I don’t think there are any static sites on the internet. They are either growing and changing, or rotting away. Decay is a dynamic process, too. Sites need to be refreshed. I have a eleven-year-old blog (next month), and have found most of the links in the first couple of years have rotted away, and need attention. I need to update the underlying OS, web server, runtime language and site application. Vendors and the community provide updates and security patches.
If I visit a site and it’s in HTML 4.01 with marquees and animated GIFs of envelopes flying into mailboxes, I make some (pretty severe) judgments about the proprietors. If the owners hard-coded their names, addresses and contact info into all the pages, they will always, always miss one of them when they update.
So, while your content, organization and basic layout may not change THAT OFTEN, they’ll need changing, so why not use a dynamic engine that will make it easy?
Thanks to the folks at Small Dog Electronics and their Barking’s blog for this post on using a 3rd party remote control with an Apple TV. I love the ATV remote, but it is the third or fourth remote we use on the entertainment center, and some days it’s impossible to keep them sorted. I’ll have to try this out.
Max supervising the office from his window bench
We said goodbye to an old friend this morning. Max lived to the grand old age of 15½, a hundred and eight in people years. He was the last of the Cockers of Contoocook: http://www.tedroche.com/homepage/~tedroche/Photos/dogz.htm
In fifteen and a half years, Max accumulated a fair share of stories. He was a whiz at attention classes, getting clicker training almost immediately. In dog agility, he was wickedly fast on the ‘dogwalk’ but never got the weave poles. Ted mistakenly messed with his food one day and got a valuable lesson in dog handling, along with four stitches. Max was a regular at the veterinarian, where he more than once was the subject of back-office chatter. He survived and rebounded from a splenectomy, multiple lumpectomies, the mange, and an emergency surgery or two.
He was a character. He was always a wilful dog, but with a good heart. He stoutly defended his house, his yard and his people against all possible threats, be it the UPS man or the boy cutting through the backyard on his bicycle. He enjoyed his walks in the park.
Max lived well. We are better for having known him, and we shall miss him.