stoney came up with this fab idea to write a series of short plays all set on a park bench. We were both 1. in need of some writing inspiration and 2. both interested in screenplay writing and 3. have very theatrical husbands so, cool, huh? She’s a great idea-hatcher. She’s good at little vignettes, and started off her project by filming a friend of ours, Seth aka “Brother Machine” performing one of his beautiful, lamentable Texas ballads.

Her husband Mark aka “Stoney” and Brother Machine are gonna be doing some gigging around town where they switch and perform each other’s songs. These guys are ridiculously talented songwriters. If you live in Austin, seriously. don’t miss.
Stoney vs. Brother Machine

{via The Thinks}

Yes, I’m Lefthanded.

This was my first choice for my website name, but darn, “I’m Lefthanded” seems to be popular.

I’m the only lefty in my family, including cousins, aunts and uncles. (Although I haven’t been able to keep track of my mother’s family; she had 9 brothers and sisters and I am still accumulating new cousins and second cousins every year.) Like many lefties, I grew up thinking there was a special reason for this oddity. When I started playing softball, for some reason I batted right-handed, until my father told me, “You should really try to bat left-handed, you’d be stronger at it.” And I did, thinking that I could have the special skill of the tricky switch-hitter. Read more

Here we are.

I have started and stopped multiple blogs. I’m a pretty decent web designer and I love having a place to explore every topic that interests me. But I’m a terrible “blogger” in the traditional sense. I started blogging in 1998, before Movable Type, before Blogger, before before. I had to hand-code each entry. From the very beginning, a blog (for me) was simply a website compilation of writings. They just happened to have dates.

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Thanks for stopping by.

If you were a visitor of, thank you. It had many lives, first as a website devoted to essays on Gerard Manley Hopkins, a poet on whom I wrote a graduate thesis. Then it was a place for essays. All this before blog software came around. Then it became an art blog. It just never found what it wanted to be, never put down roots. But in the back of my mind, I always needed a potential blank page as an author and writer.

This was my last post on Shookfoil, reprinted not just for posterity but to say, welcome to textural: Read more