Category Archives: blogging

Read Write Rant

I have a love-hate relationship with personal websites.  Apparently, along with my mind, I often lose access to my admin panels, therefore keeling-ded-ded websites.

I sometimes mock my father for his ignorance of Google (Where did you put my Google?) and Facebook (I sent something to you–did you get it? No, Dad, you put it on your page and didn’t tag me).

I should probably cut that out.

I’ve broken several of them, you see.  One, a beautiful and professional one I had commissioned and had paid for but was too embarrassed to contact the designer to see if she could help me save it.  Another that I had spent weeks on, exactly how I wanted it to be, only to have something-or-other plug in break it when I installed it, and I couldn’t get the admin panel back.

So, anyhoo.

Eventually, I’ll be doing all of my blogging at www.njray.com. I just have many, many things to learn, and I’m not willing at this point to put all my eggs in one basket, so to speak.  So for now, I’m keeping the more personal things here, at the good-and-trusty http://www.lyricalfool.wordpress.com and leaving my more nerdly, book-reading, and ranty side at http://www.njray.

I’d be honored if you checked it out and let me know what you thought of it–fonts aside, as I’m still working on the presentation. And the, you know, website-side of things.

 

 

I Love You, But…

…you broke my blog.

I love wordpress. I mean, for the most part, I can figure out WordPress.

But now, after getting technical support for my Third column sort of just disappearing, I’ve been told I must go through every post and format the pictures in it (and something about the “read more” thing which I don’t understand) in order to get it back.

The picture doesn’t make sense. It works inside the post (i.e., within the whole of the text-post), just not on the main page.

Maybe I should just take pictures out of the main page, but I was trying to add a little visual diversity.

But I can’t deal with it right now, either way.

I’m just sad.

This makes me sad.

It worked fine yesterday. It wasn’t until I tried to copy posts from the other blog that I had problems with it.

Oddly enough, it happened (and the inability to upload pictures) just as I was going to (gulp) post the first full-length pictures I’ve had taken since my wedding.

Maybe it’s just not time yet. But at least I was prepared for it.

April so Far …

…Isn’t that different from March, only there is a very observable lack of ice cream.

I’m not exactly sure where I got the idea that life would be smooth sailing once I made a commitment to something. It’s been anything but.

I have (read: had) a short story due at 6 this morning. Not done. Lots of stuff: Not done. There are four-ish weeks of school left and there is so very, very much: Not done.

On the other hand, I’ve managed to see this guy (It was in March, but it was so cool that it carried over):

Phil Jones’ didgeridoo workshop. I think if I go to one every year, in about 10 years, I’ll have figured out how to play.

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Loving Me Some Mindlove

Oh, I have another blogging crush again. Despite Henry VI’s beady eyes glaring at me for my unmistakable disdain for Talbot’s bravado and ridiculous rose-picking issues, I’ve managed to temporarily misplace myself in the blogosphere once again.

I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. He has all the requirements: a large dosing of humor, a great narrative style, a certain je ne sais quois (or what passes for it in the States), and a good measure of honesty.

How I found him…oh, I think I accidentally clicked on the main WordPress page or something on the term “Facebook.”

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Spark Becomes a Flame

I won’t write about “Jambi” tonight, I promise.

I will say that, after having the CD, 10,000 Days, for a couple of months now, tonight was the first time I’d listened to it all the way through.

What an awesome, awesome CD.

Wait, I wasn’t going to talk about music.

When I first began blogging, Brahnamin was one of the first people I met in the blogging community. I was impressed by his humor and graphics; I was inspired by his rawness.

His post entitled Only as Weak as our Deepest Secrets is a perfect example of why I’m such a fan of this man.

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Tagged by Grace

Here it is, a trivia meme about me that has been passed on by Grace and is supposed to give you, my reader, some deep insight into the minutae of my soul.

After a bit of contemplation (and a friendly kick in the butt from Grace herself since I had drafted it yesterday, but didn’t know about the tagging part of it), I’ve decided to put a disclaimer on it. I won’t directly tag anyone since most of the bloggers I know aren’t into passed-on memes.

With that being said, if you’re reading this, and you have a blog, I consider you tagged. All of you. Every last one of you. A challenge, you see, one that can be accepted or declined and no one would be the wiser. If you’re a reader, though, I am very curious about you. Should you accept, I’d love to see you drop a comment linking your blog so I can read your response.

With that being said, here lies the minutae of my soul.

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I’m Going Back to Bed

But first, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged between dreams.

First of all, I’m not breathing quite yet. I have two paper re-writes due this week, one emailed by tomorrow, and one due on Wednesday. The B- one comes first, thank you very much.

Secondly, it looks like I won’t be graduating in May. I think it would bother me more if I weren’t so tired–but it does have its good points as well as its bad. I’ve mentioned that I’d like to get my MA in creative writing, and one of the “strong suggestions” if not requirements (I haven’t talked directly to Dr. Ted yet, just someone else who’s looking to get his is creative writing, too) is that a 200, 300, and 400 level writing classes are under the belt.

I took one, as a lark, over the summer. The 300 level one is being offered this Spring, and the 400 one is not til next Fall, which puts me smack in December of ’08 as graduating.

Which sort of bites, really. There goes the dream of getting some money together while making a portfolio and studying for the GRE. On the other hand, it does mean that I’ll be able to take two classes a semester, AND have the summer off. I’d still be able to study and write while just taking two classes, and I’d be a hell of a lot less stressed.

A whole summer off. I’ve been going straight through since January ’06. I think I could use a break.

Good golly, what would I do with myself?

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About that Break

I think I mentioned that this semester has been educational. I mean that in the most heart-wrenching sort of way possible. The semester is comprised of hours and days and months–not necessarily classes.

With that being said, I’ve churned out four papers, various small projects, and a mid-term. I have one more mid-term tomorrow night, and then I can breathe. My Chesil Beach paper earned an A despite the fact that I didn’t address what made me dislike the book so much. Oh yes, I discovered it, and it was at least in part what was responsible for the, er, moments I had been having. I’ve only gotten one other grade back, and it was a B-. A B-! A big fat minus to add insult to injury. It was on the significance of violence in a slave narrative, with three primary sources. I chose Olaudah Equiano, Harriet Jacobs, and Nat Turner. The point of my paper was to show how the authors believed it was endemic, systemic, and prophetic. I thought I had accomplished that pretty well, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. I’d debate my grade with him, but to be honest, even if he’d given me a B+, I’d still be taking him up on his offer for a re-write.

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Thank You

For your comments, for your emails, and, in certain cases, your phone calls.

I haven’t really responded that much simply because I didn’t trust myself to do so, but every single one of them is greatly appreciated.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks, and most likely won’t be any less rough in the next few weeks to come, but I’ll be updating soon, and, hopefully, with a whole new perspective.

Cause, you know, I can’t stay silent for long. My tongue (and fingers) atrophy, and I go into shock.

For right now, I’ll just say that this semester has been extremely educational, and I appreciate all of your good wishes and thoughts.

With great affection,

Your Fool