Archive for December 2005

Writely

This is my second attempt at creating a blog post from Writely. I wondered at first how an image uploaded to my free Writely account would be displayed in a post on my blog, DOH, of course it’s just an image link to the file on the writely server. It would have been a really neat trick if I could have had it FTP the file over to my image file also, but that would be a bit to ask for.

What I really like about this application is the idea that it allows you to collaborate on a document with someone else while online. This would be a great tool for my kids who sometimes have to work on a project with someone else. With this the project wouldn’t be at one house or the other and they can never say they forgot it at home.

Writely Created

This post was created using Writely. Writely is a Web2.0 compliant web application that allows you to create documents online and then save them or colloborate with others. Since I am just trying this out I’ll reference the site that pointed me to this very interesting online tool.

Check out this article that covers the latest online word processors.

I have saved this page and am now trying to post this to my blog, hopefully it will show up.

I Need an Adventure

What are these, these feelings that breach my walls and tenderly mock me at this age. Harbored feelings from a more youthful time that have long lain dorment. Which, some truth be known, I’d hoped were gone forever and yet at the same time I have missed them like some long lost lover. These feelings leave a hollowness in my heart that wishes to be filled by some nameless desire. It gnaws at me, pleading to be fed, yet by what I know not. Oh I strive to put form to it’s demands but in my mind none quite fit. I envision going to new places, seeing new sights or visiting old friends and yet I can see before going that none of these will fill the void.

Where is the grand adventure of my youth that should have occured by now and hence forth and forever more sated this insatiable beast?

I know that if I live to be an old man there will still be days that I will sit beside a crick and think of adventures missed and glories faded with age.