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Wondering what your favourite website provocateur has been up to lately, and wondering why there ain’t been no postings lately?
Well, we’ve written about them before and we’ll write about them again, but VanRamblings has spent the past couple of weeks creating a website (our second) for the Cardinal Transportation Employees in Support of CUPE 561.
Don’t know what that means? Okay, head on over to www.cardinalbc.ca.
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VanRamblings has found itself just a tad busy of late, what with preparing for the 2nd anniversary of our blog (click here and scroll to the bottom of the page for our first post, and thank you Michael for repairing our archive facility), as well as completing our term project for a Dreamweaver Level 1 course, a part of UBC’s Multimedia and Web Development programme, not to mention working full-time in our airless office in downtown Vancouver.
As we thought we’d failed our first HTML Authoring course (actually, we got a ‘B’ — or so the letter from the department read when it arrived this past Friday), the pressure was on us to do better on the Dreamweaver term project. Now, you’d think what with posting to VanRamblings sporadically over the past two years, and possessing the sort of superior computing skills we believe are ours, that the Dreamweaver course would be a breeze.
Think again.
Participating in the Dreamweaver course and working on the term project proved to be the most arduous work in which we’d engaged in the past 20 years. VanRamblings hasn’t had more than 4 hours sleep any night in the past two weeks putting our project together, as our life became consumed with building a website from scratch and uploading it to the ’Net.
And believe us when we say that the project is a llloonngg way from being “finished,” although we’re going to submit the website we’ll present to you below later tonight anyway, and seek to “repair” it, build on it, and transform it as we acquire greater Dreamweaver skills, and gain skill in the use of Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator, as well as the other programmes in the Adobe Creative Suite, and Macromedia Flash (like this).
So, without further ado, please find VanRamblings’ term project for Dreamweaver Level 1, a tentative first step for VanRamblings, and a website for one of our favourite restaurants, http://lansrestaurant.com.
May 2006 bring you much joy, even more love, and many, many great days.
“Very trivial, perhaps, this anguish seems to weather-worn mortals who have to think of Christmas bills, dead loves and broken friendships, but it was not less bitter to Maggie — perhaps it was even more bitter — than what we are fond of calling antithetically the real troubles of mature life.
‘Ah, my child, you will have real troubles to fret about by and by’ is the consolation we have almost all of us had administered to us in our childhood, and have repeated to other children since we have been grown up. We have all of us sobbed so piteously standing with tiny bare legs above our little socks, when we lost sight of our mother or nurse in some strange place; but we can no longer recall the poignancy of that moment till we weep over it, as we do over the remembered sufferings of five or ten years ago.
Every one of those keen moments has left its trace and lives in us still, but such traces have blended themselves irrecoverably with the firmer texture of our youth and manhood; and so it comes that we can look on at the troubles of our children with a smiling disbelief in the reality of their pain.
Is there any one who can recover the experience of his childhood, not merely with a memory of what he did and what happened to him, of what he liked and disliked when he was in frock and trousers, but with an intimate penetration, a revived consciousness of what he felt then — when it was so long from one Midsummer to another? — what he felt when his schoolfellows shut him out of their game because he would pitch the ball wrong out of mere wilfulness; or on a rainy day in the holidays when he didn’t know how to amuse himself and fell from idleness into mischief, from mischief into defiance, and from defiance into sulkiness; or when his mother absolutely refused to let him have a tailed coat that ‘half,’ although every other boy of his age had gone into tails already?
Surely if we could recall that early bitterness, and the dim guesses, the strangely perspectiveless conception of life that gave the bitterness its intensity, we should not pooh-pooh the griefs of our children.”
— George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (1860), Book One, Chapter 7