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I'm a self-avowed WordPress Whisperer with a specialization in front-end design. I live in Maryland. I take lovely photos, go to the gym a lot, and opine strongly over design, aesthetics, and politics. I'm prolific on Twitter; I used to post to Flickr; I have a moblog and in my spare time I help out at the SemperFi WP Support forums. Read more about me.

Some CSS help, anybody?

I don’t even know if what I am about to ask can be done without absolute positioning. I don’t particularly care if the page won’t degrade gracefully in older browsers, but there has been a particular three-column layout that has been bugging me to no end, and it’s got everything to do with document order. I know I have seen a glimpse of either a tutorial or a page source where I saw this.

Basically, you have the header, followed by the content, and then two divs that occupy the left and right sidebars, and then the footer. Vesuvius 1.5 is not an option. The negative margins approach on ALA is not an option.

I know I’ve seen that document structure before, and that the CSS involved floating elements and not absolute or relative positioning. I just know it. And I didn’t have a good way of saving pages I’ve seen before until recently.

Anyone else know of the tutorial or guide that can do this? Anyone with CSS and source code to share?

Accidental offensiveness

To the oversensitive Americans in our midst,

I learned from a conversation with Michael Demmons of Gay Orbit that there are some among you who are deathly afraid of offending minorities through the routine use of words in the English language that have taken on a pejorative meaning when used in certain contexts.

Here are two examples off the top of my head:

  1. “Flipbook,” which seems to be an office implement used to make presentations to people.
  2. “Chink in armor,” which refers to weaknesses, either used literally (as in medieval combat) or figuratively.

Neither of these terms offend me, or the Chinese that I know. Nor do I find offense the words “blackboard,” which has now been PC-ed into “chalkboard,” and “whiteboard,” which is now referred to as “dry-erase board.”

I understand your concern that you don’t want to offend minorities. In a country like this, the most vile attack one can level at a white person is to accuse them of being racist. Why that is, I do not know. There are plenty other crimes against humanity that people of all colors can engage in. However, your “concern” should be limited to blatant and malicious acts of racial discrimination and insensitivity. Exempli gratia: You can use the term “flipbook” just fine, or the phrase “chink in armor,” but of course it doesn’t mean that you will gain respect should you call the Asians at City Wok “goddamned Chinks.”

I think that jumping around vocabulary because some words are possibly offensive in a different context is bad for English, bad for communication, and bad for “race relations” in this country. It is extremely condescending for you to avoid using terms that have been around for a very long time just because they might be offensive. I think I’ve repeated myself too much but let me close with a few more examples.

It is not okay to call a black person a “nigger,” although to be honest I have written before about the use of the word “Negro” and that it should lose its racist connotation the way “Asian” or “Caucasian” shouldn’t seem racist. It’s not okay to call an Asian a “Chink” or a “gook” or a “jap,” or any one of the pejorative terms for us on that side of the globe, however, don’t be afraid to say “flip over to the next page,” or other uses of the word as long as you don’t use it to refer to Filipinos.

Verily there is real verbal bile that comes with some words. We don’t need the condescending approach that some of you (accidentally) exhibit when you take extra care to avoid using words whose pejorative nature depends on context and usage.

Wishing to communicate with a few of you better,
One Fine Jay

P.S. MD, insist upon your officemates that it really is called a “flipbook,” and not an “easel board,” or whatever it was. Tell them a Filipino told you.

Weekend Pictures, #3

Thumbnail: Pink flowers at sunset. Thumbnail: Giant tortoise. Thumbnail: Helicopter seeds

See these same pictures on my Flickr account: Pink Flowers , Giant Tortoise , and the UMCP Chapel at Night .

Revenge of the Shit

Yup, I’m dissin’ on Star Wars tonight, and I have spoilers. Lots and lots of spoilers, fury be damned. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it possibly could be, but it comes close. Dean Esmay has a good point:

No, their biggest failure by far is that these new films present no new mysteries. There’s some political intrigue, but most of it seems obscure and uninteresting, not grand and compelling. Beyond that, almost none of the story in this second set of films creates any mysteries for us to wonder about or debate.

Problem Number One: we came expecting the “how” of the transformation, and what we saw was a series of unfortunate slip-ups. It’s like watching a slapstick comedian slip on a greased floor, wildy gesticulating until he falls flat on his rump. It was funny in the 30s; it’s downright sad today. Let’s look at the denoument to the opening sequence, when, having cornered Count Dooku and slashed off his hands, Palpatine urges Ani to kill him. So spoof I:

Pal.: Kill him.

Ani.: Huh? He’s harmless. He won’t be tickling little boys anymore.

