A personal website
can be a living growing cyber-entity which requires daily attention to
work properly and maintain some semblance of credibility.
Or. A personal
website can be a very basic and relatively static URL which really
doesn't require much time or attention to get its point across. It
all depends on what the webmaster decides to do. Easy.
Simple.
This website was
conceived and initially constructed in early 2000 and has been growing
in size and readership ever since. Maintaining the
links alone is enough to be a full-time endeavour... especially where
URL addresses change and disappear as fast as dot.com
mergers. Although ever attempt is made to keep up with the
changes, it's a challenge to validate each external hyperlink... even
with the great features of FrontPage 2000.
So why do it?
Why add to the frustration and headache of owning a PC which already
requires constant patches, upgrades and downloads in order to work safely
and properly?
I think there must
be some control freak thing going on. Like some despotic
editor-publisher-owner, webmasters not only get to run the 'show', but
decide who-what-where and if the 'participants' will appear.
Editorial content is
total, an open soapbox is always available and there can be as much (or
as little) reader feedback allowed as the webmaster desires. With
website editing software available to anybody, the website can be part
visual feast, part TV station, part movie theatre, part radio station or
part photo sharing clearinghouse. The possibilities are only
limited by one's own imagination and to a significant factor, by the
amount of cash one is willing to lay out.
But sometimes
despotic dictators aren't as focused on the health and welfare of their
subjects as they ought to be. Some websites are little more than
some 15-minute effort with little to no thought or preparation going
into the site. It shows. Other sites are personally
contracted out to a professional service who (for a VERY pretty penny)
are only too happy to set up a stunning and meticulously designed site
loaded with the latest web design goodies.
To me, those
websites are 'commissioned personal sites' much as one would commission
an artist to realize a desired concept. While the site may indeed
be a 'personal' website I find them about as 'homemade' as a cup of
instant soup.
Personal websites
are simply a reflection of the internet readers who feel they have
something to say (or sell) and are willing to invest some time to put
together either graphics and/or words for the world to see. Some
web server businesses offer cut-rate prices in exchange for popups or
embedded advertising.
This site is
intentionally designed to avoid any commercial overtones and seeks to
deprive the corporate culture from yet another unwelcome intrusion into
people's lives. No popups, no spam, no vying for readers'
cash.
This website is
SO firmly opposed to commercialism... in any form... it will be allowed to
disappear before advertising or popups are permitted. No
money-grubbing going on here which means no push to cash in on the
ratings game. No pay-per-click-through, no ads for
SpyCameras, no cookie-trail, no Meet-Your-Dream-Date.
People
who want that tripe just need to do a search on any search engine or try stopping over at an AngelFire
site for the ultimate in reader frustration. This is supposed to be
fun and interesting - not an ordeal to see how fast the reader can slam down popup
windows.
The views presented
here aren't supposed to appeal to any group in particular although it's
proudly declared a left-leaning liberal view may be encountered 'here
and there'. That's not intended to insult sensibilities, but
to inspire contemplation. Getting people to THINK has never been so
difficult.
It's also
my contention there's an element of responsibility which goes along with
publishing anything on a medium such as the internet. That's not to
say I support censorship; completely the opposite holds true as I loathe
censorship in any form for any reason. Provided the viewer is aware
of the nature of material they're about to see and read, anything
goes. Seems a bit alarmist to have to have disclaimers and warnings
all over the place but given the sordid corners of the internet, it's a
small price to pay for not being visually assaulted while surfing the net.
No
disclaimers here. The Gentle Reader's sensibilities might be tweaked
but never overwhelmed.
At a time
when whorish behaviour is becoming increasingly acceptable (considering
the latest Reality TV craze, what WON'T people do for fame and a fast buck?) no
amount of cash would convince me to relent and open up this site to
commercial influences. Some web developers and operators may start
out with altruistic intentions but once they see they can earn money from
click-throughs and pop-ups, they'll cave into the temptation to go for at
least a financially self-sustaining website.
Thousands
of dollars for electronic games and gizmos, yet less than TWO BUCKS A WEEK
is too much to pay to tell the Corporate Boys to shove their advertising
up their USB ports. Cheap wimpy sell-outs.
Any
products or services shown on this website are strictly along the lines of
"you MIGHT be interested in..." instead of "you NEED to
have because...". Informational, not demanding.
Check it out instead of send a check. That sort of thing.
