The Host[ess] With the Mostess

After a four-hour saga involving more internet jargon than I ever cared to translate, mild to moderate profanity, one million “what do I do now” Google searches, three live chats with Bluehost techies, five Bluehost FAQ video viewings, one phone call to Bluehost, one unwanted run-in with an architectural firm, one irresponsible Tweet, and three pieces of homemade pizza, I have created a new blog hosted via Bluehost.

Not only that, but I have also installed WordPress so that I might continue to use it (but on an independent URL), and have transferred all of the existing Eight Days a Week posts over to the new blog.

Whew.  As I mentioned in the irresponsible Tweet: I think I need a hug.

(So far only Ruby has offered.  I showered today and everything.)

I would love to be able to share my newfound blog hosting wisdom with you fine people, but unfortunately, even now (a half hour after completion) I don’t think I could walk someone through what I did.

What I can tell you is that blog hosting was more difficult than I thought it would be. The pros claim hosting can be done in 20 minutes.  Ha.

Another thing I can tell you is that when I was in the thick of things–and by thick I mean nearly in tears because I didn’t understand what an FTP Account wasBluehost really, really came through for me.  Their website contains dozens of step-by-step how-to videos and a live chat service which allows you to receive instant answers from knowledgable representatives. It’s obviously too soon to speak to Bluehost’s long-term reliability, but I would definitely recommend them as a host based on their solid tech support.**

They even responded to my despairing Tweet with genuine concern.

Here are three additional links I found helpful, especially during my preliminary research:

As for the new blog: It will be a week or so before I make the official transition over.  It’s in need of some scrubbing up and tricking out before I show it to the world.

**Note that I am not being paid by Bluehost to promote their services.  Nor do they know about this post.  I am simply happy with their services and wish to share the joy.

Tech Fee Take Two

I think I owe you a better Tech Fee explanation than the sleep-deprived name drop I tossed out last night.

Technology Fee is included in every student’s tuition for every year they’re at Morris.  The fee, once received by the University, is then transferred into a special account, which only the Student Government (MCSA) has access to.

In March, we begin receiving proposals from all areas of campus: student organizations, various departments, media services, athletic teams, the information desk, etc.  These proposals, thoroughly researched by the proposers, are for technology they feel will benefit many students at UMM.  Technology ranges from rotating lights for an auditorium to twenty-five computers for the library to an online ticketing program to digital melting point apparatuses for chemistry labs.

Last Friday and Saturday, MCSA heard proposal presentations and asked questions where necessary.  Last night, we went through every single request and discussed whether or not to fund it.  We were sitting in that hot room from 6 pm to 2:30 am discussing, which partially made me want to scream, and partially made me proud that we as a group take the process so seriously, and want to be sure that every piece of technology we fund meets all criteria.

To celebrate MCSA’s early morning accomplishment, I slept through my alarm this morning, and didn’t stir until 7:50.  I had class at 8.  I got to attend unshowered, teeth unbrushed, breakfastless, and wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday.  Thank you very much.


It’s a Rough Life

Let me tell you.

Running without an ipod is rough.

As much as I wish I could be one of those onewiththeroad kind of people who chant their mantras and count their breaths, I don’t think I ever will be.  I’m too busy getting tangled up in my headphones, jamming the left earbud in while the right falls out (with a touch of defiance, I suspect).

Last week, undoubtedly fed up with being squished against my cranium, my right earbud completely fell apart, the speaker disc skittering to the floor.

After a few days of moping, I took to the indoor track again, only to find that it is rough to run without an ipod.  There was nothing left to do but creep on the Yogalates group down below and conscientiously pick up speed whenever I ran by the weight room windows.

And let me tell you: Cloud Cult’s “Lucky Today” is a heck of a lot more melodious than the clack of my shoelaces against my ankles.