{"id":1507,"date":"2010-11-26T19:35:59","date_gmt":"2010-11-26T23:35:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/?p=1507"},"modified":"2010-11-29T01:58:11","modified_gmt":"2010-11-29T05:58:11","slug":"friday-night-this-blog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2010\/11\/26\/friday-night-this-blog\/","title":{"rendered":"Friday night &#8211; this blog.."},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pBlogBody_197534957\" class=\"blogContent\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t    This is what I wrote 4 years ago yesterday.. It was my first entry in this blog.. complete with misspellings.. <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#0000ff\"><i>Friends,<br \/>    Our beutiful son Sam died this Monday while<br \/>\nhaving the time of his life with friends in Florida. . Our feelign of<br \/>\nloss is overwhelming.. but so is the feelign of love that we&#8217;re getting<br \/>\nfrom our community and family.. Sam was such a special person.  He<br \/>\npacked so much living into his fourteen years. He was one of my best<br \/>\nfriends. Like many people, I  wanted to be more like Sam as I grew up.<br \/>\nHe was one of the most honest, true and real people I&#8217;ve ever met. He<br \/>\nwas so passionate about everything he did&#8230; his music&#8230; his<br \/>\nsnowboarding.. his sports.. his friends.. his family. I can still feel<br \/>\nhis strong arms hugging me as he did every day when I came home from<br \/>\nwork.  Sam is not goign to be around to hug me now.. but I promise to<br \/>\nkeep his memory alive and pass on his wonderful spirit. All of you<br \/>\nreading this blog could do us a big, big favor by doing the same. Pass<br \/>\non the Sam&#8230; love your families, love your friends, be true to yourself<br \/>\n and be passionate about what you do. The more Sam we pass around.. the<br \/>\nbetter our world is going to be. <br \/>   I&#8217;m going to do my best to keep<br \/>\nblogging for the first year after Sam&#8217;s death as a way of working<br \/>\nthrough things.   Our lives are forever changed by losing Sam.. but they<br \/>\n are forever brightened by knowing him as only parents can. Remember<br \/>\nPass on the Sam<br \/>Love -John<br \/><\/i><\/font>\n<\/div>\n<p><font color=\"#0000ff\"><i>]<\/p>\n<p><\/i><\/font><\/p>\n<p>If you&#8217;re reading this &#8230; chances are that you know I started this blog 4 days after Sam died..I started writing as a way of working through my new grief..that and as a way for our family and friends to keep track of how wwe were doing. Frankly, it became exhausting to answer the heartfelt question &#8216;how are you&#8217; so many times for so many people..   Over the past four years this blog has helped me work through the unthinkable.. at times it&#8217;s been the one place I felt I could get words around my thoughts&#8230;. as time passed.. it became a mix of what I was thinking.. and what I was doing.. sometimes it captured my most painful feelings.. other times it was only what I was doing with my day..  There were times I couldn&#8217;t wt to sit down and write..there were other times I couldn&#8217;t stand the thought of having to recount another leaden day..   I almost quit writing so many times.. <br \/>   I never did&#8230; so .. with the exception of my time on the colony, I&#8217;ve written every night for four years..   That includes at least a dozen countries, probably 80 hotel rooms . Sometimes I&#8217;ve had more than a thousand readers in a night.. sometimes as few as 90&#8230;   As of last week when #$%@ing myspace changed their system there were between 400 and 600 folks reading every night..with just about 480,000 reads.  I even wrote code which blonks the lights in our ell tower every time soemone reads the blog.  I started blogging in myspace because that was the only thing going at the time&#8230;. I had a myspace page.. as did each of the three boys. Now myspace is almost an anachronism.. At its best, it was  certainly the worst blogging environment.   Now.. they&#8217;ve made it worse&#8230;<br \/>   Last week Myspace made a bunch of changes in order to try to keep up with Facebook. In making the changes they&#8217;ve taken away the ability to go to a post on a particular date, ..they&#8217;ve invalidated all the links I had to prior blog entries.  they&#8217;ve taken away the RSS feeds that I used to copy my blog to facebook, twitter and my own website htttp:\/\/<a href=\"http:\/\/www.msplinks.com\/MDFodHRwOi8vam9obmNvaG4ub3Jn\" target=\"_blank\">johncohn.org<\/a>   .. they got rid of the cutom headers I used to point folks at the samstone webstie and the sam foundation. they also broke the method I used to blink the lights in our house when someone reads the blog. . and they the have provided a way to back up your content.. or retrieve your old posts. Luckily, I sensed something changing when the interface changed suddenly 2 and a half weeks ago. I quickly wrote some PYTHON ode to grab all of my old posts.. .. not a moment too soon, the next day they removed the method I used to track the content backwards in time.. What pisses me off most is that they have not answered a single of my email queries. <\/p>\n<p>So&#8230; I think I&#8217;m going to have to move my blog..  I worry that when I move it.. folks will loose contact with me.. but.. I do need to do something. <\/p>\n<p>Will you come with me if I change where this blog lives ? Please let me know&#8230; <\/p>\n<p>Right now.. I&#8217;m going to sleep&#8230;<br \/>more tomorrow&#8230; <br \/>looks for changes in this blog<\/p>\n<p>ntite all, nite sam&#8230;<br \/>-me<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is what I wrote 4 years ago yesterday.. It was my first entry in this blog.. complete with misspellings.. Friends, Our beutiful son Sam died this Monday while having the time of his life with friends in Florida. . Our feelign of loss is overwhelming.. but so is the feelign of love that we&#8217;re &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2010\/11\/26\/friday-night-this-blog\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Friday night &#8211; this blog..<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1508,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1507\/revisions\/1508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}