Cloudy Days: The Fall of Khart Haddas

... she asked me "how's the air up there?

The image you see is the view from my office in Pasadena. I just moved into a new office, and I'll admit that it looks pretty good. I even made my own whimsical version of Megadesk.

This is not what we're here to discuss.

The day has come, as was foretold with prophecy even in the light of delays and hold ups. Google's Blogger service is canceling their FTP support, and I'm out.

I've had a privately hosted website for many, many years (since 1999, if memory serves) and I love the privacy and freedom it allows. Set up a password-protected directory for information about a party, and then tons of embarrassing photos from said party? Done. Upload musical tracks for people to use as the theme for their fresh new web show? Easy peasy. Keep decades of writing and showcase my experience in multiple industries with an information architecture that borders on the pristine? I'm all over it.

Blogger wants me to come have my site hosted by Google. Now, you know I believe Google is reaching too far with their cloud concepted shenanigans. I don't want that much of my information in Mountain View, held secure by people who can't even get their own phone right. I have worked with my hosting company for years, they're as reliable as death and police oppression, and I'm not inclined to go with an entity that's clearly on the wrong path.

So my wonderful wife and her delicious design company are reformatting a Wordpress theme and I may be able to freak that ... or I may go back to manually FTPing HTML files and making my own RSS. I can't say today.

What I can say is that The Hundred and Four as you know it will be undergoing its latest transition. First it was an "online symposium and writing journal" for what I thought would be the next generation of brilliant voices, taught to be professionals by the likes of me. That failed miserably. Then I revamped it as my own window into the world, taking my own personal, more introspective blogging to my Soapbox, where I've had plenty to say about plenty since 2000 (yeah, I've been blogging that long, at least).

Now? Well, the main page (which will get a redesign as of, oh, let's say Bastille Day, its original launch date) will become a kind of aggregate -- my linkroll, (it's not ironic that I use Google for that, I don't mind them knowing what I look at, I just don't want them having what I create), an RSS feed for my CBR column and my Twitter feed when I get back to it, links to people I believe need to be linked to ... it's ultimately gonna be my experimental area, where I'll create and destroy worlds that most of you will never see (freeing up precious disk space on my main website).

But in a way, we'll be saying goodbye to this, at least together. I'm not deleting any files here, so it'll all (sooner or later) be searchable again. But for now, for today ...

Shade and sweet water, traveler. See you on the other side, or maybe one day you'll come visit me where I live, in the day after tomorrow.

Playing (Music): "My Hood" by GemStones

Revolver (blogging poetry comics music family work)

Six shots to your dome piece, home piece!

- BANG! I'm about half way done with a very lengthy review of my new phone, the powerful and praiseworthy Nokia N900. Also, look for thirty straight days of poetry (if I don't kill myself in the process) on my Soapbox. Shut up, just think of this as the previews for the movie ... or the warning shot ... your mileage may vary ...

- BANG! Speaking of poetry, I'm nervous and excited about the deluge to come. I have percolated the Bizarro poem idea in my brain for almost a year (and I may even have a Black Manta one ... why all DC? I need to dream up some Marvel ones, probably ... a seed of a T'chaka one is in my brain) and, honestly, I've been so fiction focused that it'll almost feel like a vacation from the politics and intrigues of my latest novel (which is *this* close to being 3/4 done -- writing it in quarters).

- BANG! Back to blogging, for the 2.5 people wondering where the second half of "The Reign of The Mediocre" is, I'm just waiting for Blackest Night to finish up ... oh, wait, that happens today! Excellent!

- BANG! Last weekend, I think I stopped so many people and asked them, "Have you heard Malcolm and Martin yet?" that my wife wondered if I'd been paid to do so. I am loving the mixtape (big .zip file) so much. The next time somebody complains to me about the state of hip hop, I'm sending them that link and telling them (as my wife loves to do) that they can "sat down and shaddup!" I may even get inspired to try to email them and interview them. Maybe.

- BANG! I enjoyed my time with all of my girls this weekend. We got to chill a lot and laugh, I taught Mooch some t'ai chi (and it's fun to see her try to work it into her every day life) and Myshell's jokes have been on fire lately. Since I never feel like I'm choosing sides, and since my techno-lust finally feels sated with a device that helps me do everything, it was super relaxing to just chill. On Sunday, we hung out with one of Myshell's friends B and B's husband, having a spirited discussion about politics and hip hop. Good times all around. Hm, this is personal, should it be on the other blog? Too late now ...

- BANG! I am supporting between three and three and a half websites at work now, branching into areas I barely understand. It worries me sometimes, given the balancing act, but it sure beats the alternative.

*Hannibal holsters his vocabulary and saunters off*

Playing (Music): "First Girl On The Moon" by the Bangz

Scattershot (life music cars phones culture)

Many of you are too new to the web to remember, but I INVENTED THIS SH##! The return of the bullet point blog, fool!

- As you may have noted, I was home alone part of the weekend, and within 36 hours, I basically degenerated into savagery (albeit observant savagery). I ate microwaved frozen food, I sat for hours on end in a leather recliner with a laptop, entertaining me and accepting the movement of my fingers. Bananas. The family's back and I'll enjoy a return to food that's cooked and sleeping before 2AM. Well, mostly (a new baby will keep you up with those night time feedings, y'all) ...

- If you haven't copped it yet, Janelle Monae is on freaking fire right now. Her singles "Cold War" and (even more impressively) "Tightrope" with Big Boi from Outkast ... unmitigated heat. Crazy, crazy, fire and eruptions of flames, yo. Wow. I pointed out links when they hit over on my linkroll but I haven't checked to see if they're still available. If you can catch her stuff, do, she's amazing.

