Day: February 28, 2025

Substack, WordPress, or Confluence?

Selecting a publishing platform depends on your goals. This post compares Substack, WordPress, and Confluence based on features, customization, and content distribution.

Substack: Newsletter-Focused

Substack is for writers distributing email newsletters and web-based posts. It offers built-in subscriptions and a simple interface but has limited customization.

WordPress: Versatile CMS

Powering over 40% of websites, WordPress allows extensive customization with themes and plugins. SEO tools enhance visibility, though setup complexity varies.

Confluence: Team Collaboration

Designed for internal documentation, Confluence supports structured content with spaces and pages. Public blogging requires extra setup and lacks SEO features.

Key Comparison

Conclusion

Substack is ideal for writers prioritizing email reach. WordPress offers flexibility for blogs and businesses. Confluence is best for internal collaboration, though it can be adapted for public use with effort. Choose based on content needs and technical expertise.

Further Reading:

• Substack
• WordPress
• Confluence

This post benefited from the use of Perplexity for research and fact-checking, ChatGPT for proofreading and structural input, and Gemini for fact-checking prompt development. The author remains solely responsible for the final content and its accuracy.

Just last weekend, my other half rolled out of bed, nursing what we figured was just a cranky neck. Little did we suspect, we were on the verge of diving headfirst into a five-day epic, a true test of our patience, our ability to catch some Z’s, and our mad Googling prowess. Picture this: the serene whispers of the night rudely shattered by the unexpected yelps of neck agony. Yep, that became our nightly jam. Despair? It pretty much invited itself in for an extended stay, like that one party guest who just doesn’t get the hint.

Here’s the thing about life throwing you a curveball like a sore neck turning into a five-alarm emergency: you learn a lot about each other. You learn that at 3 a.m., neither of you is as rational as you’d like to think. And that the question, “Should we call an ambulance?” can actually be a topic of debate.

The lack of sleep was a given. We were like two zombies, shuffling around, bumping into furniture, and muttering about cervical spines and ice packs. Sleep became this mythical creature we’d both heard about but couldn’t quite capture. Despair was in the air, sure, but so was determination.

We were in this bizarre dance of trying to keep it together, running on fumes and the hope that the next day would be better. It’s funny, in a way, how these moments of despair can bring you closer. You find humor in the absurdity of it all, like debating the merits of different neck pillows at 4 a.m. or the sudden expertise in chiropractic care you both seem to have acquired overnight.

In the end, though, it’s not just the gloom and the endless nights of tossing and turning that cling to me. It’s this little nudge, this reminder that we’re in this wacky ride together, navigating through stiff necks and the unavoidable zombie-mode days that trail behind. Life has this quirky habit of tapping you on the shoulder—sometimes gently, other times with a stiff neck and a generous dose of pandemonium. But it’s always, without fail, sprinkled with a dash of humor to light the way.

On This Day

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I “think” I am prepared, at least logistically, for JayP’s Backyard Fat Pursuit, a 200k fat bike race from Island Park to West Yellowstone … then back.

Resources:

• Track Leaders
• Live Results
• Web Site
• Facebook Site
• My Twitter Feed
• GPS
• Weather

My gear-list:

• Salsa Beargrease with Revelate Designs bags and Dogwood Designs Pogies.
• Required Stuff
  • 0*F Down Sierra Designs Bag
  • Big Agnes Air Core Insulated Pad
  • REI Ultra Light Bivy
  • JetBoil Zip
  • Black Diamond Storm Headlamp and Princeton Tec Remix with an additional rear tail red blinky
  • Map (will be provided)
  • Rented SPOT locator beacon
• Helmet (I know but feel safer) with wool cap, turtle fur balaclava
• Silk base layer, Red Barn jersey, wool hoodie, Patagonia micro puff, Patagonia shell
• REI prima loft mitts with shells and Smart-wool liners
• Red Barn shorts, REI winterflight wind pants, Patagonia pant shell
• 45 Nrth Wölvhammer boots, Darn Tough Socks wool long socks with backup pair and OR gators
• Two insulated 24 oz Camelback water bottles and a HydroFlask thermos complete with 3 batches of chia seed soup and bulletproof coffee on board
• 12-24 Epic Buffalo and Beef bars
• Tube and tools
• Olive oil infused with tea tree oil, MCT Oil, and grass fed cow butter

I am looking up into two tall trees and something I read comes back to me as if the internet webpage was right before my eyes. The words mirror my feelings. OK, so maybe I cant remember it exactly so I felt the need to go home and post it in my next blog.

