I think my blog is fixed.
I hired a $100/hour expert to deal with my hosting company for me, while getting in here himself and making some changes to the Word Press stuff.
So far, everything is working… I’m afraid to get too optimistic.
Anyhow, rather late, here’s my NEW Taki’s column.
(I don’t even care about the “JOOOOO!!!”-y comments because I’m just relieved to have my site back…)
My grandmother never invented a thing. She was the utter opposite of a genius, and besides being cheap (my Christmas presents were often stuff she’d rescued from the trash), was uncouth, cold, and, well, Scottish: When other kids visit their grandmas, they’re served Kool-Aid and cookies and Coke; I was lucky to get a plate of saltines and a lukewarm can of Collins mix.
Like it (all those innovators!) or not (the woman ate tripe, ferchrissakes…), “Scottish” became my default nationality. My paternal grandparents were a mystery, and my father, mostly absent. All anybody ever told me was that “Shaidle” was German.
And even that was cast into doubt about ten years ago when some stranger assembling his family tree got in touch…