After a weekend of celebrating that I’d successfully moved my web hosting to a new (Canadian) platform, I’m back to the drawing board. Alas, there was nothing in particular wrong with the new host, but the package I chose (and that suited my budget) was woefully under-powered for the needs of this website. Who woulda thunk? I started getting some random errors on my page loads, started tracking what kind of capacity the server was drawing, and came to the conclusion that aside from turning off all but the most basic features, I was gonna be stuck crashing the new server on a regular basis. Thankfully I hadn’t completely killed the old server so, while I’m still moving it’s back to the US of A for another week until I can implement a plan B. Sigh!
Further to my post from yesterday, I’ve spent a very large part of the last 48 hours transferring files, updating DNS records, adjusting account connection points, and otherwise making sure the bulk of my active web properties have got settled into their new home.
I make it sound a little dramatic, but I’ve been hosting websites with my
current previous host for almost thirteen years. I’ve been using that web company for longer than I’ve lived in my house, and we’ve been in this house a long time. Longer than I’ve been a dad, and my kid turned ten this year. Longer than I owned a dog: Sparkle was born, lived, and passed on while I was using that web host. I was in my twenties the last time I switched hosts, and I’m a forty-something guy now.
So, yeah.. a little dramatic about it.
If my new host is reading this, by the way, I know I just dumped about 3 GB of files onto your server, but … well, that’s sixteen years worth of my website. It’s not gonna happen regularly.
Switching, well, it was a bit of a weighty decision, and I know I’ve probably taken a small step back in technology for price, value for performance, all in the names of standing up for some kind of tiny principle. That’s important, tho. It’s worth something, if only to me.
In other words, I don’t have much energy to write much more than this today (despite my promise to post daily on this blog in December) other than to write that if you’re reading this, you are in fact getting your bits and bytes from Canada now… for whatever that’s worth.
I’ve been avoiding putting advertising on this site for many years. Something about it has always seemed a little… I don’t know… dirty. As if I’m writing to generate a profit rather than writing for the sake of writing. But the nudge has finally come. I pay for all this out of my own pocket, but once again, my hosting fees have gone up by a tiny little amount, my domain registration fees have pushed up a tiny bit, and the more I write the more hits I get and … blah, blah, blah… money, costs, whatever and all those things you don’t care about. I don’t expect to actually turn a profit or anything, but I’ve opted to put adverts on my static pages (because a couple of those are generating hundreds of hits per week) and hopefully the trickle of pennies that doing so generates will keep this blog online for a few more years. Hopefully you’re not nearly as offended as I am.
A couple people asked why I don’t upload more photos to Facebook, rather than making people click over to my gallery site. Here are my reasons, and I don’t think I need to justify any further than that:
1. Users. Facebook needs a password. My gallery is open. As much as I’d find it amusing to manipulate my mother-in-law into getting a Facebook account, it’s just not worth it in the end.
2. Money. I’m paying good money to rent a hosted server. I’m gonna darn well use it.
When you post User Content to the Site, you authorize and direct us to make such copies thereof as we deem necessary in order to facilitate the posting and storage of the User Content on the Site. By posting User Content to any part of the Site, you automatically grant, and you represent and warrant that you have the right to grant, to the Company an irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to use, copy, publicly perform, publicly display, reformat, translate, excerpt (in whole or in part) and distribute such User Content for any purpose on or in connection with the Site or the promotion thereof, to prepare derivative works of, or incorporate into other works, such User Content, and to grant and authorize sublicenses of the foregoing. You may remove your User Content from the Site at any time. If you choose to remove your User Content, the license granted above will automatically expire, however you acknowledge that the Company may retain archived copies of your User Content.
4. Quantity. I have a lot of pictures. I take a lot of pictures.
Four reasons. Is that enough? I’ll keep control of my content as is, thank you very much. Enough said.
For the second time this week I received an email from my hosting provider that I’d been hacked. The latest, this morning, involved someone using the NetRisk game script to somehow upload a few files to run their own, personal phishing site from my back-end. It was quickly quashed. Yet another tribute to the vigilance of 1&1.
If you are looking to play risk, you now need a password.
Somehow I let the five year anniversary of lost.in.vancouver (yes, that’s a link to the ‘sorta’ very first entry) slip by without any recognition or celebration. That’s probably for the best. I have far too many dates and numbers to remember these days, anyhow. It’s an arbitrary date at best, March 6, 2002.
For three months from April 2001 to June 2001 I hand edited a lame excuse for a website on some free ISP-provided hosting.
Then from March 2002 (the official start) until April 2004, there was the (in)famous (true) blog, lost.in.vancouver.
And following, from May 2004 until the present I have blogged as bradgarten (notably the longest — and probably dullest — stretch to date).
I combined all three about this time last year (maybe earlier, I don’t remember) into this behemoth of a rant.
And now you know. As for the equation above…
Three months plus five years plus two days equals this entry, post one-thousand one hundred and eleven. (Or 15 in binary.) It’s early and I’m rambling. Go away.
We’ve been negligent with the gallery updates lately.
What we really need to do is go for a long, interesting walk, the new digital camera (she — apparently — wants to be called Hubblette) and I. This weekend is hosting yet another wedding and we will once again be called up for some candid captured moments. True, I’ve been complimented more than enough on her latest pics — though, honestly, I think they are mostly just so-so. As I warned, she’s a new camera and we’re just learning to work together. Her complex DSLR is a big leap from the point-and-click fashion of Mr. Camera, a’l’A70 Canon. All those buttons and dials. What was I thinking?
aside: While averting my brain energy for a brief break from my morning of info-digging, just now, I stumbled upon a link to Canon’s DSLR tutorial page. Useful, of course, for anyone who needs some brush-ups for any sort of upcoming photo-project.
Thirty minutes of macro-vision in the park: all we ask, really. Hubblette is still shy and wants some practice. I, on the other hand, just like to anthropomorphize my toys in moments of mild stress and lack of sleep.
It’s raining. It’s lunch.
Correction. It’s a downpour. And I don’t want to go outside this lunch hour.
There are more to follow — when I get home and have access to my computer where the majority of these photos are stored — but for now there is an updated set of photos in the gallery from this past weekend.
and since no one else could be bothered…
I took the liberty of registering salomons.ca the other day. It only cost me a couple of fifteen dollars, and I tied it into this website, so I have some major hosting going on. I figure I’ll make use of it as a left-brain/right-brain kind of thing. nanosmurf.net is definitely a more creative adjunct of my web presence, but it doesn’t sum up the more professional and logical side offered by salomons.ca.
Of course, I’m not greedy. If anyone who’s last name is like-my-last-name wants an email addy out of this, I can offer free pop- and web-mail accounts that look something like my new address: brad at salomons dot ca — just contact me for details. I may even be able to swing you a web folder for a resume or something of the like. We’ll talk.