Monthly Archives: February 2004



As you can see, the images are back on the Owlyblog. Owldaughter is back up and running!

So the site was only down for ten days in total. Irritating, but it was all worked out. My old host graciously transferred the domain over without charge as an apology for the misunderstanding (which surprised me simply because I’m so used to corps not caring).

Now I just need to finish straightening out my email.

Update: And… done! All Owldaughter email addresses are operative! Of course, if you sent anything to one in the past ten days, it was lost…

Chamber Orchestra — Season Three, Round Three

I just lost a longish decent post and I’m in no mood to recreate it. So, the salient points:

We’re playing a bunch of neat stuff. One symphony, many shorter pieces. Most actual chamber pieces, some with vocal accompaniment from a Hudson music group. Good rehearsal, everyone bright and bushy-tailed.

There. It hardly conveys how terrific an evening it was.

Hold the Presses

Before you update your links:

I might not have to change the domain name after all. My previous web host appear apologetic for their screw-up and have offered to transfer my domain to me and waive the $190 USD fee usually involved as a result of this sort of situation.

Stay tuned.



Due to irreconcilable differences with my previous host, my domain name will be changing. By the end of the week, all Owldaughter content will be accessible at:

And yes, the Owldaughter email accounts will be up and running again, just with the new suffix instead of the old.

I love bureaucracy.


Did we forget to send a huge thanks out to everyone who showed up to toast HRH on Wednesday night? I think we did.

Damn, but it was good to see everyone again. Over the course of the evening we must have watched about thirty people come through the pub to say hi or sit down for a bite. Eventually we all gave up on sitting down and stood around with our drinks, and it was a lot more comfortable. Ceri reports hearing a couple of strangers making their way through our crowd muttering uncomplimentarily about how it felt like a house party. And what’s wrong with that, I’d like to know? Hurley’s is the traditional spot for gang birthday evenings, so of course by now it feels like we own the place when we get two dozen people in on a quiet night. The waitress knows us, and enjoys us; she’s also grateful for our patience. Most of us have worked in the service industry, and we know what it’s like to be the only person on the floor. She even gave HRH a drink on the house, complete with hailing him as the King.

Everyone got to catch up on who was doing what, which was grand. HRH was thrilled with his group gift of the Dremel (which is good, because now we all want to (a) borrow it, or (b) get him to make stuff for us), and even more touched by the amount of folks who stopped by. So thanks, everyone; you did wonders for his flagging spirits.