Mallory's Camera

Adrienne was happy to accept my offer of assistance to do social media for her campaign.

(Readers who obsessively track every pearl that falls from my keyboard may recall that Adrienne has decided to run as a Democrat for Ulster County Legislature for District 13: Hamlet of Wallkill. The nomination will come tomorrow, and she will make the official announcement next week.)

"You've got to have a website up & running when you make that announcement," I told her. "Even if it's only a placeholder. The announcement will garner press coverage & you’ll want to promote that URL—"

Can you do the placeholder? she asked and then began telling the group chat about the recent emigré from NYC she'd met a couple of days ago who was a big techie and could probably do the website—only she'd only played Ain't It Awful with him for 10 minutes and had not approached him about a website, so she didn't know.

Yes, I can do the placeholder and probably, I could do the website—though if she can get New Tech Friend to do the website, that is absolutely fine with me.

It's been years since I've designed or uploaded a website, & I've forgotten everything I ever knew about WordPress—which is the best platform for comparatively small websites.

But even a placeholder has to have basic elements—a couple of good photos (that need to be shot originally in high resolution that I can tweak in Photoshop), links for About, Calendar, Events, Donations, Facebook, etc.

In other words, even a placeholder involves work.

The Shawangunk Democrats actually have a website that nobody has updated in a year.

I am thinking that means they have extra server space that we can glom on to—because if Adrienne doesn't win in November, she will not want a one-year server contract.

But apparently, nobody knows anything about the Shawangunk Democrats' website! It is just sitting there, a small & petulant satellite spinning in cyberspace.

So, the placeholder work must also involve tracking down the former Shawangunk Dem sysop.

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Also, for Ichabod's birthday this year, I have decided to send him all the novels Annie wrote during the 1970s.

Annie & Ichabod were close before Annie got carted away to Dementia Guantanamo in fuckin' Bend, Oregon—about a million miles away from friends she loved well enough to ping those last collapsing filaments of memory.

So, I have been tracking the novels down on eBay.

A bittersweet endeavor, to be sure.

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Apart from that, I have a billion other things I gotta do but, highest on that list, is REMUNERATION 'cause I have been a lazy slouch, listening to those phantom melodies only we feckless grasshoppers can hear!

Thank GAWD, this horrible cold spell is forecast to break tomorrow.