Lesson Learned

Earlier this year, I set out with a goal in mind to have a new domain to call my own. And last weekend, I did just that, and updated my blog. I had wanted to try a few things, so I started looking around and asking others questions about how to do things.

That’s when I realized that I spent last weekend wasting my time and this wasn’t going to work the way I wanted it to. Lesson learned. Time for plan B.

The previous version of this site was on WP.com. And while it’s good for most people, I really wanted to tweak a few key things to have it fit the personality of my writing. I wanted the formatting of the site to come from my voice, as if you could hear me writing it.

In my daily conversations, I have small asides that are relevant[1] and add to the conversation. They don’t take away from the conversation when talking[2], but that is hard to convey in written form. Using footnotes is a great way of doing them, but for how I speak, they generally aren’t good for my own use.

Enter Bigfoot. No, not the mysterious creature pictured in hundreds of blurry images around the world[3], but the popular footnote format used most famously in Instapaper.

This is exactly what I wanted to use to convey how I speak. And that is simply not available on WP.com; I checked with a Happiness Engineer (seriously, this is what they are called) and he confirmed that was indeed the case. So it looked like I was giving up on that convention on my site.

I’ve been told a number of times that if I’m going to write, I need to write for myself and write in my own voice. I need to have that as part of of my style with my blog. Sure, I could get by with the footnotes, or changing my writing style. But that wouldn’t be me. That wouldn’t be my voice. That wouldn’t make me happy.

So that’s when it hit me: I wasted my time last weekend setting this up all wrong. Is a WP.com site easier to manage? Yes. But does it do/look/feel like what I want? No.

So after some research — and admittedly not enough of it — I decided to try to a self-hosted install of WordPress. The install was smooth,and installing the necessary plugins was a breeze. I chose a new theme and published.

I decided to stick to this for a bit until I started reading up on installing the footnotes I want. Reading code is like reading another language for me.[4] I couldn’t find a helpful post to save my life: everything was verbose in the language of CSS, PHP, JS, jQuery, etc. But thanks to this plugin, it was a breeze.[5]

And so now that the site has been revamped again, I’ve learned my lesson. Hopefully now I can settle into the rhythm of writing.

The upkeep of the site will be different, and there’s sure to be a learning curve[6], but at the end of the day, this is what is good for me. And while you don’t have to live with me on a daily basis, it’s going to be better for all of us going forward.[7] This writing style is better suited to sharing my voice, and makes me feel just a bit more human.

  1. Debatable  ↩
  2. Oh look, a bird!!!  ↩
  3. Seriously, why the hell are they always blurry?  ↩
  4. And I suck at English enough.  ↩
  5. Do you know how long it took me to find this? So out of my league here…  ↩
  6. I still have to figure out removing the footnotes from the bottom of the page. If you know how, get in touch. (Update: I figured it out.)  ↩
  7. Kudos to my family and friends for putting up with my shit. I don’t know how they do it, because I can’t stand it.  ↩

Fresh Coat of Paint

For a long time, I have wanted a site to call mine. Sure, I’ve had my blog a little while. But I really wanted to have my own domain.

This past week, I had an epiphany: it was something that made me feel more alive than I have in a long time. The notes that I took for my idea was a bit crazy, very ambitious, but yet calming and attainable.[1]

I ended up buying two: one with future intentions, and one that I wanted to use here. So, I went to the place that everyone (and the mother of any podcaster out there) will tell you to use: Hover. And every single top-level domain (TLD) for “nahumck” was available. This should shock exactly no one.

Now that I had nahumck.me[2], I needed to link it to my site. I’ve had a WP.com site for a long time, but it was their web address. I wanted it to be fully mine (did you notice the address bar at the top?). Again, I ultimately wanted simple, so I kept my site at WordPress after some back and forth with other options. And aside from the theme I chose that spruced up the joint, the rest should be transparent to you.[3]

Now that the site is set up and done, I can finish a few more workflows, and then get to what I’ve always intended this to be – a place for me to share my thoughts. I can get to writing to help me. And if I get lucky, perhaps I will help someone else along the way.

Welcome to the new site!

I wanted to say a very special thanks to Seth Clifford. He has helped with a lot of guidance this week. I cannot say enough how much I appreciate his help and his friendship.💙

  1. More on this at a later date.  ↩
  2. Yes, Rob — I know that nahumck.plumbing was available. And although I considered it, the .me is better. So sorry.  ↩
  3. If I’m being honest, it’s probably transparent to me also. I’m not a whiz at this stuff.  ↩

Father’s Day 2015

This morning, as with many weekend mornings, I was awoken by my youngest son. “Hi Daddy! Boo!” It was 6:30am, and although it is a perfectly reasonable time for me to be awake, I was hoping to get at least a little bit of extra sleep.

He noticed that I didn’t have a shirt on. “Daddy, shirt!” (I’m not sure if it was because I normally sleep with one on, or if he is making a passive-aggressive attempt at calling me fat, but I digress…) He then proceeded to go over to the dresser, and open up my t-shirt drawer. He grabbed the first shirt he could, and brought it over to me. “Here Daddy! Come on! Downstairs!”

Although he woke me up early, I couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s learning so much, and he is such a polite boy. He always says thank you, and most times says please.

I’m sure I did similar things when I was a kid with my dad (probably not as gracious, however). Perhaps it was even worse for my dad. One thing is for sure — he’s proud of his grandson in two ways: 1) for being a polite, sweet, smart boy and 2) for waking his daddy up because it’s payback for the times that I did it to him!

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there, and most of all to the wonderful example that I have in my life. Love you, Dad!

New Things Coming

As of late, I have had a lot of things on my plate. Life has had its series of challenges for myself and my family, which has lead to neglect of several things in my life. I am the single biggest thing I neglect. As a part of that, I like writing. I’m not particularly great at it. But I don’t have to be. And that’s the point — I just need to do it. It doesn’t have to be long. It doesn’t have to be good. It just needs to be. So hopefully with the implementation of a few key things based on the suggestion of friends and family, I will be writing more about things I love, things I hate, and everything in between.(And if I can figure it all out, it will be on a new website – because it’s 2015 and I need something better than what I have.)

More to come…