Friday, September 22, 2017

New Look!

I'm not dead, yet!

However I ain't getting any younger …

Times change, and with them their demands. [LINK]

This new design is to allow the consolidation of three websites into one – importing much or all of the content from Starve the Matrix and Gaian Corps into this website, as well as adding a few more anecdotal and far-fetched stories to the personal information posted on this website. (About on the menu above).

An obituary?  Not exactly … maybe closer to the message in that unforgettable final scene in Sometimes a Great Notion!

Spoiler details  
Henry's severed arm is attached to the boat,
giving the middle finger to all who watch.

The economic stability of Wakonda, Oregon, is threatened when the local logging union calls a strike against a large lumber conglomerate. When independent logger Hank Stamper and his father Henry are urged to support the strikers, they refuse, and the townspeople consider them traitors. All of the Stampers live in one compound, including Henry's good-natured nephew Joe Ben.

     After aiding their adversaries when their lives are in peril, the Stampers have two calamities at once, a falling tree that severs Henry's arm, and a trunk that crushes Joe Ben in shallow water.

     Lee takes his father to the hospital, while Joe Ben laughs at his predicament until the tree trunk rolls atop him, pinning him down. Hank's desperate attempt to save Joe Ben fails. At the hospital, Henry dies after finally expressing his approval of Lee, while Hank returns home to find Viv has left him.

     Lining up by the riverbank, the Stampers' rivals look forward to seeing them fail to deliver their logs, but Hank and Lee team up to successfully transport them. Henry's severed arm is attached to the boat, giving the middle finger to all who watch.

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Personal Legacy

Thinking about what would happen to the few books published at Gaian Corps led me to upgrade this website in order to import their tabbed-pages style.

The books published seem popular (with over 100k reads), and when the costs to host the website is divided by the number of viewers, it comes out to be a very inexpensive method of content delivery.

Much of the other content at Gaian Corps/StM also seems worthy of preserving.
     But how to go about keeping the website online and functioning, long into the future?

Issues to be explored…

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