Though I worked from 14:41 to 20:06 on it yesterday, I didn’t quite finish the new website I’m writing. Somehow, the use of European time (or military time, I think people also call it) makes it seem worse. I’m hoping that I inadvertently left the Toggl running while I did other things. I know that I sent out quite a few emails saying that I would take care of whatever it was ASAP but that I had a deadline, and I ate pizza and Cheez Its at my desk instead of having a proper dinner, so it may be that I really did spend that much time on it, and I’m about to get back to it now.
The client said on his Facebook page that he was going to launch it yesterday, so I feel bad about not getting it completed. However, I also felt bad about not getting the grading completed. And there was that whole hours-long adventure with the photos for another site — and I didn’t even Toggl for that.
Yesterday morning in class we were working on research skills. Since it was Darwins’ birthday, we used the topic of evolution as our example. We saw how to use the online library, and how to distinguish a respectable website from a loony one (I have to mention — all the websites saying things like “Hitler killed people because he was an evolutionist so don’t let your kids study that” are badly designed). We also encountered a rare beast: a personal website.
Our textbook explains how to cite a personal website, but usually I just have to say that’s something people used to have, back before Facebook and Xanga.
This site, though, belongs to an 80-some year old English gentleman. He used to be a banker, but now he lives in his stately manor house (open by appointment) and writes essays on things like “A Christian View of Evolution” and other religious and philosophical questions, for his website. He also seems to have written a cookbook. He enjoys entertaining, he says.
I suggested that we could all go visit him, taking our sleeping bags, and the students said that would be like The Magic Schoolbus. He’s in Saxmundham, and he really does seem to have lots of room.
There’s something very charming about that, I think.
Well, back to the salt mines.