Next up: move the photo blog

Moving the blork blog back to was pretty easy. I was hung up for a day or so on a permissions issue, but once I figured out what the problem was (permissions on the Web server) and figured out how to fix it (temporary 777), WordPress’s Moveable Type Import script sucked in all of my posts, comments, categories, and all.

Photos and images came in seamlessly too. But that’s because of a bit of foresight on my part. You see, when I first switched from Blogger to Typepad back in 2003, I was horrified at the way that Typepad handled images. I’m used the old fashioned method – you have a folder full of images, and you link to the image in that folder. Easy.

But not so Typepad. If you use Typepad’s “upload” feature for images, you end up with your images scattered around in a huge and incomprehensible bee’s nest of folders and locations. Knowing that my time at Typepad was limited (I always wanted to move back to, I made it a point to never use that feature because I knew that migrating it would be a nightmare. Instead, I’ve been FTPing my photos to a folder on, and linking to them from there.

So when I moved my blog, the photos did not move, but their addresses stayed valid.

The next big challenge is to move the Monday Morning Photo Blog. That will be more complicated, because I want to do more than just transfer it – I want to rebuild it completely, so the structure and navigation is more like what one expects from a photo blog.

Expect to hear complaints.

But at least I won’t have to move the actual photos, because they too have been on since day-one. In the meantime, you might want to check out this week’s photo: a night view of the full moon seen from via Coronari in Rome.


One evening a few weeks ago, Martine and I took a stroll over to Piazza Navona, in Rome. As we negotiated the narrow passageway into the piazza from corso Vittorio Emanuele II, I noticed things seemed a little more crowed than usual. In the piazza, the periphery on the west side was cordoned off with metal barricades, as if they were expecting a parade, or maybe a demonstration. While a few distracted cops made a half-hearted attempt to keep the path clear, I heard a throaty roar from the north end of the piazza.

Roadster Rally, Piazza Navona, RomeAs the sound grew closer, the cops swept people back behind the barriers. I pushed to the front of the crowd to see what was coming, just as an old roadster from the 1930s roared into view, headlights blazing in the fading light. What a beauty! Behind it was a small red roadster, probably something Italian from the 1950s. Behind that was another roadster, then another.

Apparently there was some kind of roadster rally going on. Not a racing rally, more like a parade rally. The cars would stop, gun their engines, then surge ahead a few dozen feet and stop again. Occasionally someone would let a large gap open in front of them so they could stomp on the gas and close the gap in a thundering roar.

I’m no car expert. In fact, I’m pretty much against most auto racing because I see it as a loud and polluting exercise in irresponsible excess. But there’s something about a two-seater roadster that just gets to me.

Roadster Rally, Piazza Navona, RomeIt has nothing to do with speed. I don’t need them to go fast. But I love the styling and the connection with the road you feel in a small, open-air, two seater convertible. Especially the old ones with their loud spluttering engines. Those old engines are terribly inefficient, and they blow a lot of smoke, but the sound of those dual exhausts almost makes global warming worth it.

I don’t know if I’ll ever own a two seater roadster. One of my favorites is the Triumph Spitfire from the 1960s. Terrible cars, really. Unreliable, always breaking down, unsafe at any speed, and pretty gutless with that little 1300 cc engine spitting out about 80 horsepower. But what a feeling when you’re tearing down the street and your ass is only about six inches off the ground. All the knobs, dials, and switches are in miniature, and everything is entirely mechanical. No computers, no sophisticated electronics. Just an internal combustion engine banging away, inches from your foot, entirely at the will of that foot and a few mechanical linkages.

I can dream. In the meantime, I was a beautiful sight that evening in Piazza Navona. There were dozens of cars in the rally, mostly antiques. They seemed to be doing a loop through some surrounding streets, because two hours later we passed through the piazza again, and there were still some roadsters doing the circuit. Later still, around midnight, a few of the very dedicated ones were still going around.

rallyNaturally I took pictures. As you can imagine, taking pictures of moving vehicles at night isn’t easy. But I got some nice dream-like ones, with motion blurs and other strange effects. My favorite is here (this week’s Monday Morning Photo Blog entry) and some others are on Flickr, starting here.