Alan Gutierrez

Alan Gutierrez blogs on software, social networks, and himself.

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I’m Not Unimpressed

From here on out, I’m go avoid telling you all that I’m unimpressed. I’ll tell you about the things that impress me. There’s no need to ape the opinionoids on the tee-vee. This monkey see. This money will not do.

Better Blogging

Thank you for reading my blog Dave, Ric, Ryan, Paul, and Jenny. Thank you to those who’ve subscribed. I’m responding to your feedback. Please help me in my campaign to become a better blogger. For starters, I’m giving up coffee.

Fax Number

B0085256

It works. You can send me a fax at (800) 948-3507.

Off to JazzFest

Checked my Election Day post. It got truncated. I need to rewrite it. Unfortunately, I have to go to JazzFest now. I’m volunteering for WWOZ. I’ll bring the camera.

F Brinley Bruton Epologue

I updated the F Brinley Bruton blog entry a few days ago. If you recall, F Brinley Bruton was where I learned about SEO and met Esoos Bobnar.

Up And At ‘Em

Waking up on time is never a problem for me at my place on Esplande Ave in the French Quarter. Windows run all along one side of my narrow slave quarter apartment. The morning sun fills my apartment with light. I’m always awake before nine. I do not own an alarm clock.

Fax Me Sumpin’ Mister

I have a new fax line that I’d like to test. Can someone please fax anything to (800) 948 -3507?

Chair Bike

JazzFest is approaching. I’ll be volunteering at the WWOZ tent, watching over some computers for Christian Kuffner.

French Quarter Fest has passed. Caught the second day. Listened to Wynton Marsallis debut “Congo Square” in Congo Square, Armstrong Park. The sun was hot. The music was brassy. We listened from the edges in the shade. Saw many Mid-City people.

On the way back to my place, Rebecca Houtman and I stopped into the Farrington Smith Gallery, where Adam Farrington and Scott Smith were lounging about.

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At some point in the lazy conversation, Adam lights up, as he will, and announces that he made a chair bike. He returns from the courtyard with a bicycle that has a chair attached to the frame before the handlebars. He offers me a ride on the bike as he blusters past and out the door, such was his confidence that I would accept.

And sure enough, the rolls reversed on Chartres. I piloted the chair bike, and it is quite managable. The weight is attached to the frame and sprung. Zero injuries.

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