About the site

I’m not very good at keeping a physical journal (though I have several that I write and paste bits in sporadically; I love pasting bits), so I use this to ramble.

Why should I register?

Because when you do I’ll set it up so you can see all the locked posts, where I bitch about work and reveal too much about myself. I can’t promise how fast I’ll get your permissions set — I do them every time I log in, so it could be within two minutes or it could take two weeks. So register early! (But not often — once’s just perfect.)

Where’d it all start?

Way back when (i.e. the late 90′s) I had this geocities website called Citizens for Boysenberry Jam; it was a high school joke based on a Simon & Garfunkel song. I really wish I had a screen cap because it was fabulously ugly (the navigation buttons were made by yours truly in Paint and involved these little pots of jam from which jammy purple hands extended to point the way), but I cut my proverbial html teeth on it, and was super-proud that I’d used tables to make it bordered with variable width and height. This was a big deal in the late 90′s. For me, at least.

Why Palace of Winds?

The domain name comes from my favorite book and movie, The English Patient. In the book, Michael Ondaatje writes:

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography, to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

I carried Katharine Clifton into the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.

So the phrase means a lot for me — the interconnectedness of experience, of self and world; the process of being/becoming; stark wild beauty; a home you’ve never been to. Mostly it has nothing whatsoever to do with the daily content of this site; I chose it because I think it’s pretty.

Geek me s’more!

Designwise, it’s been through several (which I will upload here as soon as I remember to find the screencaps). For a long time I coded and wrote everything in notepad. I think it’s important to understand how and why the coding works, so I learned html from the ground up by looking at other people’s sourcecode, and later the sexiness of CSS by reading the W3 specifications. For a while I used Diary-x for its password protection (a good service that sadly suffered a massive drive failure that took out a good year of my entries; I find myself surprisingly zen about the whole thing, though, considering what a packrat I am normally), and then movable type. And now I am using WordPress, which is scarily flexible and full of the mysterious world of php.