Very often, I will come to the Starbucks in Renon to blog. It’s on the street level of a brand new mall, has a wide, airy outdoor seating area which seems to be located in a sort of ‘wind channel’ flowing from the beach to Denpasar such that one can stay cool and fresh while he works, and the staff members are super-friendly, providing the opportunity, often enough, to chat rather than write.
Perfect, so far.
The only problem is that WordPress itself often gets in the way. There seems to be a particularly malignant feature, hidden somewhere in the dark, inscrutable caverns of the program, that logs you out every time you log in and try to view your site. There is a fix for this, though apparently only temporary, but the trouble is, fixes don’t stay in my mind from session to session, and thus I am obliged to search again for the fix on each occasion.
If this is not the monkey wrench currently jammed in the gears, it will likely enough be something else. Each little difficulty – a simple matter for the computer savvy user – is a major stumbling block for me. I’m not saying that there is anything particularly wrong with WordPress. I’m saying that there’s something wrong with us as a couple. My wife would know what I mean.
So it happened today, as with other days, that I spent a considerable amount of time wrestling with the program so that I might actually get to the point where I could write something, and by the time I could actually write something, my latte was almost gone. And who can write without a latte?
One cannot help but miss the old days when a writer’s tools consisted of a piece of paper and a pencil. There’s not a lot of shuffling and arranging to do. The meaningful struggle is right at hand – namely, to put words on paper.
I expressed this sentiment to my friend, Chippon, a software engineer, who was at the house yesterday and had kindly agreed to take a look at the blog and see what might be done in the way of improvements. He simply stared at me, dumbfounded, at the mention of paper and pencil, at the suggestion that this could be, in any conceivable way, better than a powerful word processing/blogging program.
So I watched as he flew back and forth between screens, in and out of plug-ins, registered and verified and clarified, and I learned … well, almost nothing. Although I did gain a greater understanding of how perfectly clueless I am. One has to be good at something.
“You’ll get used to it,” Chippon encouraged. “It’s just a matter of knowing your way around, getting accustomed to how things work.
I’ll start on that. Right after I order another latte.