This site
caters to those who enjoy reading and exploring other perspectives.
Yeah sure, there are graphics to keep the interest levels up but for the
most part, if you're reading this you've already seen where this is
basically a writer's website.
(Well YES...
anybody who can fill gigabytes with thousands of lines with text
about next-to nothing must have a smidgen of literary
inclination. Jerry Seinfeld became a wealthy man because of a
'show about nothing' and the pop culture-crazed public ate it
up. There's a lot of 'nothing' here... but as for becoming
wealthy off it...).
Musicians
are compelled to make music, artists need to express themselves through
their artwork and writers need to see their words in the written
form. It just works out that way. Some of the writing here is...
well... pretty darn good if I do say so. There are some unique views
presented here and I'll be the first to admit there is some rather
convoluted and fragmented writing here as well. Some days the words
flow like poetry in a cadence which rises and falls in a natural
conversational mode.
Other
days, even I have to stop and wonder if there's a point buried in the
prose. Grandmother Moon affects some more than others.
Cryptic changes like that can make the reader pause and think.
And if
there's any one single goal of the native canadian, it's to get people to
think.
Technically
speaking now.
For those
who wring their hands in despair over doing something as innocuous as
sending an email, you might not want to dive into the world of web design
and development. Coding these Bad Boys can get frustrating,
uploading to a web server, keeping broken hyperlinks down to a minimum,
coming up with original material, proofreading, learning new software,
troubleshooting old software which just mysteriously quits working,
checking statistics, offering broad-based appeal while maintaining
consistency... it's definitely a labour of love.
Non-techies
might see it as merely an exercise in angst. Detail-oriented and
-driven, good websites are concerned with minutia as small as a pixel and
as precise as 'Hex=(00,FF,CC)' over
'Hex=(62,FF,DF)'
(see the difference? No? Your monitor can. Push
back and look carefully.)
Good
websites, that is. Through the statistical report of this website, I
discovered a website based in Winnipeg which had linked graphics directly
to this website (that's a cardinal sin in the web developer world and
without permission, not cool at all). The offending linked graphics of the Winnipeg site
were duly switched so that a 'gentle message' took its place.
Normally I might not have made any revisions but her site is so patently
bad in design, content and taste that something had to be done.
Cheesy site... just awful.
Anything
worth doing is worth doing well and clearly this site wasn't worth doing
at all. "Young Single Women Who Seek To Sponge Off A Meal Ticket While
Bring Treated Like A Goddess" might be the category this site fits
into.
Only she
might be described as a Canadian Rosanne Barr without the good taste and
etiquette.
There are
also websites which go for techno-overkill.... Flash MX, Java, DHTML, the
hideous Comet Cursor (notorious spyware), gaudy animated GIFs and the ultra-hip tiny
little text that looks cool but is barely discernable.
Used with discretion, the aforementioned techniques can bring a page
alive... too much of a good thing can be bad, however.
Just as
in life.
This site
is a classic bandwidth hog. If you don't have broadband
accessibility, you either (1) aren't reading this anyway having given up
on the page download time or (2) are EXCEPTIONALLY patient and REALLY want
to see what's going on. No plans to pare the page load times
although some of the animated gif images could be thinned out which would
help enormously.
This website makes no bones about being an amateur effort... yeah, there
are mistakes and broken links and some sections look like Ms.Winnipeg's
hackneyed attempt at internet fame.
You can
easily tell the earliest pages from the days over at Webjump (yup, some of
those original pages are still here) and the new stuff which pays more
attention to detail and design. Learning curve and all
that. It's far more fun to create a new webpage than it is to
rework an existing one, but that too is part and parcel of web
maintenance.
In a
self-serving way, it's kind of fun to see the bumbling earlier attempts at page
design... so the old pages are left in place. Wasn't because I
didn't take the time and pay attention to the details - (the old pages
took x-times as long to put together) - just didn't have any previous
practice or experience.
I like to
work with graphics and seriously need to learn graphic editing programs as
carefully designed graphics make the first and most lasting
impression. Completely to my embarrassment, I have a great deal of
difficulty in adding so much as a drop shadow... that's pretty bad.
Macromedia
Web Design Studio with Flash is installed... the possibilities are
mind-boggling... but so is the work involved to (1) learn the beast and
(2) put together something moderately presentable.
Here at
the native canadian, procrastination has been elevated to a religion.
