November, 2006: 26 posts.
The festival of All Saints, also sometimes known as All Hallows or Hallowmas (“hallows” meaning “saints,” and “mas” meaning “Mass“), is a feast celebrated in their honor. Halloween is the day proceeding it, and is so named because it is” The Eve of All Hallows”. All Saints is also a Christian formula invoking all the faithful saints and martyrs, known or unknown. The Western Christian holiday (called Festum omnium sanctorum in Latin) falls on November 1, followed by All Souls’ Day on November 2, and is a Holy Day of Obligation in the Latin Rite Roman Catholic Church, with a vigil and an octave. Among the Eastern Orthodox and Eastern Rite Catholics, All Saints follows the earlier tradition kept by the whole Church of keeping the feast on the first Sunday after Pentecost and as such marks the close of the Easter season.
‘ This redefines the “left” function
‘ Yes, it’s hard to defend this kind of
‘ overriding of native VBScript functions
Left = Right(mystring,mynumber)
Dim sc, cmd
‘ This code is the way to get to the “real” old version
set sc = CreateObject(“MSScriptControl.ScriptControl”)
‘ set the language
sc.Language = “VBScript”
‘ what command do you want to call?
cmd = “Left(“”hello””,1)”
Response.Write Left(“hello”, 1)
‘ here we call the one that produces the right result
Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his eyes
trip on the sea captures a volcanic island being formed
The times, they are a- … well, you know the rest.
I don’t really feel very cool today, but I caught a few minutes of the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Special last night, and, well, here he is. Or is that me?
My grandmother made clothes for my Snoopy. As a matter of fact, I think I still have the clothes she made for my Snoopy. He had a cape, and a Sailor’s hat. It’s in the garage where there are some artifacts from my boxed-up childhood.
I’m 36 years old. I still have affection for Snoopy. I find Charles Schulz to be a tragic figure though. Based on the interviews I read, he never fulfilled the ambitions of his life. Maybe I am misreading him — maybe he was self-critical, but despite having created the most popular comic strip of his age and becoming fabulously wealthy, he didn’t consider himself a “real artist” because his medium was not oil paint and canvas, it was bristol board and ink — and because his work was in the newspaper, not in a “real gallery.”
It makes me stop to consider my life. Will I consider it to have been worthwhile? I’ve been making changes toward what it is that I want, and it’s been a great transition. But a hard transition. Very damn hard. It’s hard to look yourself in the heart and figure out what’s there. But it’s infinitely rewarding too. It’s been a necessary process.
Yo kids, onward, as to war.