A Neighbor Leaves: The Death of Mr. Rogers

Headline News has been a disheartening read lately, what with war looming on the horizon, parts falling off the Concorde, a vintage space probe losing contact with Earth, and the ISS crew being trimmed down to two. And now, to cap it off, we mourn the passing of a dear neighbor.

Ironically, I first learned about Mr. Rogers while playing Sierra’s Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards, way back in 5th Grade, during the part in the bar where you need to switch channels on the TV to distract the pimp, and the “Neighbor” song comes on, to which Larry reacts, “No no, anything but that!” I saw the actual Mr. Rogers show years later, and though I thought myself too old for it, I rather liked that it was so happy and innocent in a world where cynicism had permeated even into kids’ TV.

Though he may be parodied as babyish and syrupy by many, Mr. Rogers was one of those rare TV experiences that could be categorized as universally loveable. I will miss him, but I’m happy to see him going Home.

“For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”‘

More at Blogs4God, and of course, God’s definitive Word on being a true neighbor.

OS X 10.2.4 and httpd.conf

As detailed on Hivelogic, the software update to Mac OS X 10.2.4 overwrites /etc/conf/httpd.conf, so if you use the OS X Apache installation for local hosting and debugging, you need to restore your Apache configuration from the backup that the update is kind enough to make. For me, this involved pasting my old VirtualHosts into the new conf file, uncommenting the lines which enable PHP, and adding the line AddType application/x-httpd-php4. Simple as that.

On a brigher note, it looks like Safari Beta v62 is going to have tabs. And there was much rejoicing.

Mom and EDSA

Today isda birthday of my mom. Happy Birthday, Mom!

It is also the 17th anniversary of the 1986 EDSA Revolution. To celebrate the original People Power movement which booted Ferdinand Marcos from his oppressive dictatorship, I give you The Wit and Wisdom of Imelda Marcos, the First Lady who had more than a few toys in the attic. As well thousands of shoes. (She is still alive to this day, and continues to inflict herself and her family upon a too-forgiving nation.)

Fog

The steady patter of rain on melting snowdrifts has long since faded; now the city sits shrouded in a dense fog, so thick that even the houses down the street are hidden in tendrils of gray. Having just escaped from the bitter cold outside, it’s a perfect night for sitting by the window, eating cookies, sipping hot chocolate, and clipping my fingernails.