Friday, April 30, 2010
Re-Link Manually = feh
Nikkipolani knew what she was talking about when she said, "So I hope there's a better way to migrate your internal links than to relink manually."
Geoff is still hoping to hear from Google... to hear that they will make my internal links archive and show up. Plan B is for him to write a program that will do it for us. I cannot even begin to comprehend how one begins to believe it is even possible to write a program that instructs the server of a blog to please correct all internal links from old posts and make them appear when one *clicks* on the link. Can you believe that this sort of thing is possible? Could you do it?
I cannot do it, which is why I have been doing a caveman version of making things all better. I have been manually adding two little codes to every single post where I ever made a connection between two posts... and you know what? It is impossible!!!! And it makes non-tech geeks, like myself, ashamed and frustrated, cranky, bitter, hungry, guilty, hungrier, mad, and eventually really sad, because I want to be capable and clever, and fit, and organized.
And I even want my hair to flip and shine, like it does right after the salon lady has messed with it.
But life is unfair.
That's right. I am here to dispel any illusions about my true nature. I am not a perky flip-do kind of gal.
Life is unfair.
I want pop-corn, a movie, and a steak dinner. And I want my internal links to work. And I want all of the boxes in this house to unpack themselves right this friggin minute.
I want raised beds that keep out gophers. I want a real chicken coop, chicks, and strong biceps. I want to scan all the photographs we have in boxes, then I want to make DVD slide shows that demonstrate the joy and depths of my love for each of my four children. I want to pay bills on time. I want to host four different parties in the next two months. I want to play with the old Fisher Price barn, and hear the cow moo when the door opens.
I am looking for a reference to a good acupuncturist in our area.
I am looking for peace of mind.
Or a piece of mind... I may have lost some along the way.
Is anything more embarrassing than listing fears and hopes, complaining out loud about what makes me sad-mad-sad? Philosophies and affirmations, faith and humor... I plod along, some days more successfully than others. I am glad for this moment, when I can see how frustrated I am, and how I am ok...
I do not like starting over, but I am glad I can.
I do not like unpacking, but hey, here we are, and I am glad I can.
I do not know if I will ever get those links straight, but knowing Geoff... they will get straight!
What am I doing inside?
The sky is blue.
Birds are doing what birds do.
I am going out there, to kick some dirt, and give thanks.