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I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends; For all the lovely light begotten, I'm paying now in feeling rotten. --Samuel Hoffenstein |
Sunday, March 21, 1999 This 'N' That A roundup of miscellaneous stuff I haven't gotten around to noting until now:
I added another journal to my list about a week ago. It's called Treacle Well, and it's written by another student and language fanatic, named Erin. Unlike me, her sphere of language knowledge includes more than just English. The content is very interesting, and I've been simply drooling over the layout. (On the other hand, my site still looks better in Lynx. So there! <g>)
Don't worry; I won't be using that really annoying flashing-lights-and-blinking-text combination again anytime soon. In fact, I think it's the first time I've ever used the <blink> tag, which I generally consider to be sheer evil. But there's an exception to every rule, and I thought that qualified.
There's been a lot of discussion on the journal lists lately about interaction between online journalists and their readers. Some people complained about getting e-mail correcting typos and code errors; others really wanted that sort of thing. Other sources of contention included what journalists owe their readers, and vice-versa. For what little it's worth, here are my personal feelings on this, and related issues: The way I see it, I owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing. I could stop writing this tomorrow if I wanted to; alternately, I could keep it going for years. (I'm hoping for the latter, but that's beside the point just now.) Clearly, it's in my best interests to update this regularly, with interesting content, if I want to have any readers, but that's not the same as a binding obligation, as some would have it. For your part, you're under no obligation to do anything in particular. You can read this or ignore it at your leisure, and write to me -- or not -- as you please. With that having been said, I do appreciate mail. With that having been said, I'm terrible about replying to it. I have a non-journal-related e-mail backlog the size of Montana right now, and it's only getting worse with time. Which is one reason I wouldn't outright solicit the stuff; I know I can't guarantee that I'll answer it. Still, I do manage it sometime. So if you do want to send me mail, please feel free. I have no objections. That's what the "Contact" link at the bottom of every entry is there for. :-) For that matter, I'm quite happy to hear about recent typographical errors and code problems, if any, or any other constructive criticism regarding the site.
In a postcard this evening, Columbine wrote a bit about my entry on Dr. Faustus of last week. She suspects the oral sex reference is a product of a couple of dirty minds, which might be the case, but that's not the point I want to talk about here. :-) Towards the end of the postcard, she mentions a game I'd been unaware of, called "Bouts Rimes," which involves taking the first line of a famous poem, and writing a second, rhyming line, in the same meter, for comedic effect. She correctly speculates that this would be right up my alley. Here are my first few tries...
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To be or not to be, that is the question; Such musings often give me indigestion.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
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I think you're going to see further attempts pop up in this journal in the future. I'm having way too much fun with this.
There are just 50 shopping days until my birthday! :-)
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