So my life is crumbling about me; maybe you’ll never see this post because feedburner won’t update…who the f— cares!
WILLIE’S in town come June, and I’ve got a great seat!
So my life is crumbling about me; maybe you’ll never see this post because feedburner won’t update…who the f— cares!
WILLIE’S in town come June, and I’ve got a great seat!
Help!
You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through to correct the feed here. I’ve risked all I’ve written in over three years, some 3600+ entries, disconnected, deleted, republished, reconnected, and still, on the IE toolbar feed brings me to up-to-date to March 24, 2004.
With all that happened that summer and the results that linger beyond, believe me, I would LOVE to go back to that date. Woulda’s, coulda’s, shoulda’s–if I could have seen what lay ahead, there wouldn’t be the grief I’m going through now.
Anyway, even the mighty power of the web and all its magic can’t do that, so please do let me know, if I’m on your feed system, if it brings you to the latest (today’s entry, 3-15-07) or back to the merry old days of March 24, 2004. You can leave a comment here or e-mail me at smgct1@comcast.net.
Thanks, I’d appreciate it!
I was alerted to the fact that a feed was not updating, the latest entry shown being one dated March 24, 2004. In checking out the problem, I realized that when I added Hypercompendia on feedburner, another account was issued to Spinning. That one worked–but jammed on Sunday, March 11, 2007. With no subscribers but me (I’ve been using Bloglines and just added a watch on Spinning to see how it worked), I deleted it.
But the old feed has quite a number of subscribers (thank you!). I don’t know if you’re getting the updates, but there has to be about 3000 entries made since March of 2004. I’m going to attempt to fix this problem but in doing so, I may have to delete the feed and start from scratch–meaning I may lose you unless it makes the transfer of subscribers (as promised) or you resubscribe.
But then again, if you haven’t read any of my writings for three years, you probably won’t miss me.
Wish me luck.
I hate it; that clouds control the day even
as the fiery sun burns just beyond.
Grey tulle shares more than color
with ice cold steel.
Yet which is stronger
to the touch of fingertips?
I hate it; that clouds control the day.
Even as the subject of feeds explodes into a massive question of change, I just noticed that a feed other than Bloglines hasn’t updated itself since Sunday, the 11th–while on Bloglines I’ve noticed daily posts since.
How trusting have we become–and how paranoid have I?
I’m seeing more and more hits from Turn It In lately in the stats. Checking the stats occasionally is a fascinating experience; I love seeing what’s been Googled to lead the Googlers here. It’s amazing. It’s also made me more aware of what photos in particular that I’m posting, and I’ve been removing some of the oldies, such as those of my dad, because I really didn’t think they’d end up on the Google Image finder.
While I was alert to the fact that many students were coming here to check out the postings on literature, I overcame my reluctance and figured that heck, if I could give somebody some different way of looking at a text, well, fine. But the Turn It In stats point to plagiarism, someone likely lifting whole paragraphs from the posts. Not good, kiddies–the ideas are free for the taking (if you agree with them), the words aren’t.
I’ve done this before, opened new weblogs when it seemed that my obsession with something overtook the weblog and sent it in another direction. Then when I finally decide to separate the topic out into a new blog, I end up either duplicating some posts that seem relevant to both places, or sit and ponder which blog a post should go into. This, after going through all the effort of transferring 120 postings because it took me that long to decide to make the move.
Well, I’m trying to come up with a solution and what seems best is a link to the post from here to there, or there to here, though the idea sort of carries with it a sense of self-promotion that taints the plan.
I’ve got a list of things to post about this morning, from playing cards to lemon trees and clouds, and though most will end up in Hypercompendia as new media based, Spinning as well has a lot of interest in new media as the projects are literary-based and you can’t make a split between text and multimedia anymore as a logical division.
But Hypercompendia, as well as Spinning, really, is just as much for my own satisfaction in keeping a record of some of my escapades as for sharing my thoughts with the masses. (Here’s where I write for myself; where the fiction is still geared towards a need to be read by others.)
Again, this is just a train of thought but certainly a question of the new media means called "blogging."