- While we're on the subject of music, is anybody in the game doing it like Trey Songz right now? Between his monster smash "Say Ahh" (which I could imagine being so hot at the club ... you know, back when I used to rock clubs) and his relentless reign of remixes and releases online (he's all over the blogs like Wordpress ... more on that in a few moments) just won't let up. I like his voice -- he has a nice range that comprises both masculine lower frequencies while working through some bright tenor notes -- and despite his saddening propensity for using a certain racial slur, he's quite talented musically. Well, okay, when he said, "Imma beat ya body like a congo," he should have gone for "bongo" to make the rhyme work, since Congo is a country and conga doesn't rhyme. A minor quibble -- his Jasmine Sullivan response was hot (not as hot as The-Dream's remix, another great modern hitmaker, but I digress), I was rockin' his "Absolute Heat" freestyle while I did late night dishes this last weekend ... great stuff.

- Also crazy is Cypress Hill's "Armada Latina" with Mr. J-Lo Marc Anthony and the patron saint of clubbing, Pitbull. Catchy as hell chorus, rockin' beat, solid lyrics (what I can understand of 'em anyway, sorry, I took French in school) ... I can imagine going to my old favorite Thursday night gig at Sully's, saving this to be the last song ... and watching mutha####as go crazy. Perfect for any party-motivated crowd with at least 25% Latinos in attendance.

- Moving from music to motoring, my wife's tooling around in a brand new car I got for her. She used to push this reliable 1999 Honda Civic coupe, but that two door action wasn't the business for two kids. So we put our plan together and worked it out like Beyonce, Jurassic 5 or Jack LaLanne (and yes, I showed my age on that one, whatever -- I'm thirty-seven years old, dawg, come on). I won't show you her exact model because she has enough stalkers in the world, but here's an idea of what her new whip looks like ...

"... ain't a thang, got the whip game mastered ..."

... and she's very happy with it. A happy wife makes a happy something or other, so I'm happy too.

Although, from my own perspective, I like an actual trunk. I'll stick with American sedans ... especially after I'm hearing something about foreign cars not being as reliable as people say ...

- Yes, that was a cheap shot. I'm not proud of it.

- ... okay, yes, I am.

- One foreign thing I am happy to buy will be a cell phone. On Friday night, I plan to order myself a Nokia N900 (unless you'd like to get it for me, hmmmm?) and plunge myself into comprehending a Linux phone. I've talked about it before and finally the gods of finance and timing are aligning to give me digital nirvana. Yes, I'm buying it full price, unlocked, just like I did with my dearly departed Treo 680. I'll be reporting more on how that works out as it goes -- yes, I have a feeling vlogging is coming from The Operative Network. No promises!

- In "stuff I found and just love" news, if you're not in some way forced to silently nod at The Impossible Cool then I don't know what the heck is wrong with you. Dude, check Sidney Poitier. Peep the pimpin' from your man man from Scotland, Sean Connery. How many times will you see a photo of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. playing pool with some old cats like he was a hustler? You've gotta feel the J.D. Saligner quote at least! Yes, the "older" buttons being on the left is counterintuitive and the site smacks of the Church of the 20th Century's fixation on booze and smoking ... STILL!

I have a gang more to do, but I'm trying to moderate the length of these things because I'm told my largely US-based audience can't stay focused on one thing for more than hey there's a penny, cool ... wait, what were we talking about?

Playing (Music): "Eenie Meenie" by Sean Kingston ... what, don't judge me! I don't need your pity!

A Stay of Execution

Hh.

Mmph. Ain't that about a beezy?

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Looks like somebody blinked, a little anyway. I'm in a little bit less of a hurry, but I still plan to ditch this sinking freaking ship shortly. Real spit.

Watching (Hulu): Burn Notice, "Good Intentions"

Exodus: Movement Of The Bloggers

I have to get out of here.

Soon, Blogger will stop supporting FTP publishing, which means that my little experiment with "trusting" servers I don't own will soon end in tears and I won't be able to go to the web to post these crazy little missives. If you see the little orange and white "B" next to the URL of this site, you'll note that this is a Blogger-driven website. Change is coming to me whether I like it or not.

I am less than pleased about that, especially given that I don't have much time to do anything about it. I mentioned this briefly already.

A host (pardon the pun) of alternatives present themselves, each zanier than the last. A good, good friend installed a Wordpress server on my personal domain, where I'm doing some experimentation. Here's the options I'm debating:

• Go back to plain jane HTML blogging, manually FTPing files to my domain(s), creating my own RSS feeds (pain in the butt) and writing the blogs "on the road," transferring them from plain text to the blog when I can sit down at a computer ... retiring The Hundred and Four in the process and moving all blogging operations back to the mothership on The Operative Network.
  
• Let Google shake me down on The Hundred and Four for a custom domain and suck it up (less than attractive)
• Finagle the Wordpress install my homeboy did on my domain and somehow make it look like a page that doesn't make me wanna throw up in my soul.
• Taking my year-long sabbatical from social networking a step farther into getting offline completely. However, given how therapeutic and helpful for my writing it's been to shout from the digital rafters, that seems "un-possible."

I have to make a decision by March 26th, a date that's bearing down on my wife much harder than me (more on that in a bit ... scratch that, probably just links when she's ready to make her big reveal).

What's funniest is that this happens less than a year after I finally completely relented to "blogging engines." I'd done (literally) more than a thousand posts at MySpace and still considered myself keeping the torch burning since I was maintaining my Soapbox by hand, the way spirit intended you to. I created a client site which had Blogger integrated and was like, "oh, that's not so hard" and now I'm screwed. Stupid trusting Google to not change up the game!

Playing (Music): "The Great Divide" by Vertical Horizon