*Original Presence* by Laynie Browne
Octopuswoman [click here]
is one of 12 illustrations by Toni Simon from Laynie Browne's new book of poetry *Original Presence* just published by Shivastan [click here] on handmade paper in Nepal.
"Upon recitation of the verses of the sea
Listeners gather their hems above the salty foam"
The mind's truth needs fiction's face.
Sunday, November 19
Saturday, November 18
Thursday, November 16
Tuesday, November 14
Monday, November 13
Saturday, November 11
Friday, November 10
Thursday, November 9
Wednesday, November 8
Tuesday, November 7
Monday, November 6
Saturday, November 4
Friday, November 3
Thursday, November 2
Monday, October 30
Saturday, October 28
Friday, October 27
Wednesday, October 25
Contradicta
Just as there are shrewd animals who fake death in order to deceive predators, there are artists who feign failure in order to elude imitators. This device does not discourage the bottom feeders, however.
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One might as well cloak one's generosity in an air of indifference, since where kindness is viewed as weakness, loneliness prevails.
Just as there are shrewd animals who fake death in order to deceive predators, there are artists who feign failure in order to elude imitators. This device does not discourage the bottom feeders, however.
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One might as well cloak one's generosity in an air of indifference, since where kindness is viewed as weakness, loneliness prevails.
Tuesday, October 24
Contradicta
Victors are careful to conceal their disillusionment with the rules of the games they wish to win. "Confidence" is at the heart of this charade.
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Artists must get lost in order to discover anything as the freeways lead only to gas stations, malls and parking lots.
Victors are careful to conceal their disillusionment with the rules of the games they wish to win. "Confidence" is at the heart of this charade.
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Artists must get lost in order to discover anything as the freeways lead only to gas stations, malls and parking lots.
Monday, October 23
Contradicta
As writers climb the ladder to success they are wise to shed their feelings because the clouds, for example, that appear so substantial from below, from the top rung appear flat, where it also lonely because there is only room for one. This is a dilemma, however, for their readers, who expect to feel something in order to be convinced, when they read it, that the work remains substantial.
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Friendship is a game of chess that should be played more gently and appreciatively as time goes on, otherwise the opponants will deprive themselves of the partners who have so steadily inspired them.
As writers climb the ladder to success they are wise to shed their feelings because the clouds, for example, that appear so substantial from below, from the top rung appear flat, where it also lonely because there is only room for one. This is a dilemma, however, for their readers, who expect to feel something in order to be convinced, when they read it, that the work remains substantial.
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Friendship is a game of chess that should be played more gently and appreciatively as time goes on, otherwise the opponants will deprive themselves of the partners who have so steadily inspired them.
Sunday, October 22
Friday, October 20
Thursday, October 19
Wednesday, October 18
Contradicta
To tolerate one's own suffering or that of others without trying or at least wishing to reduce it is itself a kind of evil because, as suffering grows, so does evil.
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Celebrities who are prolific and talk freely inspire affection because they give the impression that at any moment they might blurt out the secrets of their success.
To tolerate one's own suffering or that of others without trying or at least wishing to reduce it is itself a kind of evil because, as suffering grows, so does evil.
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Celebrities who are prolific and talk freely inspire affection because they give the impression that at any moment they might blurt out the secrets of their success.
Tuesday, October 17
Contradicta
Strength is as important for love as kindness since it is as crucial to challenge the neglect of those whose love we want as it is to challenge our own neglect of those who want our love.
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Perhaps before photography, prior to the omnipresence of the pose, people looked- and therefore felt- more like themselves.
Strength is as important for love as kindness since it is as crucial to challenge the neglect of those whose love we want as it is to challenge our own neglect of those who want our love.
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Perhaps before photography, prior to the omnipresence of the pose, people looked- and therefore felt- more like themselves.
Monday, October 16
Friday, October 13
Tuesday, October 10
Friday, October 6
Thursday, October 5
Wednesday, October 4
Tuesday, October 3
Sunday, October 1
Contradicta
The unbending competitive drive that facilitates taking pleasure in condescending to or disparaging some, while glorifying others, joins stealing elections, the Bush crowd, torture and terrorism in that horrific, intractable slide towards dismantling democracy.
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Equality plus empathy equals nobility.
The unbending competitive drive that facilitates taking pleasure in condescending to or disparaging some, while glorifying others, joins stealing elections, the Bush crowd, torture and terrorism in that horrific, intractable slide towards dismantling democracy.
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Equality plus empathy equals nobility.
