I've been reborn!
Well, not really. I mean, really, if I were reborn, don't you think I'd capitalize the word "reborn"? That's the kind of thing you capitalize, like pronouns or state capitals, or diseases you respect.
What I mean by "reborn" is I've finally figured out how to actually view my blog. I've written two posts prior to this one and I've never been able to view the blog. I'd get a message saying I've posted a post and when I go to view the posting I see no post posted. Such unhosted postings makes a lesser poster go postal.
But not me. I'm cool like flint.
Neither browser would display the blog. Until tonight. Only after I changed templates have I been able to actually view the spitriol I typed previously to this. I'm using one of the generic templates blogger provides for people too lazy to create their own. And if I may say something about that: Who wants to create their own? I mean, if you've got something good to say, then say it, and let your words, your voice stand for itself on its own. Don't sweat the presentation. Good writing is just that... good. Critics may lower their noses (or raise them). Good writing is either completely clear or so utterly vague that the author is credited with seeing the "big picture"-- a charge he/she must carry blithely, so as not to appear deliberate.
If you don't understand what I mean, then assume I'm full of shit. If you do, then smile knowingly and don't let the fools in on the secret.
Here's the fools' secret: Everyone shits brown.
Here's why it matters: Baby shit is as cute as shit gets.
My other thought on the subject is that it's pretty cool to design your own template for your blog. Call it packaging, call it design, call it revelatory context, call it wrapping paper... presentation is important. It's vital. It's vital the way first impressions are vital. It's vital the way boarding an airplane and making eye contact with the hottest stewardess is vital, it's vital the way handshaking can make or break a job interview. Design shows care and commitment, it shows passion. Done well, it shows a person who can care less, or one who can care more.
That pretty much sums me up: I more or less wish I cared more.
More later.
What I mean by "reborn" is I've finally figured out how to actually view my blog. I've written two posts prior to this one and I've never been able to view the blog. I'd get a message saying I've posted a post and when I go to view the posting I see no post posted. Such unhosted postings makes a lesser poster go postal.
But not me. I'm cool like flint.
Neither browser would display the blog. Until tonight. Only after I changed templates have I been able to actually view the spitriol I typed previously to this. I'm using one of the generic templates blogger provides for people too lazy to create their own. And if I may say something about that: Who wants to create their own? I mean, if you've got something good to say, then say it, and let your words, your voice stand for itself on its own. Don't sweat the presentation. Good writing is just that... good. Critics may lower their noses (or raise them). Good writing is either completely clear or so utterly vague that the author is credited with seeing the "big picture"-- a charge he/she must carry blithely, so as not to appear deliberate.
If you don't understand what I mean, then assume I'm full of shit. If you do, then smile knowingly and don't let the fools in on the secret.
Here's the fools' secret: Everyone shits brown.
Here's why it matters: Baby shit is as cute as shit gets.
My other thought on the subject is that it's pretty cool to design your own template for your blog. Call it packaging, call it design, call it revelatory context, call it wrapping paper... presentation is important. It's vital. It's vital the way first impressions are vital. It's vital the way boarding an airplane and making eye contact with the hottest stewardess is vital, it's vital the way handshaking can make or break a job interview. Design shows care and commitment, it shows passion. Done well, it shows a person who can care less, or one who can care more.
That pretty much sums me up: I more or less wish I cared more.
More later.
1 Comments:
At October 19, 2007 at 9:28 PM , Joanna said...
ET thanks for your comment. I ended the week well and had an amazing day. You're right - Life is waiting. What am I doing moping around? Thanks for the wonderfully positive perspective.
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