Tunes.
Gotta have tunes to work, surf, write, gawk or get inspired to shove
together a pile of HTML.
The music
influences the writing... symbiotic that way, I guess... and there's
something about French music which evokes images of -30ºC on a dark,
snowy January night in a resto in someplace like Matagami
Québec. The imagination takes off from there and I'm off and
writing. Patrick Fiori, Garou, La Bottine Souriante, Isabelle Boulay,
Daniel Lavoie, Gabrielle Destroismaisons, Michel Rivard... all good stuff
for setting the scene. Vraiment, je me souviens.
Other
times... well... most actually... it's trance churning out from the little
old Win95 NEC with amplified five-speaker system. Got two sets of
those, but the Win98SE Compaq (this computer) response time turns into a dog when
RealOne is busy chewing up resources. BT, Oakenfold, Tall Paul,
Syntax, Underworld, Röyksopp, Godskitchen, Ministry of Sound, Gouryella...
heady stuff to power the night hours.
While it
may not be readily apparent, easily 80-90% of the material for this site
gets created between the hours of 1am and 6am. Night time is the
right time. The depths of darkness combined with some epic trance
can inspire some unconventional mental wandering. It's a good
thing really... I've always found the journey to be just as exciting as
the destination.
Just as
in life.
In the
Beginning.
Before slamming a cyber claim on 'nativecanadian.ca'.
You
see... you have to pay for the privilege to 'rent' a unique URL. If
I forget or neglect to pay the domain registers, 'www.nativecanadian.ca'
is up for grabs to the first customer with a credit card.
Fear not,
my Much Appreciated Reader ... old Kanowakeron has exclusive rights to
this domain name until August of 2012. Money in the bank, so to
speak.
All the
years of a reserved domain name are for naught unless there's a web server
where the files and code reside... the web host. That's a bit
more of an outlay of cash to rent somebody else's disk space and although
it's theoretically and technically possible to be immortalized in the
cyber world (a few grand would keep things going for a few decades or
more), the reality is: web hosters can - and do - go belly up.
Sometimes with little to no notice.
Repeat
after me: "Backups will save my behind". Holds true for
everything from email to websites.
Anyway,
back in 1999 the URL of this website was originally
http://nativecanadian.firstnations.webjump.com (ungainly, no?) but
Webjump.com was one of the dot.com casualties. They thought they
could raise enough advertising income by offering free hosting space for
personal websites; they thought wrong.
Web servers are
personal computers on mega-steroids and the arrays of disk space makes
your PC look like some Casio pocket calculator as far as storage is
concerned. Not cheap, and you need a 24/7 support staff to keep the
thing available to attract customers.
I've
been pretty happy with my webhost, WebStrike Solutions of Mitcham,
Victoria Australia. They've got great customer service and a
bunch of young tech-heads who really know their stuff. Yeah, yeah...
there have been outages but not enough to cause undue alarm.
Gotta
very soft spot for techs... those 3am on-calls can make an otherwise very
pleasant life a living hell with a demanding and indifferent spouse called
'A Job'.
The CEO's
of the world would be looking for work involving a paper hat if it weren't
for the technical support staffs. The internet would cease to
operate, nobody would get paid, the NYSE would freeze and life in general
would grind to a halt. Can't happen? <chuckle>
Hug a
Tech Today.
I simply
lucked out on the domain name of 'nativecanadian.ca'; definitely wanted
a Canadian domain (.ca) and hoped 'nativecanadian.ca' wasn't already
taken. It wasn't... so I scrambled to send in the registration and
fees, staked my claim and started looking for a real web host which was
(1) dependable and (2) cheap.
In
retrospect, it would have been somewhat patriotic to have the files reside
on a server in Canada; in the cyberworld, they could sit in a server in
Kazakhstan and all things equal, nobody would know the difference. I
forget how I discovered WebStrike Solutions, but I'm certain the fact that
they didn't charge for the first year's hosting had much to do with the
final decision.
So, on 13
August 2001, the nativecanadian.ca was born from the tatters of the old
Webjump site. This site is ably created using Microsoft's FrontPage
2000 and without getting too involved, the web host servers need to have
FrontPage Extensions enabled in order to effortlessly upload the files and
code that you're viewing now.
