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Tonight I found problems with all of my feeds. All of them. Murverse, Heavennovel, and ishouldbewriting. I could have blamed itunes, except all of my other podcasts seemed to be doing fine. I looked at everything I could and couldn’t find the problem. I tried to validate one feed, and it turns out that it didn’t validate. Too bad I can’t figure out how to edit the RSS from WordPress, and therefore feed validating felt pretty much useless.
I began to panic. I know enough about this stuff to be able to figure out what’s wrong, and maybe even figure out how to fix it, if only I could find the door through which I needed to go in order to fix it. I began to get enraged. The back of my neck was hot, I was panicked, I felt distinctly clock tower-y, and close to biting the head off of anyone nearby. Luckily my husband was out with friends and our daughter was in bed.
I tried to look at myself logically. Why was I so angry? This clearly wasn’t a logical response, and certainly wasn’t helping me at all. And then I remembered that the feeling reminded me of something.
I have a very slight travel phobia. The concept of heading somewhere new on my own is scary (small town girl syndrome). The concept of heading somewhere I don’t speak the language is terrifying. We honeymooned in Spain because a friend’s parents owned a villa and a week there was our wedding present, and I suppose turning down a free stay on the Mediterranean is MADNESS, but I had a bit of anxiety there. But the anger I was feeling tonight was similar to the travel panic I feel. And that’s when I realized…
My extent of WordPress knowledge is like being dropped into France with only high school French at my disposal. I know enough to get by. I perhaps know enough to get myself in trouble (J’accuse!). But I don’t know enough to get myself out of trouble. Everything looks familiar but I have no idea what to do with it. That’s why I get so angry and anxious. Because I think I SHOULD be able to fix it. I used to be a webmaster, for Thor’s sake.
I turned off all chat, afraid I would lash out and be the first to succeed in killing someone over the Internets. But I forgot to turn off gchat. Dave Slusher - one of the podcasters who was instrumental to me getting started – hunted me down there and offered help. He patiently and kindly helped me pinpoint my problems, and we fixed the feeds. I found my translator. Thank you, Dave.
It all comes back to high school French.
Je m’appelle Mur.
[EDIT- bonus to whoever gets my ridiculous French references.]
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Quel tragique! Zut alors!
Bonjour, Mur! Comment ça va? I had to look up the Dreyfus affair to confirm my hazy memories…
Interesting analysis of why you found the RSS problem so frustrating. I know one of the things that makes programming satisfying is the thrill of victory when you finally get the **** machine to do what you want! It’s as addictive an adrenaline rush as extreme sports – only without the broken bones and concussion
Et comment ca va aujourdhui? Je suis tres heureuse que vous avez un peu francais. C’est vraiment fantastique.
It’s German with me. And I absolutely get you on the small town thing, especially as every time I’m in London I feel a little like Kong in that ’70s King Kong remake. Just without Jeff Bridges. And the death.
And yeah, it’s exactly like learning a language. The only comfort is at some point soon you’ll be able to realise you’ve got advanced French and can order complicated and interesting food instead of just introducing yourself. In the mean time, wo ist dem rathaus?:)
The French metaphor struck disturbingly close to home. Shortly after high-school my sister graduated from college in the UK and we flew over and spent 2 weeks in France before her graduation and 2 weeks in the UK after. It was an AMAZING trip, but for the 2 weeks before the graduation it was me and my dad driving my sister’s UK car (steering wheel on the wrong side of the car) all over France and me trying to negotiate this using my 2 years of half-assed high-school french class skills. As much fun as it was, I was so stressed by the end because it felt like a two week long test and if I failed we didn’t eat.
Though it’s probably good for you to keep in mind that we all love you Mur and if the RSS was broken for a couple days we would understand and not be upset with you.
Je M’appelle Le Tick! (I keep a 2″ tall El Seed on my desk at work just to confuse people who never watched The Tick).