Pal.: First he joins NAMBLA, next think you know he’d be taking the younglings to bed.

Ani.: You’re gross, Grand Chancellor.

[Dooku gives Palpatine a puppy-dog look.]

Pal.: He’s winking at you.

[Anakin decapitates Dooku.]

Ani.: Ooops. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s not the Jedi Way(TM).

Pal.: Oh well. Strrrrrrike ONE! Now, will you get these cuffs off me? I told Dooku to get me fuzzy cuffs, not these cold things.

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Brief candle

A makeshift memorial to Michael Anthony Scrocca on Princeton Ave., College Park, MD.

I wasn’t in College Park when the fire on Princeton Ave. broke out on the early morning of April 30, but the news came to us Sunday morning. I didn’t know the victim, but I have walked past that house numerous times. The picture above is of the makeshift memorial where strangers and friends alike left flowers. It’s been a week since I took this picture; I wonder how it will be tomorrow.

Hey looky here!

Chris Short is separating his political blogging from the rest of his slice of family life stories with his launch of Conservative Thinking. Now he’ll get a two-fer on my blogroll for doing this.

Farking it on my blog

MSNBC:

House passes bill to curb terrorism color codes

Homeland alert system widely criticized for being too vague

WASHINGTON – The Homeland Security Department would be forced to scale back its color-coded alert system for nationwide terrorism threats and tailor public warnings to specific, targeted locations under a House bill approved Wednesday.

Seems the shades are too stark? Warnings would now be in Scarlet, Taupe, Pale Goldenrod, Robin’s Egg Blue, and Chartreuse.

“Only a London broil cooks in absolutes”

After doing much reading I finally had a successful “London broil” today. Last night I marinated the slab of almost lean beef with a mixture of soy sauce, grated fresh ginger and garlic, and Worcestershire sauce, and a splash of water to take the edge off.

Taking it to the grill today, I cooked it on eight minutes each side at high heat. Could be that the propane is running a tad low, but the flames were quite uncooperative and I had to finish it by searing it on a flat-bottommed wok. As expected from my research, “rare” would be a kind term to describe the insides of the inch-thick steak. Sliced thinly, it wasn’t as disgusting as first perceived; however, the maternal unit wouldn’t have any of it, especially since the meat was rare enough to actually hold its juices.

I conceded to cutting a good portion off and further sandwiching it in the brutal grips of the George Forman grill, and gave it a good three minute swipe. The result was a medium rare piece that was pink in the middle, not like a slice of medium-done roast beef, but already the chewy grainy consistency was starting to show.

I’ve arrived at the conclusion that only a London broil—top round or flank steak—cooks in absolutes. I’m looking now at my mom’s leftover beef with a shade of disdain. I don’t think I have the guts to finish that portion off, and I’m glad with my almost-raw half of the equation.

Now all I need is a few hours to empty my stomach and get back to chow.

The six degrees of De Doc

De Doc is a bored-certified doctor with a specialty in emergency care and creative anachronism. Of course both specialties do not overlap. In an effort to alleve his boredom, he wants to find out how many degrees separate himand any one which we decide to name. Since I’m the first taker, and I think I’ll be mean and give him two: Andromeda sex kitten Brandy Ledford, and L.A. Times watcher, Patterico. Good luck, Doc!

UPDATE: De Doc took 32 minutes to trace Brandy Ledford to himself. Wow.

Responsible reporting

The recent news on Newsweek’s troubles are a sign yet again of the importance of responsible reporting by the media. The first time I considered this concept was over the embedded reported who videotaped a soldier killing an enemy combatant sprawled on the ground. That debate is over and done with, and yet the conflict resurfaces with every report like this.

Instapundit, Austin Bay, and Michelle Malkin are proving themselves worthy foci of this current debacle. The damage has been done; and cognitive dissonance is the primary response to Newsweek’s backtracking. We know all to well that “we take it back” is not a worthy action for the media, and retractions—from both mainstream reporters and bloggers (when applicable—are no longer enough to stave off the consequences.

The Islamic world’s bloodlust towards this irresponsible reporting claimed fifteen lives, none of which could be granted any nobility or higher purpose. More will die, and we who do not cheer for the collapse of this nation in the face of the challenges of Islamic terrorism will be slandered by people like Arthur Silber with hyterical accusations that we are demanding censorship.

Of course, those disingenuous claims—personally offensive as they are—do not negate the need for an accountable, responsible media. It is never the goal to silence these outlets, merely make them aware of the consequences of their actions.

Free speech is best fostered through responsible speech. The unwritten contract between journalists and their readers is that the stories journalists write are truthful, and in the true sense of the concept of truth, not the code word that we have gotten too used to these days.

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