Well. I’ve converted my current theme (with a few minor adjustments) for habari and installed it. It seems to be working well at the moment, although the importer did not get the pages (most of which would not work anyway). Also the search function is broken. I’ll see what I can do about those in the next few days. I’m pretty happy with it so far. Still needs some tweaking, but I’m definiately getting there. Check it out.

EDIT: Now, it's up and running as the main site. Please let me know if you find any major problems.

Okay, so blog is kind of a stupid name for these things, but hey here's the new verison of mine. I'll work on moving stuff here from the old ones, but that may take a while. Feel free to let me know what you think.

We didn't play like we wanted it more than the Marlins. That's all I can say. It's a heartbreaker, but like any true Cubs fan, I can tell you... Next year is the year.

Holy Crap. That game last night was a heart-breaker. I feel bad for the poor bastard who got his hand in front of Alou's glove. You can't blame the guy. He saw the ball coming and tried to catch it. That's what you do in the stands. He just happened to be in the front row when the ball was actually playable. If he had been a row further back, if Alou hadn't gotten to the wall as fast, if the next picth had been a strike instead of a ball, if the rest of the Cubs hadn't fallen apart in the rest of the inning, any of these, and no one would care. It would have made a few recap shows, and been forgotten about by tomorrow. But now he's got his face plastered all over the internet and is going to be a scapegoat for the entire fiasco.
The ones who deserve blame are the guys who are out there getting paid (a shit load) for stopping the balls... and don't. The guy in the stands did not cost the Cubs even 1 run, let alone 8, by touching a ball that was already foul. No. The Cubs, in classic Cubs style, snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. They know there are millions of people who have been waiting their whole lives for a World Series at Wrigley, and they like to see us suffer. The bitches.
Oh well. Tonight, Woody will picth us a good old fashioned 25 strikeout no hitter and get himself a dozen or so RBI's just to be sure and it'll all be better. No... Seriously.

Anyway. My first anniversary has come and gone. It was nice. We visited some of the Frank Lloyd Wright stuff in Oak Park, and had a really nice dinner. This weekend we went and visited all of the parents and toured the Wineries around the St. Louis area (good stuff, and I didn't used to even like wine) and had an all around good time. That is all.

Johnny Cash February 26, 1932 - September 12, 2003
The Man in Black is gone. After a career that spanned nearly 50 years and countless genres and subjects, one of the greatest has moved on. He lived a hard life, some of it his own fault, some of it not. But through it all he spoke of doing the best you could, regretting your mistakes, but never wallowing in them, never failing to learn from them and never blaming someone else. He worked with Bob Dylan, U2 and even covered Nine Inch Nails. Even if you don't care for the style, the brilliance cannot be denied. He didn't preach, he just told a story, in every song. You were left to yourself to decide the moral. Listen to some Johnny Cash today and remember that we're all human and need, and can give love no matter how hard life gets.

Also, I put a link at the end of yesterday's posting. I've changed it. I like this one better.

Stop...

Think...

What were you doing exactly two years ago?
Were you staring at the television in horror? Were you crying? Were you trying to call someone you love? Were you wondering what next? Were you angry? scared? offended?
How do you feel now? Do you still look up when an airplane flies over? Do you look at people with "arabic" features differently? How often do you call that person you called 2 years ago? Are you still angry? scared? offended?
Did you stop at starbucks on your drive to work this morning? Do you have a faded plastic flag on your car? A yellowed flag from the newspaper in your window? Do you read the articles about the people who die every day from terrorism, gangs, drunk driving, neglect and realize that they are all the same kind of people? Why not?

I hate: People who buy a vehicle that gets 15 mpg, but get mad when taxes go up to pay for schools.
I love: People who volunteer at schools where they don't have children.
I wonder: How many people think about how hard it is to teach?
I hate: People who put up a flag on September 12, 2001 and left it there night and day, rain and shine, without looking at it, and treating it with respect.
I love: People who get up and put up a flag every day, or even every holiday, and did that even before 9-11.
I wonder: How many people think about what our flag stands for?
I hate: People who believe that war is the best way to solve a problem.
I love: People who believe that violence is always bad, but it's not always the worst option.
I wonder: How many people think about how many people they know who have been directly affected by war?
I hate: People who believe a "No War" or "Peace" sign in their front window will change something.
I love: People who put up their "No War" sign after writing to their congressmen.
I wonder: How many people know who their congressmen are?
I hate: People who believe that {Republican/Democrat/Black/White/Arabic/Vegetarian/Meat-Eater/Any other damn thing} = BAD!
I love: People who understand that it is people who are bad or good. But no-one is completely one or the other.
I wonder: How many people don't realize that no matter how hard they try not to, they will always pass judgements on others with not enough information. The trick is remembering to be willing to adjust that judgement.
I hate: Anyone who believes that anyone should "Keep their opinions to themselves" or "Just get out of the US" I love: People who defend people they disagree with.
I wonder: How many people realize that the opinion isn't what makes a person American or Un-American, but merely the right to voice an opinion.

There's a lot to hate in this world, but there's more (much more) to love, to cherish and to defend. Whether you believe the best way to defend it is in a uniform, or on a picket line, quietly or loudly; doesn't matter, just that you believe.
We still need to donate blood, call the people we love, comfort those who hurt, tell the people that defend us (whether from fire, crime, or war) that we respect them and are greatful to them, and live our lives with the simple goal of leaving the world better than we found it and not causing any harm we can avoid.

Remember

So, I'm another year older. I've realized that the 26th birthday doesn't signify anything in particular. 10 is double didgets, 13 is teenager, 16 is driving, 18 is voting, 21 is drinking, 25 is lower insurance and rental cars. Then you've got nothing till social security, that's another 30 years. Cripes. Oh well. It was a good weekend none the less. Life is routine. And that's good too.