Thursday, September 28
Tuesday, September 26
Saturday, September 23
Friday, September 22
Monday, September 18
Friday, September 15
Wednesday, September 13
Contradicta
People drive each other crazy more or less continuously and then endlessly deliberate and debate about how others should behave.
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You could multiply the dictionary by a thousand and still not have enough words to describe what most people think and feel in a single day.
People drive each other crazy more or less continuously and then endlessly deliberate and debate about how others should behave.
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You could multiply the dictionary by a thousand and still not have enough words to describe what most people think and feel in a single day.
Tuesday, September 12
Thursday, September 7
Contradicta
What is the difference between being very patient about the suffering of someone you care about and being indifferent to it? Shouldn't we insist on the other's attempt at happiness- or at least try and make them laugh?
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Because it is so common and yet so unique persistence in caring remains largely invisible. What is occasionally noticed are the results and these are generally ascribed to some special talent, ability or opportunity.
(for Mark Wallace)
What is the difference between being very patient about the suffering of someone you care about and being indifferent to it? Shouldn't we insist on the other's attempt at happiness- or at least try and make them laugh?
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Because it is so common and yet so unique persistence in caring remains largely invisible. What is occasionally noticed are the results and these are generally ascribed to some special talent, ability or opportunity.
(for Mark Wallace)
Saturday, August 26
Thanks to
The Casual Tee (Trevor Calvert) [click here]
for tagging me
What is a book that changed your life?
Sigmund Freud, The Psychopathology of Everyday Life
What is a book you've read more than once?
Charles Bernstein, Senses of Responsibility
What is a book you'd want to take with you to a desert island?
Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus
What is a book that made you giddy?
Ted Berrigan, The Sonnets
What is a book that made you sad?
Paul Auster, In the Country of Last Things
What is a book you wish you had written?
Bernadette Mayer, Studying Hunger
What is a book you are currently reading?
Sue Grafton, A is for Alibi
What is a book you've been meaning to read?
Mark Wallace, Dead Carnival
tag 5 bloggers:
Toph- Nada- Gary- Drew- Ernesto- Possibly all of these bloggers have been tagged already- haven't been following this thread closely enough this summer to know who hasn't been tagged.
The Casual Tee (Trevor Calvert) [click here]
for tagging me
What is a book that changed your life?
Sigmund Freud, The Psychopathology of Everyday Life
What is a book you've read more than once?
Charles Bernstein, Senses of Responsibility
What is a book you'd want to take with you to a desert island?
Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus
What is a book that made you giddy?
Ted Berrigan, The Sonnets
What is a book that made you sad?
Paul Auster, In the Country of Last Things
What is a book you wish you had written?
Bernadette Mayer, Studying Hunger
What is a book you are currently reading?
Sue Grafton, A is for Alibi
What is a book you've been meaning to read?
Mark Wallace, Dead Carnival
tag 5 bloggers:
Toph- Nada- Gary- Drew- Ernesto- Possibly all of these bloggers have been tagged already- haven't been following this thread closely enough this summer to know who hasn't been tagged.
Thursday, August 10
Wednesday, August 2
Tuesday, July 4
Contradicta
Powerful feelings perpetuate themselves by means of a trick- they promise- or threaten- to expand infinitely and eternally. Through moods, they try to install themselves indefinitely. But a mood is a replica of an emotion, only a product of the feelings that generated it.
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An hour of regret is enough for three lifetimes.
Powerful feelings perpetuate themselves by means of a trick- they promise- or threaten- to expand infinitely and eternally. Through moods, they try to install themselves indefinitely. But a mood is a replica of an emotion, only a product of the feelings that generated it.
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An hour of regret is enough for three lifetimes.
Friday, June 30
Thursday, June 29
Contradicta
Delight is the first language to be understood and the last to be forgotten. But from birth until death the meaning of pain rests opaque and obscure whose clearest expression is silence or a scream.
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Anyone can think of clever things to say but can you explain to yourself exactly what you were feeling first thing this morning?
Delight is the first language to be understood and the last to be forgotten. But from birth until death the meaning of pain rests opaque and obscure whose clearest expression is silence or a scream.
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Anyone can think of clever things to say but can you explain to yourself exactly what you were feeling first thing this morning?
Tuesday, June 20
Monday, June 19
Wednesday, June 14
Contradicta
A flame bursts into being; a wave rises and falls; sounds enter the air and, soon enough, they fade away. Each event leaves an immediate and resonating emotion for awhile. There is no thread, no connection. Only final emotions, among the gratitude that somehing existed, exists, and the memory; we look for a pattern, a story- surely we will remember one- but- soon enough we see this is once again a game, child's play-which is enough but can never be complete, only somehow a cloud from which emerges another burst or perhaps some notes behind a pattern of spray.
