So far it's 10pm Saturday night and I'm still at home, beating the crap out of my powerbook (localhosted mysql server hanging...) to get some rather complex data migration stuff worked out for mfa. I want to move from the custom hacktackular spaghetti code that I've conjured over the past year to civicspace before Labor Day Weekend breaks and the real campaign season begins.

Civicspace will be fun. The functionality is all there (and more, thanks to all the promises Zack made <g>) but since Neil and the other coders actually, like, engineered the thing, it works a little different on the inside, and stores its data in a much more abstractly structured way. It will also make my life as Technical Director easier as I'll have a wide pool of developers to pull on in the future.

But I'm sitting home alone at 1opm on a Saturday. Damn. They're getting ready to Burn the Man right about now. There's a lot of player-hating around Burning Man, which isn't really new or surprising, but I still think it's a fabulous thing to have happen every year. I'll be headed back to the Playa come 2005, taking anyone who wants to come along with me. Wanna participate? I'll start talking about it seriously this winter. Seriously seriously, 'cause we're going to have to rent a flatbed truck and borrow some welding gear I think.

I've been contemplating with some relish what returning to a more normal social life will be like. You don't go off and do what I've been doing for the past year -- working on the .org boom -- and just pop back into post-student bohemia mode; it's going to be a new chapter. Exciting.

The other thing I want to do this weekend is get through a big pile of personal writing. I want to report on my summer vacation, trips to political conventions, and other assorted things. I also want to switch this site around to re-integrate all the old life-content into things better. I'm thinking about moving the whole works over to drupal, which would let me do that, and also give other people their own voices if they wanted them. We'll see what happens.