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Infoworld | XML to Become Word and Excel File Formats
(excerpt from article):
The first public beta of Microsoft Office 11 demonstrates, as promised, that XML has become a native Office file format. What's more, Word 11 and Excel 11 can associate documents with data definitions written in XML Schema, and they can interactively validate documents against schemas. These are transforming achievements. Previous Office upgrades have been yawners, but version 11 should rivet the attention of IT planners.
This is a variation of an email that I received from Dana B. I decided to post it here instead. My answers are in italics:
About a half hour after the alarm clock rings or when my wife wakes me up (usually about 6:30am). On Saturday, I try to wake up on my own, especially since I'm taking this medicine that makes me sleepy.
Jesus Christ, just to preview what life in heaven will be like.
gold
with kids - Ice Age
without kids - Spiderman
Alias, CSI, Without a Trace
when I'm responsible for it - cereal, donuts, or whatever I can find that's already made
when someone else makes it - eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, etc.
a huge gorilla that is looking for someone to mate with him
Yes, and more! I can roll my tongue up on the sides and down on the sides (wow! what talent!)
the Bible, my wife, my daughter, other family, "character transformation"-type movies, genuine encouragement
Allen
city
Summer
mint chocolate chip
naptime
1997 Honda Civic LX - the one I currently drive
philly cheese steak
mercilessness, snobbery
marigold, we have a lot of them in our front yard
After I'd confirmed it, I probably would tell friends and family the next time I spoke with them. I'd probably wind up with a lot more 'friends and family'.
big cup of still water - must be cold, though
pink and white
6 keys- 3 keys to 3 cars that do not work, two house keys, and my office shelf key
dayton, ohio - where I live right now
Yeah, sort of. I can also juggle in my mind, too. Oops! Dropped one!
Saturday
red
Went to Max & Erma's with my wife, my daughter, friend Tasha and her son. Also, we had a party at our house the previous Sunday and folks shared about Tasha and me (her birthday is the day after mine). People were still hanging around when 'Alias' came on, so my wife and I let everyone else do what they wanted to so that we could watch it.
Yes, it's on my driver's license
mostly everyone
I have no idea
I really don't have it all together
To anyone who has seen the movie, what do you think? I am presently in my second round of reading the book.
One of the main reasons I started this weblog was to be able to document the so-called "journey inside my mind". I tend to be rather neurotic, and I've often not been able to understand why my world seems to be in a whirlwind and out of control (see related posts: "Mind on Fire" "Whirlwind - A Poem").
Since undergoing therapy, I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder (aka manic depression), attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Throughout a lot of this journey, I've tried to learn as much about the mental illnesses as possible to see how and where I fit in. The idea is to glean from others' knowledge so that I can get well:
I'm currently being seen by a psychiatrist and a counselor, and the current diagnosis is what the doc referred to as "process OCD", which I'm understanding as Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD). It is true that I have some of the "content OCD" symptoms: I pick at scabs, touch my face or hands excessively, etc. But the big thing is that my "process" of doing things is so rigid.
So I'm journeying to discover more about this OCPD, and, thanks to the folks at Yahoo!, I was able to find a web site that defines OCPD. I link to it here more for my benefit, but if you also benefit, then that's a bonus.
from email (thanks to Jeff I.)
What is a Vet?It's the soldier, not the reporter, who gave us our freedom of the press.Prayer for our Servicemen
It's the soldier, not the poet, who gave us our freedom of speech.
It's the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gave us our freedom to demonstrate.
It's the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves others with respect for the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.
I just played this game at the public library's computer. It, like so many others, can be so addicting. I found it through http://games.yahoo.com.
We've had our house for over a year, but we've never used the upstairs or downstairs fireplace. We had them inspected prior to buying the house and were told that they needed $1500 worth of work. I have no idea how they operate and what kinds of things need to be considered when using them, but I found a site that may help me: About.com's Fireplace Guide.
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out.
The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. He fell down and died.
The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder, and finally, he made it out.
When he got out, the other frogs asked him, "Why did you continue jumping? Didn't you hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:
The power of words ... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another. That's what I'm doing here.
Cheers!
via e-mail from Steve
The phone rings at FBI headquarters:
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Adrian Thibodeaux! He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeaux's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear at Thibodeaux and leave.
The phone rings at Thibodeaux's house.
"Hey, Adrian! Did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep."
"Great, call the FBI back and tell them that there is cocaine in my garden. It needs to be plowed."
subtitled, "I didn't know you could do that with a blog!"
crazy white girl with a camera is a new blog with Kelly's pictures. Thanks to Mike for the link.
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Keeping the 'fun' in dysfunctional
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