Monday, February 19
Sunday, February 18
The Valentines pictured above span six decades, more or less.
When you send a Valentine,
That's the time for fun;
Stick it underneath the door
And run, run, run.
Pick a pumpkin
Put it in your heart:
For little Jenny
Also from that lovely book is this, intended for the summer fair in its cycle of seasons, but appropriate for this day as well:
Huckleberry, gooseberry, raspberry pie
All sweetest things one cannot buy.
Peppermint candies are six for a penny,
But true love & kisses, one cannot buy any.
"Love's a sweet no money can buy." ~ Father Fox
Monday, February 12
Google will one day have more of my life in its vaults than I care to think about. Mainly, I don't really care, as long as I retain copyright. I have nothing to hide that I'd ever put on here, and they're welcome to mine my data, I guess. I'll mind it, and they might mine it. Mostly I trust them because they're smart West Coast guys who love to innovate. Who cares that Amazon sells socks and electronics and is Soooo Big? It had good Pacific grass roots.
I should say something more meaningful to go with my lovely pictures, but they're so fine they need not my words.
I just read Neil Gaiman's short novel Coraline. It's a fresh, unique story with old touches, old fears and motifs. I also read a blog account of a talk given by Phillip Pullman recently. It wasn't the transcript, but a blow-by-blow from an attentive listener. The name of the talk was "Poco a poco: the Fundamental Particles of Narrative." (See? I just switched over to Google in another window and checked on the title, a quick blog search. Would would let me do this if it weren't for Google?) I'd print the link to the blog post but someone just said that netiquette prohibits hot links on blogs. I thought in some quarter, anyway, hot links were a major point of blogs.
The pictures were taken at a favorite little cove along Ocean Drive in Newport, my original home town.
Sunday, February 11
Just a metaphorical excuse to continue the coastal imagery. I'd like to shake out answers to a couple of comments. On style, remember that I am a copyist by trade, a collector, a librarian, a gatherer and gleaner, rather than a creator. Some of my sentences are mine. But I try to attribute those that are not, in the true bibliographic spirit. We librarians like to point to the works of others, just as museum curators showcase their gatherings so as to point to the wonders of the world. We do not pretend to be original, although we are inspired by the originals.
Okay, that was a lot of sand. Shake that out of your shoe, and let's move on.
Two practical bits. How to create tag cloud, like my "Cloud of Shards:" go to zoomclouds.egrupos.net and follow the directions. It takes a little playing around, but it's pretty easy.
On the question of how to show your past blog titles, here's the scoop, the straight stuff, the real deal.: switch to Blogger Beta . I learned a mantra somewhere in InfoLand: Beta is forever. Think about it a while; it's deep.
I also continue to drink the Kool-Aid of Google. Part of me secretly believes that I'll live to regret this slavish belly-up. But the adventuring library part says Google Ho! Onward and upward! It's cool, it works, and it's free! I really love grape and lemon-lime -- what's your favorite flavor?
Anyway, back to the question of formatting your blogpost titles. I can hardly remember the old Blogger, but in the Beta when you go to your blog and look at the tabs, you can choose "Template." Now, in the beautiful [lemon-lime] Beta version you are shown a graphical representation of the sections of your blog. the whole page. You can edit any section or create a new one (including a new "widget," such as my bookcover mashup from LibraryThing) without messing with inserting blocks of HTML into screens of code, as you did in the old Blogger. When you edit the Blog Archive it gives you several display choices.
Go for it. Switch to Blogger Beta. It's so easy. Root beer or cherry, maybe?
Saturday, February 10
Monday, February 5
It feels more like January this week, with freezing birdbaths and chilly winds. But the daffodils are fixing to open, and two crocuses are blooming in the front yard. This last week saw the birthdays of Langston Hughes and James Joyce and the deaths of Whitney Balliett, the NY Times critic; the great and too-early gone Molly Ivins; and Eric VonSchmidt, age 75, folk and blues singer of the great folk scare of the '60s, inspirer of many young and admirer of many old musicians. "Joshua Gone Barbadoes" is one of his great songs. and "Gulf Coast Blues," and his arrangement of "Wasn't That a Mighty Storm," about the 1900 Galveston hurricane that destroyed the city. Bob Dylan said he could "sing the bird off a wire and the rubber off a tire." (Quoted in NY Times obit, 2/3/07).
It is not enough to be busy -- so are the ants. The question is: what are we busy about?
~~ Henry David Thoreau, who also said "I like a wide margin to my life."