I’m not an 3lit3, d00d.

Seems I’ve traded one mental block for another. The more I put into my music, the less capacity I seem to have for dealing with technology. (Either that, or Mercury’s retrograde has gone warp speed or something). I’ve spent all day trying to get my technology to work: setting up webservers, transfering domains, installing software, setting up PacBell DSL.

I used to be pretty tech savvy, but lately, my eyes have been glazing over when I look at getting web tools set up, for instance. I used to write them by hand, and now clicking a button that launches an installation script overwhelms me. (“Does it have the right features?”, “What does THAT mean?” “Which of these 14 webmail clients should I install?”, etc..) I can’t even manage to compare featuresets anymore. It’s like my brain has severe RSI. I’ve been reduced to a shrivel who can barely use a mouse. Sad.

I’ll take songwriting to hacking code, anyday, though.

‘Cause, really. I’m a hack. Not a hack*3r*, but hack. I’m clueless and I admit it. I’ve always had an inner geek, but when it comes to slingin’ code, I ‘ve seen some AMAZING programmers, and I ain’t. nor ever was, one of them. And to my credit, I never claimed to be. I just managed a few and collaborated with others. Only knew one legit hacker, tho. Whitehat in Manhattan. Very cool dude, that one, and he SERIOUSLY saved my ass at a VERY critical moment in my career. I tip my 128 to my h0m3y. Hope he hasn’t gotten stabbed playing with swords in the park, as he was often wont to do. Geeks, man. (Another friend who had the skillz but built shit instead of breaking in said once he was a retro coder, cause he loved to program modern webtools in this really old language used for mainframe user interfaces. Geeks With Style.)

My skillz never came close to all that. It’s just that I got away with making some cool shit work back in the day. (like web-controlled remote video cameras, and simoultaneous multiple webcasts and a very smart and personable home, whose voice was named “Sandy” not “Hal5000”). My hiring manager at Apple said years later that one of the cool things about working at Apple was getting to spend so much money on making cool shit. He runs a tight ship now as an entrepreneur, though, and has seriously weathered the jetwash from the bursting of the bubble.

It wasn’t necessarily pretty nor was it very sophisticated, but I thought it was cool being able to email my home from a pager and turn on my bedwarmer when I was comin home. All about the Applescript and the X-10, d00d.

Anyway, my Point: I haven’t (taken the time or bothered to have) figured out how to setup archiving on Blogger. So if you’re a blogger lookin at this thinkin “What a dweeb, man, his posts just go on and on…” Well… get off my back and listen to one of my songs.