Page Design & Decor
Since I have camped out here at Buoyantville for 1500+ days now, I am trying to bring some order to the massive disorder this has grown into. Even though Antville doesn't have all the snazzy features (and necessary features such as tags) more powerful platforms like Wordpress have, I am too lazy to move. Also after the recent Indian random & Kafka-esque ban/censorship of Blogspot, I think staying put on an German (which is where I think Antville.org is based) publishing platform may have its own advtanges. Oh! yes, another very good reason to stay on Antville is that it runs off on open source software, and I like open source a LOT. That said I hope to sort this mess out in the next few weeks.
Meanwhile, the latest logo is made from the macro of a poppy flower taken by Elle, an excellent photographer and intrepid world traveller, over at Flickr. I had previously written some words on this photo here.
My Daily Notes
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Migration
[a] Just for kicks, I am migrating to a new CSS sheet y'all. Leave a comment if this happens to break your computer, or on your computer. :)
[b]Yes, yes, I got rolling, BlogRolling. Attempting to come out from under the rock, am I? If you want to be put on (or for that matter taken off) the "Shiny Marker" list, just say so.
My Daily Notes
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Evening Notes
[1]
Signs along roads and pathways
for fireworks, pet food, shoes,
hair removal, hair grafting (persumably
not from the same bodily location)
highway exits, end times.
[2] A letter with news of a woman about to give birth to the music of shellfire. And if that infant lives, god willing, to be a woman herself, will she feel, I wonder, the muffled thuds of shells landing when her baby in turn kicks?
[3] A bird at the new feeder, first one I have seen, shy & tentative in the dusk-dark. A dove perhaps. A dove I hope it is.
[4] The compassionate one said, "With all your might and soul cotemplate the moment of your own death." Then perhaps, it will come, that for which we wait all our lives: a rain drop of uncorrupted love.
My Daily Notes
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