Taylored Memorial Creations

My Victory Dance I was talking with my friend, Francois, about some of the lethargy I was feeling dealing with two recent surgeries and facing the possibility of radioactive iodine treatments for cancer cells in my body.   We talked about maybe having something I can focus on, like maybe something to do once I am to the point where my scan comes back “cancer free”.   Whether it is in the next week or so, or whether it will be months down the road… I needed a “Victory Lap” or “Victory Dance”. You know, that “Victory Lap” the winning racecar drives around the track slowly, after he’s won the race.   Or when the football player has successfully outmaneuvered the opposing team to run across that white line for a touchdown, and then performs his own, unique “Victory Dance.” I decided this was a good idea, and I spent a couple of days mulling over possibilities.   I could do something daring, like jump out of an airplane, or take a hot air balloon ride, climbing a mountai...

I am normally a very decisive person.   But when it comes to creating a username, I get “username anxiety”.   I don’t know why.   For some reason it is extremely difficult for me to come up with what I think is the perfect, creative, sensible username that I not only want to use from here to eternity, but that other people will think is clever, and not lame.   For example, a couple of years ago when I signed up for Twitter, I spent a lot of time anxiety-ridden over my Twitter account.   I kept trying different combinations…should I try and make it professional?   Creative?   Memorable?   Finally, frustrated, I tried just “Kim” which, of course, didn’t work.   That’s how my Twitter name became “Kimitis”.   It is short for “Okay fine, Kim it is!!”   It isn’t really a disease called “kimitis”.   However, I do think I have discovered a psychological condition. Username anxiety that should be called “kimitis”.   Maybe I should ...

The Advanced Research Projects Agency Network, ARPANET , discontinued operations and merges into the Internet in 1990.   The ARPANET network was funded by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency of the United States Department of Defense for use by its projects at universities and research laboratories in the US.   It was developed by graduate students at the University of California – Los Angeles.   This merged into the internet. Tim Berners-Lee writes The First Web Page November 13, 1990.   The first web page address was http://info.cern.ch/hypertext/WWW/TheProject.html, which centered on information regarding the WWW project. Visitors could learn more about hypertext, technical details for creating their own webpage, and even an explanation on how to search the Web for information. This very first web page explained what the world wide web was and how to use it.   During the Christmas holiday in December, 1990, Tim Berners-Lee writes the software tools ...

I have had a Twitter account for a long time...but, I haven't used it much lately.  My current class at Bradley is "forcing" me to research Twitter and how to use it.  Very interesting, but still, very confusing.  I am curious what other people think are good "tweets"--What do you like to see??

Kindergarten, where I learned to comb my own hair!! My name is Kim Taylor, and my email address is kltaylor@bradley.edu  My mother named me “Kim” because she knew someone with a daughter named Kim and she liked it.  I grew up in St. Charles, Michigan.      I am married with two kids.  Both of my parents passed away.  My father at age 33 from pneumonia, and my mother at age 45 from leukemia.  My mother was half Sicilian, her father was born in Sicily.  My grandfather saw my great grandfather shot by "The Family" when he was five.  Our family was always very close, I used to know all of my cousins.  I tried to instill that importance of family to my kids.     My niece recently described me as the kindest, strongest, and happiest person she knows.  I think those are pretty good J   My three most favorite social recreational activities are going to the movies with family or friends, attending band events where my ...