As I sit here refreshing the 2012 Iditarod Invitational web page I can t help but wish I was somewhere else. Yentna Station to be exact.  Enduring with all the other people struggling against the races most challenging weather ever. I have been on my snow bike numerous times, 600 miles worth to be exact, but only a handful of experiences have given me the taste of what must be going on out there. And now the poem rings some sort of bell in my soul.

So there I was, pedaling like the wind on a training spin, right? Just zipping off the Scott Street Bridge when bam! I hit this gnarly storm drain hole. Now, most wheels would’ve thrown in the towel, but my shiny new Neuvation wheels? Nah, they just shrugged it off like it was nothing. But then, back at the ranch, I spot a flat spot on the rim. Tried to play the hero, fixing it up, truing it and all, but ended up with some spokes looser than my grandma’s dentures, making the whole wheel wobble like a jelly on a washing machine.

In a stroke of genius, or desperation, I shot an email over to John Neugent at Neuvation Cycling, expecting maybe a “good luck with that” kind of response. But color me surprised when he comes back offering a refurbished wheel for just 50 smackeroos. Considering the alternative was shelling out more dough than a bakery to rebuild it or forking over 200 big ones for new wheels, I was over the moon. Big shoutout to John!

If you’re ever in the market, I’m telling you, Neuvation Wheels are where it’s at. They’ve got your back like a best friend with a pickup truck on moving day.

I was talking to my Dad tonight when the battery in my phone went dead. When that happens you cant talk at all. They called back and got the answering machine. Then they called again. I was pissed and decided to end it all. Now I have no more phone. Follow me to my blog to see the results.

So I tried to throw it against the floor and it held up pretty well so I got out a hammer and made that little phone pay for being useless. The bad thing is that I forgot to take out my headset and it got broke.

So its off the Big Lots this friday for a new phone. Untill then, dont call me! Well you can but you wont get anything. What am I thinking no one calls anyway. Well I had a blast but now must hit the sack. I got one of my favorite workouts tomorrow. Big Gear Climbs! Oh yea!

Here I am, lounging around with my mom and sister, legs propped up like I’m some kind of royalty, but honestly? I’m just beat. Today’s ride took me east, chasing the horizon towards Rock Creek, and wouldn’t you know it? I got caught in not one, but two downpours. Let me tell you, getting soaked to the bone isn’t quite the adventure in this season as it is in the height of summer.

I reckon it’s time to hit the ‘ol blogging trail and sign off the internet – gotta free up the line for Dad’s call. Had this grand plan to pour my heart out in a blog post, but my brain’s decided now’s the perfect time to forget what on earth it was about. Ah well, to heck with it. I’m clocking out.

Hey, has anyone taken a peek at the new forum? It’s pretty rad. You get to shoot messages back and forth with other folks and dive deep into whatever floats your boat. And if your boat seems to be sinking because you can’t find your topic, just go ahead and launch it yourself! Meanwhile, in my corner of the world, it’s just an endless playlist of snow, cold, and a severe lack of exercise. Tried to mix it up with a photo walk last night, but it was more of an excuse to indulge in some extra munchies than anything else.

And here’s the thing – I think I’ve hit the ceiling with my new camera. Craving more control, you know? But jumping to the next level feels like diving into a pool of cold hard cash. I’m pondering a photography class, leaning hard into digital because, let’s be real, film is about as appealing to me as a screen door on a submarine.