It's
possible to use FTP (File Transfer Protocol) to upload the stuff to the
server... somewhat of a pain in the butt as each and every file has to be
uploaded manually. With over 4,000 individual files to this site,
you might be able to see where that could REALLY take the grin out of
website development. The old Webjump site DIDN'T have FrontPage
Extensions and I believe the reams of paper with each and
every file listed and checked off as they were uploaded are around here
somewhere. Excellent
learning experience; exceedingly tedious.
Imagine
my delight when all I had to do was click Save and everything was
automatically uploaded. That's when things began to take off.
Fighting
change is like swimming against the current of a river when you want to be
downstream anyway; might as well go with the flow and let things evolve as
they may.
Initially,
I had no idea where this website was going or where it was going to end
up. Had a feeling it might get pretty big (but not this big) and had
NO idea there was going to be anywhere NEAR the amount of writing which
shows up. The Native Reflections section just grew faster than
any other part and to be perfectly blunt, I STILL don't have any idea
where this site is going.
I also
had no idea this site would have the international appear that it
apparently enjoys. Canada is the primary country of the readership (ahh,
validation is the kindest of rewards) but my friends in the UK, Holland,
Sweden, Germany, Belgium, France, Switzerland and Denmark are repeat
monthly viewers. You people from New Zealand and Australia must have
found something that piques your interest as well and one and all,
your patronage is sincerely appreciated.
And from
the statistics, it would appear a bunch of you are killing time at work
right now by surfing the native canadian pages. Excellent.
Glad to be a diversion from things you HAVE to do to things you WANT to
do. My motto?
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I've
toyed with the idea of splitting it into two sites, hacking out complete
sections, consolidating sections, making a Super Site, going minimalist or
becoming a media-soaked interactive experience with live cams broadcasting
the inner sanctum where this all takes place. So far,
the guiding principle has been 'Let It Be - Watch It Grow - Take It From
There'.
A
description of the bit of a room which serves as Command Central... words
simply are inadequate... but imagine the small cramped office of a tech
head/writer amid piles of books, reference material, CD's, printers, TV's,
stereo gear, cassettes, monitors, speakers, fax machine, scanners, dozens
of software boxes and enough cabling behind a desk to wire a small
village. With an 8-Point Hudson's Bay Blanket suspended overhead and
a scattering of Maple Leafs to act as a reminder.
It's a
pretty funky place. And maybe there IS some relevance to the
question,
"If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, then what's the
sign of an empty desk?" I believe there's a desk under there somewhere
- but I couldn't say with any degree of certainty as it's been so long
since a surface has been visible.
It may
not be elegant... and Martha Stewart would recoil in disgusted horror...
but it's serviceable and I've always preferred function over form in these
matters.
Just as
in life.
There've
been a few requests for permission to republish some of the writing found
here... not waves of editors flooding the Inbox, mind you, but enough to
let me know there might be a pearl or two that catches the eye of the
literary set. Yah, yah... go ahead... give credits... (any
cash involved here?)
... let me know if the readers want more... thanks for asking... stay in
touch... and all that.
There are
some outrageously talented First Nations people out there who've come up
with not only slick online presentations, but humbling original
material. This site's more of a Huck Finn production... slowly
ambling along with rambling thoughts quasi-organized into loosely defined
sections. Not exactly one thing or another, not exactly
the definitive word on much of anything and absolutely not without a
healthy dose of humanity.
My World
And Welcome To It.
From a
corner of Turtle Island called Southern Ontario and Upstate New
York. Musings of a liberal Baby Boomer idealist with a foot in two
countries, head in the clouds, living in cyberspace, burning sweetgrass
and outfitted with great set of Michelins to wander around with.
Doesn't
get any better than this.
"
We are persons with a desire for variety. Rigid routine can
make our spirits sag. Following the same path at the same
time every day, repeating and repeating without the slightest
change, dulls the spirit. Life gets to be routine because we
let our minds fall into a rut that has no future. Nagging
fear enters when living falls into inertia, and we are troubled
not so much by what is going on around us as what is going on
inside. There are many words for spirit, but the Cherokees
call it a
da nv to,
or life, v
le ni to nv.
It means to show some initiative, some serious intention. It
is not something we only hope to have one day. It is a
necessity - moisture that feeds the roots and sunlight that draws
new life.
But
it must be stirred up. "
A
Cherokee Feast of Days
Joyce
Sequichie Hifler
Council
Oaks Books
USBN
0-933031-68-8
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