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Not much traceable in the thread- in the sands where the patch of fog settled there- maybe a bit of moonlight wrapped in the fog-no message- more like a brief and complete arrival on stage, a definable face or presence followed by its immediate disappearance.
[with a wave to Claude Debussy and Nico Vassilakis]
A flame bursts into being; a wave rises and falls; sounds enter the air and, soon enough, they fade away. Each event leaves an immediate and resonating emotion for awhile. There is no thread, no connection. Only final emotions, among the gratitude that somehing existed, exists, and the memory; we look for a pattern, a story- surely we will remember one- but- soon enough we see this is once again a game, child's play-which is enough but can never be complete, only somehow a cloud from which emerges another burst or perhaps some notes behind a pattern of spray.
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Not much traceable in the thread- in the sands where the patch of fog settled there- maybe a bit of moonlight wrapped in the fog-no message- more like a brief and complete arrival on stage, a definable face or presence followed by its immediate disappearance.
[with a wave to Claude Debussy and Nico Vassilakis]
Monday, June 12
Thursday, June 8
Tuesday, June 6
Contradicta
First I embraced my doubts like they were my closest friends and they betrayed me. Then I learned to send them away quickly, with few words, like a known enemy, and they deceived me. Now I greet them warily and entertain them for awhile hoping to persuade them to tell me why they came. Until I extract their secrets-even if I banish and forget them- they will haunt me to the end of my days
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You can't be sure until it's done but then how you did it is already a memory.
First I embraced my doubts like they were my closest friends and they betrayed me. Then I learned to send them away quickly, with few words, like a known enemy, and they deceived me. Now I greet them warily and entertain them for awhile hoping to persuade them to tell me why they came. Until I extract their secrets-even if I banish and forget them- they will haunt me to the end of my days
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You can't be sure until it's done but then how you did it is already a memory.
Monday, June 5
Sunday, June 4
Friday, June 2
Thursday, June 1
Wednesday, May 31
Tuesday, May 30
Friday, May 26
Wednesday, May 24
Monday, May 22
Contradicta
There can be no secrets between friends when your silence confides as much as your words.
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Coincidence is a wink in the eye of eternity.
[For Alan Davies]
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I ran into Alan at St Mark's Bookstore yesterday. He asked me what book I was buying. I showed him-"The Neurotic Personality of Our Time* by Karen Horney. He showed me the book he was carrying in his briefcase, the one he is reading with so much pleasure now: same book. He had purchased his hardbound copy at the Strand. I told him I was carrying in my briefcase, Horney's *Our Inner Conflicts*. We had never discussed our shared admiration for this terrfic writer.
There can be no secrets between friends when your silence confides as much as your words.
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Coincidence is a wink in the eye of eternity.
[For Alan Davies]
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I ran into Alan at St Mark's Bookstore yesterday. He asked me what book I was buying. I showed him-"The Neurotic Personality of Our Time* by Karen Horney. He showed me the book he was carrying in his briefcase, the one he is reading with so much pleasure now: same book. He had purchased his hardbound copy at the Strand. I told him I was carrying in my briefcase, Horney's *Our Inner Conflicts*. We had never discussed our shared admiration for this terrfic writer.
Saturday, May 20
Friday, May 19
Contradicta
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
Thursday, May 18
Wednesday, May 17
Tuesday, May 16
Monday, May 15
Sunday, May 14
Saturday, May 13
Friday, May 12
Thursday, May 11
Tuesday, May 9
Monday, May 8
Sunday, May 7
Contradicta
Wit is used more often to silence than to say.
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Ipod therefore I am.
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A Writer's Lament: the Bipolar side of Blake
Came across this surprisingly personal poem by Blake, written in a letter to Thomas Butts, August 16, 1803.
"O why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look each one starts! When I speak I offend;
Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend.
Then my verse I dishonor. My pictures despise,
My person degrade & my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my Talents I bury, and dead is my Fame.
I am either too low or too highly priz'd;
When Elate I am Envied, when Meek I'm despis'd."
[Penguin Classics Blake
edited by Alicia Ostriker]
Wit is used more often to silence than to say.
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Ipod therefore I am.
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A Writer's Lament: the Bipolar side of Blake
Came across this surprisingly personal poem by Blake, written in a letter to Thomas Butts, August 16, 1803.
"O why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look each one starts! When I speak I offend;
Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend.
