Author: thecapeblog

Oh my gosh, this has been a career. I’ve been working on moving the O-F site since January 8, first psyching myself for days because I knew it was going to be horrible, and it was.

Following some bad online advice, I copied everything off by hand, but that didn’t work. My content directory was fine, but not the WordPress files themselves.

I’m pretty sure that there was problem with versions. I think the old site may have needed to be updated. Whether for that reason or another, the WordPress files themselves were not correct, and there were a slew of missing files.

I tried a plugin to copy the files and generate the script. That worked okay except that I had no idea where the backup files were on the old server, and the plugin didn’t create a compressed archive.

I ended up using the GoDaddy WordPress install. That worked like a champ, so I only had to copy over the content files, which the plugin did copy very well, and run the database script.

I had to revise the script, though, since it was a create database, and the GoDaddy install had already put a WordPress db on the server.

I messed things up by editing the wp_option records incorrectly (I mimicked the actual directory structure, setting two key records to “www.capecoder.com/occupyfalmouth”) and forwarding and aliasing the domain. I fixed the first and GoDaddy Tech Support did the second.

I had to clear not only the browser cache but the cookies cache to get the GoDaddy File Manager to work. I had to reset permissions to FTP over Windows.

I had to create an .htaccess file to enable permalinks.

Unlike the problem I had with this blog, I was able to see images on the posts and pages where they belong.

Emme and I helped Ron sort through his piles of t-shirts yesterday.

We – Ron, Emme, James and I – celebrated the fourth anniversary of Fluffles’ arrival here with a small party last Saturday.

Moved the Occupy Falmouth website today. Haven’t got it entirely configured yet, hope to do that this weekend.

Ron spotted a bluebird in the front yard this morning – first time I’ve seen one here!!

Visited Candy at Spaulding yesterday. She was transferred from the Brigham on Wednesday night. Very upsetting.

Cheered up after watching the insane Onion movie: juvenile, sexist, funny.

The rain is pounding so hard on the windows that I thought it might be mice.

Ron has been organizing his clothes off and on since Sunday. I’ve brought several boxes upstairs as well as about 30 shirts, a couple of jackets and a small bag of individual socks.

We’ve been watching Season 1 of American Horror Story.

Yesterday, I brought tea goodies from Bean and Cod to the kids and figured out table-valued parameters. Tried to hook Craig up with some work-at-home jobs.

Candy was discharged from the hospital yesterday and is now at Spaulding. I hope to visit soon.

The jasmine is spectacular – lots of blooms and new growth. Daffs are coming up at Edgewater.

We made it to the Wareham Y. Swam for about 40 minutes, then stopped at Krua Thai in Wareham. Delicious meal, but my stomach was acting up and not sure why.

First flower of the year. Hope it has a second bloom in May. Wish it were possible to upload the fragrance: intoxicating. I expect it’ll perfume the whole house when it’s fully in bloom.

Got almost everything together for submittal to Ron’s FSA. Just waiting for a receipt from Beltone.

We had lunch at Pickles, had a 2 for 1 coupon from the paper. It was good but still quite expensive.

Down today.

We got about 2-3 inches, less than half of what was expected. It was easy shoveling, but overnight, it stuck a bit to the driveway. It was so cold today that very little melted, unfortunately, so we are left with icy residue.

Ron put up the second mini-blind (!) and installed a new furnace filter.

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As a community bank, Rockland Trust is a heroic partner in the recovery.

I finally read MLK’s Letter from a Birmingham Jail, written 50 years ago this April 16, and the “Statement by Alabama Clergymen” that preceded it.

I daresay that at this point, the eight signers of the “Statement” are little known and barely remembered by any but their immediate families. Rather than being honored as stalwarts of the community, their cowardice, paranoia and lack of understanding of the times make them ignominious participants in the ghastly history of racism in the US.

MLK’s letter is remarkable in its erudition, logic and poetry. The manner in which he wrote it is also remarkable:

“Dr. King had no paper, so he wrote his response around the edges of the newspaper ad and on pieces of toilet paper in his cell. Later, or one of the other attorneys brought him a notepad. King could only work in the daytime when he had enough scant light to see. When he finished the response, and his other attorneys secretly slipped the assorted bits and pieces of the letter from King’s cell and into the hands of NAACP’s Wyatt Walker. Walker and his secretary, Willie Pearl Mackey, pieced together the scraps of paper, and Mackey typed out the rough draft of the letter.

“Andrew Young recalled that Willie Pearl Mackey “had a terrible time reading Martin’s handwriting. Most of the letter was brought in installments delivered from the jail by our attorneys, Clarence Jones, Ozell Billingsley, and Arthur Shores, during their trips to jail to visit Martin.” When Mackey had finished typing the draft, one of King’s lawyers smuggled it back to Dr. King to edit and make corrections. Then one of the lawyers carried it back to Walker.”

Arthur Shores, Martin Luther King, Jr. And The Story Of The Letter From The Birmingham Jail