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site navigation home books articles events courses consultation about fun molly.com Monday 12 September 2011 In Search of Elusive Style We Web devs and designers and content creators and other genii have had our challenges with style. Okay, so I’m known for stating the overly obvious, blame the teacher gene. In order to fill the cracks that the evolution and perhaps more importantly – consistent implementation – of CSS things we cannot do” we’ve come up with solutions up the SASS, polyfills and a LESS than idyllic means of styling that which we’d like to style the way in which we liked to style it. Oh, and across all media too, as if just wanting something that works were asking too much of the greater gods. I have an exercise for you, and since I’ll be using the resulting best commentary in an upcoming article for a favorite magazine, the most interesting response will receive public accolades in his or her name and a logo bag or t-shirt from a random Web conference, the W3C, Microsoft and Opera – depending what swag I manage to pull out of the swag room (yes, I have a whole room for swag – it used to be my office) just for you. Ready? Strip away the OOCSS, the normalization, the workarounds, hacks and kludges and take a good hard look at what we actually can do with CSS alone With your mind now free of muck, think about ONE thing you’ve always wished you could do with CSS that you can’t Write a comment to this post between now and well, now defining that one thing There is one exclusion. You can’t use selection of parent/ancestor as your one thing. You can bitch about it all you like, but that’s another story for a different day. Ready? Go! Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 21:00 | Comments (26)Monday 22 August 2011 From Blunders to Brilliance: A Look At JavaScript’s Rise to Fame I’m working on a humorous keynote talk and looking to you, my webfolk friends, to provide written and/or recorded stories, code samples, and other items of interest related to JavaScript from the earliest days of silly pop-up warnings, multiple windows, status bar marquees and other various candy” up on through to today’s powerful and elegant scripting solutions. This is a crowd-sourced presentation and all contributors will be acknowledged and freely share in the final ownership of this presentation, which is to be published under a CC share alike license. Please provide links, comments, thoughts, etceteras below or query me on Twitter or in email if you’d like more info. This is gonna be FUN! Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 19:59 | Comments (16)Sunday 24 July 2011 Til Norge This poem was sung today at the Memorial Mass in Oslo, Norway, in honor of lives lost in the terrible massacre. For my friends in Norway, but also in hopes for all the world, peace be with us, and let us stay strong. Norwegian: Til Ungdommen av Nordahl Grieg Kringsatt av Fiender, gå inn i din tid! Under en blodig storm – vi deg til strid! Kanskje du spør i angst, udekket, åpen: hva skal jeg kjempe med hva er mitt våpen? Her er ditt vern mot vold, her er ditt sverd: troen på livet vårt, menneskets verd. For all vår fremtids skyld, søk det og dyrk det, dø om du må – men: øk det og styrk det! Stilt går granatenes glidende bånd Stans deres drift mot død stans dem med ånd! Krig er forakt for liv. Fred er å skape. Kast dine krefter inn: døden skal tape! Elsk og berik med drøm alt stort som var! Gå mot det ukjente fravrist det svar. Ubygde kraftverker, ukjente stjerner. Skap dem, med skånet livs dristige hjerner! Edelt er mennesket, jorden er rik! Finnes her nød og sult skyldes det svik. Knus det! I livets navn skal urett falle. Solskinn og brød og ånd eies av alle. Da synker våpnene maktesløs ned! Skaper vi menneskeverd skaper vi fred. Den som med høyre arm bærer en byrde, dyr og umistelig, kan ikke myrde. Dette er løftet vårt fra bror til bror: vi vil bli gode mot menskenes jord. Vi vil ta vare på skjønnheten, varmen som om vi bar et barn varsomt på armen! English translation By Rod Sinclair (2004) Faced by your enemies On every hand Battle is menacing, Now make your stand Fearful your question, Defenceless, open What shall I fight with? What is my weapon? Here is your battle plan, Here is your shield Faith in this life of ours, The common weal For all our children’s sake, Save it, defend it, Pay any price you must, They shall not end it Neat stacks of cannon shells, Row upon row Death to the life you love, All that you know War is contempt for life, Peace is creation Death’s march is halted By determination We all deserve the world, Harvest and seed Hunger and poverty Are born of greed Don’t turn your face away From needs of others Reach out a helping hand To all your brothers Here is our solemn vow, From land to land We will protect our world From tyrants’ hand Defend the beautiful, Gentle and innocent Like any mother would Care for her infant. Source: Wikipedia . Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 17:43 | Comments (3)Thursday 21 July 2011 Yesterday I Became A Feminist For the majority of my life I rejected Feminism when compared to Humanism. After a lot of years where I was accepted and cared for as a Humanist – well, those times have ended. Why? Because in my entire experience I’d not had the sting of the Hierarch. Yesterday, I became a Feminist. I really didn’t know. Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 03:48 | Comments (13)Wednesday 6 July 2011 One Last Tweet Before I . . . I just couldn’t resist posting this here. see more funny videos , and check out our Yo Dawg lols! Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 15:01 | Comments (7)I Still Have a Prayer, Even if No God Tonight has been intense. Friends coming and going, music playing, good food and drink and remembrance that I do love what I cannot control. I also know that I’m coming home soon, home to Tucson despite years of running away. Denying the love of a few for the love of many. Never could tell the difference, me. Some wounds are just primal, and go too deep. But I live, breathe, sing and even dance, despite feeling abandoned by the muses, the universe, that idea known as god.” During a particularly intense conversation with my friends we all decided god is not the essential issue. What really is important is prayer. In its short form a solemn request for help or expression of thanks.” I don’t know about you, but even though god eludes me most of the time, the need to pray does not, because solemn requests for help and expressions of thanks pretty much sum up where I’m at. I still have prayer, if no god. Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 01:16 | Comments (6)Monday 4 July 2011 Happy Monsoon Day! Also known as Independence Day in the United States, the 4th of July weekend is traditionally the point we begin our monsoon season here in the Sonoran Desert. We just had a really beautiful storm come through. Here’s a snap I took right after. Filed under : general Posted by : Molly | 17:31 | Comments (3)Sunday 3 July 2011 The Bloody Stuck Naked Text Post Oh hell. How many years have I been doing this blog? Surely since before Peter Merholz came up with the term blog.” But since the rise of Twitter, I’ve stopped long form writing. I love Twitter – it works like my mind does, rapid asynchronous communications from point to point. But blogging? I’ve designed, redesigned, and banged my head over this blog for years now. And the reality remains that I’ve been stuck, bloody stuck. So you’ve seen a myriad of excuses march across this domain, from a Tumblr redirect to me having served absolutely nothing for the last week rather than leave my dirty underthings lying around. Enough of that. I’m learning that I really do function best when I feel I have options. Don’t you? To that end, I’m reopening Ye Olde Molly.Com here, with tons of errors and no HTML5 hip hop, nor CSS3 magic. Why? Because nothing I do or have done inspires me design-wise when it comes to my own blog as an extension of my identity. I admit it, I’m...