That is, I love it when it WORKS!
And that even happens sometimes, miracle of miracles. But isn't it amazing how often technical things break - sure, there are more moving parts, so what? I know that binary code is just zeros and ones, so how hard can those be to organize? Yeesh.
Yes, the darn [breathing] blog isn't displayed correctly, (hence the hint to click the link). Alternatively you can scroll down on the main page.
Don't ask me why it isn't working. I have never had time for html, or more than basic web development. Big fast shiny databases have always held more sexy allure, along with all the fun of analyzing how to design the best system, and, even more exciting, how to get people to actually use them. (Jung would be proud of me, an armchair sociologist, or maybe social psychologist).
All I know is that "September" seems too much for my layout and Moveable type to handle, on this page, in this virtual space and so my blog is, mmm, interrupted. ?And seldom spell checked.
I'm am restless with the blog lately. I want a different look, softer graphics and pleasing colors. Strange that it would seem to call for redecorating, but I guess it's to be expected. We get bored staring at our own belly button, so we pierce it or add a tattoo or dress it up with a jewel or drape it with scarves...
I'm still not one to be big on decorating a room - an actual room. I love beautiful art, and comfort and practical things that WORK, unlike technology. I like old furniture that has many hands in it, from those that crafted it to those that fell asleep on the edge, or bumped their heads learning to walk, or cried on the hard unforgiving uncaring wood.
I love the spirit of the things that are handed down, as if all pieces could tell such stories, silent witnesses to the drama and ordinary days of people who once walked the earth, all with their own tale to tell...
So I'm trying to be patient with the blog, after all it has no arms, no cushions, no warm wood or weathered patina. It is such an infant in the world, and perhaps won't last, like the Edsel or like witch hunts and inquisitions and the torture devices that were de riguer once upon a time.
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