I’m finding myself a bit confused with Erin out of town this weekend, Not really sure what to write about, but I know that I want to write; that I miss this whole writing thing, whatever it is, now.
I had a post that I started in May, right after Jekyll Conf. It was about my job, and how we have labs on Fridays, and we can use them to do “something technology related.” It’s a really cool thing, and one Friday I fixed these here archives.
Look! If you need to see my top ten records in 2007, now you can! 1
The archives are a mess because the photos are effed and a bunch of the links are probably wrong. But it feels good to have all of the posts in one place.
As I spend more of my days coding2 now, I find myself understanding more things3. And that leads me to a few paths that probably sound familiar to some people:
- I end up going, “oh man! I could probably do that thing programmatically instead of by hand!”
- I also then want to do that, which sometimes I can do.
- Either way, though, it makes me feel like I need perfection or need to do nothing.
That last one is a pretty bad place to live. It means that I know I want to make my own template for this blog, not keep using someone else’s. It means that I feel like I need all the accessibility and all the cool CSS things and all the everything before I should launch a thing4.
I’ve been told in the past that I have the bad parts of perfectionism, that maybe that’s what keeps me from Doing a Thing (or at least what propels my procrastination). If you don’t do a thing, then it’s not gonna be imperfect! Repeat forever.
And yet! And yet and yet.
I knew my archive was on a hastily wired up wordpress site because at some point I fell out of love with Wordpress and decided to blow it up and archive instead of figuring it all out. Fast forward a few years and plenty of folks have gotten into the whole static site thing. Finding a way to make Wordpress posts into Jekyll posts isn’t so hard anymore.
But the tool, the script I used, wasn’t perfect.
And it’s not that I can’t be bothered.
It’s that I won’t.
At least for now.