Friday, February 10, 2006

Experiments with RSS

For those who haven't investigated it, RSS stands for "Real Simple Syndication." At least, that's one of the bacronyms (see if you don't know what this means) used. A bloggiste can syndicate the pearls of wisdom that drop from their keyboards, and those who love their style, thoughts, or lack of same, can receive them on a daily basis.

Having read some of what passes for insight on the 'net, I would compare that to subjecting myself to the Chinese water torture at digital speed. That is, dripdripdripdripdripdripdrips to the umpteenth power. "Edginess", I realize, is a marketer's buzzword, but a lot of the blogs are only edge with not enough substance to form a blade.

Having said as much, a person can also subscribe to news feeds. I thought it might be interesting to put golf news in this blog, with links. After all, I work on the Golf Today Magazine website every month, and have a link here from there. Why not, therefore, add a little golf coverage here?

I put a listing on with a few headlines, but it didn't have the links. Perhaps it's the way I did it. I'll try again later, with more. Golf, and RVing, together. After all, that's what I want to do once I reach a grand old age. Or even not so old.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Super Bowl Party is over
And we're all suffering from overindulgence (if we're lucky).
In my case, I wandered over to a neighbor's a few blocks away. I walked, since it was so close, in temps around 18 degrees. (I walked to church yesterday morning as well, since my car doors were frozen shut after a carwash. OK, only the driver's side, but since that controlled all the automatic locks, it seemed as if they were all frozen. After church and the brisk walk, my lady friend reminded me I have manual locks--i.e., keyed--on both front doors, so I could have climbed in the passenger's side rather than through the back window on the CRV. Another Homer moment.)
At the SBP, we ate ham and turkey, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberries, and much more. I brought a salmon/cream cheese pate doused with Liquid Smoke, surrounded by Triscuits. Sort of lox and cream cheese in a tube. Very tasty: one can salmon, one brick cream cheese or neuchatel, two tbsp Liquid Smoke. Great on bagels, too.
And we drank beer and punch.
I liked some of the commercials, particularly the Dove one, the foal trying to pull the Budwagon, the modern cargo cult where the fella hiding his beer spins his frig into the next apartment only to have it rifled by the natives; and the FedEx caveman. Oh, and the Burger King Busby Berkeley spectactular, with the dancers dressed as elements of a Whopper--onions, lettuce, burger patty, etc.--stacked on a bun.
The game was ok, the commercials weren't great, and a good time was had by all. I did like the Rolling Stones. Mick Jagger may have crepey underarms, but he can still shake a leg.
I rooted for Pittsburgh, as my vote against Microsoft. The lousy service I received after I installed Windows XP Home still has me upset...and I'm not sure yet they fixed the problem.