What is amazing about this book is the skill with which O’Brien changes voice in this three-ring circus. Especially with what he throws at us. Here is a short bit from the first person pov narrator, a university student:
Biographical reminiscence, part the fourth: The further obtrusion of my personal affairs at this stage is unhappily not entirely fortuitous. It happens that a portion of my manuscript containing an account (in the direct style) of the words that passed between Furriskey and the voice lost beyond retrieval. I recollect that I abstracted it from the portfolio in which I kept my writings–an article composed of two boards of stout cardboard connected by a steel spine…(p. 69)
Then, in Furrisky’s story, the cowboys and Indians arrive:
The whole place was burning like billyo in no time and out came Red wih a shotgun in his hand and followed by his men, prepared if you please to make a last stand for king and country. The Indians got windy and flew back to us behind the buckboards and go to God if Red doesn’t hold up a passing tram and take cover behind it, firing all the poeople out with a stream of filthy language. (p. 80)
While Ireland is still the setting, the change in lifestyle, era, and tone is within the language, not just in the descriptions. We’ve got trams and buckboards within the same sentence. We’ve got O’Brien’s characters changed by situation and environment, but by his opening suggestion, the characters maintain their basic traits–pulled out of the wings and thrown on stage to become what they are.
I’ve posted on this before, but this is exciting: MIT to offer its courses free online.
No degree or credits, but I have little doubt that this will indeed stand for something (as all credentials do) in the near future. One of my dearest friends is a MIT graduate, and he’s a VP at Fidelity. No, these syllabus/lectures/access courses aren’t going to make me one of them, but the resource of the lesson plans are certainly worth their weight in gold. According to the article, the idea is to share the education to benefit all and other universities are beginning to follow suit.
Nice day today. Did some work on Adobe Premiere, some laundry, then we took a ride out to Trader Joe’s.
First time there–we’d heard so much about it. But while there were tempting goodies, the prices weren’t that great–although they were in line, and it was so crowded I couldn’t stand being in there. Got panicky and we didn’t buy much. I worry about my tendencies lately to avoid crowds; that seem to be getting worse.
Then we went to Olive Garden to cash in on a nice dinner with a gift certificate; it too was crowded; a half hour wait-time, and it was only four o-clock. We didn’t wait.
So Jim took the back roads (I believe he does this just to screw with my mind) and we ended up in New Britain at Starofpolska. Fried piorogi–wonderful, but the fillings were no where near as good as mine. Odd thing though; when I ordered I noted that they offered 8 piorogi and just out of long established habit I wondered if I should get an order and a half. But I was finished at only 5. This started about a year and a half ago–just can’t put down the quantities anymore.
Still, a good day.
UPDATE: Done.
Down to about 60 Spinning posts to move over to Hypercompendia. Moved about a month’s worth at a time between heatpress mounting posters. When I’m done, unless there’s a hotsy-totsy new media issue that I absolutely need to share, there won’t be any more postings on the topic here in Spinning.
Did I hear a sigh of relief?
I’m tired and cold; long day in the shop. So I’m not in the best of moods and therefore, can possibly get away with one nasty:
All I could think of when I saw him on the news was that he’s a natural with the kabuki makeup.
Oh why the hell not…I’m doing it anyway; I may as well read Francine Prose’s book to make sure I’m doing it right.
Just about cracked the cover, but I’m liking this confirmation of my own thoughts:
Like most–maybe all–writers, I learned to write by writing and, by example, reading books.
Long before the idea of a writer’s conference was a glimmer in anyone’s eye, writers learned by reading the work of their predecessors.
What writers know is that, ultimately, we learn to write by practice, hard work, trial and error, success and failure, and from the books we admire. (p. 2-4)
Practice, yes, but only if you’re reading as well. You can print the letter B incorrectly forever if you’ve not seen the correct way to form it.
Prose does mention osmosis, and I believe that that is a large part of it. Particularly in vocabulary. Particularly if we bother to look up the meaning. Just as a child learns to speak before he knows about subject/verb/object or has heard of adjectives and adverbs, he has learned by listening to put sentences together.
Since I read for bother enjoyment and to learn, which is why I don’t read Danielle Steel, this book should both give me some new insight and reiterate the need for patience and development of close reading skills.
How embarrassing; realized that an entry I posted some time ago raging against Typepad is a big catcher of hits and it likely isn’t a fair and accurate reporting of my overall contentment with the service.
It was probably at a time when it lost a long posting on me, likely a book review that I’d put a lot of thought into at the time. Everything I write here is now written straight into the posting box (I copy and paste from the weblog itself into a Word Document for backup every couple days) so that it comes from the mind onto the screen. If it’s lost, well, aye, there’s the rub.
In opening up a new weblog yesterday and today, I’m discovering all kinds of goodies that Typepad offers that I would’ve known about had I read their e-mail notices or the opening page once logged in. Cloud tags, widgets, feeds, and now Vlog It are just a few of the items that I’ve been looking for in the past and am starting to use in the new blog.
I apologize to Typepad (didn’t send them a special apology cause I was kinda hopin’ they hadn’t caught the nasty post) for my temper tantrum, and while I could delete the post, well…that’d be like trying to change history.
This’ll have to do.
Wow. Maybe this will be an answer to embedding video clips into the weblogs:
From Adobe: Vlog It.