Then my verse I dishonor. My pictures despise,
My person degrade & my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my Talents I bury, and dead is my Fame.
I am either too low or too highly priz'd;
When Elate I am Envied, when Meek I'm despis'd."
[Penguin Classics Blake
edited by Alicia Ostriker]
Saturday, May 6
Friday, May 5
Thursday, May 4
Wednesday, May 3
Tuesday, May 2
Monday, May 1
Sunday, April 30
Saturday, April 29
Friday, April 28
Thursday, April 27
Wednesday, April 26
Tuesday, April 25
Monday, April 24
Contradicta
The first inkling is that no one else seems to understand what you want. Then you realize you do not know. Then you know.
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The movement of life is like the wind. You can't see it but then a breeze comes along and you notice it's there; or it rushes at you suddenly and almost knocks you off your feet.
The first inkling is that no one else seems to understand what you want. Then you realize you do not know. Then you know.
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The movement of life is like the wind. You can't see it but then a breeze comes along and you notice it's there; or it rushes at you suddenly and almost knocks you off your feet.
Sunday, April 23
Saturday, April 22
Thursday, April 20
Wednesday, April 19
Tuesday, April 18
Monday, April 17
Contradicta
The ever vigilant ape within us (who remains, not out of necessity, but sheer compassion) continues to protect us, in spite of ourselves:- knowing full well that- out of vanity- we will deny its very existence should it reveal its face to us, or anyone else, even for an instant.
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Our affection for the books we love is similar to that of a parent for a child- as much for the fact that they very likely will outlive us as for the qualities we hold so dear.
The ever vigilant ape within us (who remains, not out of necessity, but sheer compassion) continues to protect us, in spite of ourselves:- knowing full well that- out of vanity- we will deny its very existence should it reveal its face to us, or anyone else, even for an instant.
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Our affection for the books we love is similar to that of a parent for a child- as much for the fact that they very likely will outlive us as for the qualities we hold so dear.
Sunday, April 16
Saturday, April 15
Friday, April 14
Contradicta
As you read further into the past writers were more often hopeful but desperately earnest; as you come closer to the present they are more often hopeless yet desperately funny.
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To span the space between the known and the unknown begin with the gulf between the thought and the said.
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*Shadows Within Shadows* Within Shadows
I googled Tom Beckett's blog Shadows Within Shadows today and found the dreaded Blogger: 404 Page Not Found.
Hopefully, Tom will return to blogging soon. I took this opportunity to reread all the chapbooks by him that I have. They are: *Wagers of Synthesis^ (Zasterle, 1997); *Separations* (Generator, 1988) and *Vanishing Points of Resemblance* (Generator, 2004). Here is a beautiful passage from "Vanishing Points of Resemblance*:
"For years I thought I knew that the accident occurred when I was five. My parents now tell me I was more like two years old at the time. Maw-maw, my grandmother, was driving and stopped abruptly. We'd just, so it has been said, purchased a goldfish. My little head smashed against the dash. Although it wasn't immediately apparent, my brain got scrambled. Up to that point, I'd been developing normally, could do somersaults, perceived spatial relations appropriately, etc. However, one day at the dinner table I flopped forward, began having convulsions. and all that changed. This was in the mid-1950's, an era that didn't celebrate differance. Unlike our current era which pretends to. I became extremely uncoordinated, the physical trauma having created a disconnect between body and brain. All cylinders weren't firing right. My mother's perfect baby wasn't perfect anymore. the coordination problem became worse still as I became ridiculously tall, having reached six feet by sixth grade and eventually topping out at 6'7" during high school."
..
As you read further into the past writers were more often hopeful but desperately earnest; as you come closer to the present they are more often hopeless yet desperately funny.
*********************************
To span the space between the known and the unknown begin with the gulf between the thought and the said.
****************************************
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*Shadows Within Shadows* Within Shadows
I googled Tom Beckett's blog Shadows Within Shadows today and found the dreaded Blogger: 404 Page Not Found.
Hopefully, Tom will return to blogging soon. I took this opportunity to reread all the chapbooks by him that I have. They are: *Wagers of Synthesis^ (Zasterle, 1997); *Separations* (Generator, 1988) and *Vanishing Points of Resemblance* (Generator, 2004). Here is a beautiful passage from "Vanishing Points of Resemblance*:
"For years I thought I knew that the accident occurred when I was five. My parents now tell me I was more like two years old at the time. Maw-maw, my grandmother, was driving and stopped abruptly. We'd just, so it has been said, purchased a goldfish. My little head smashed against the dash. Although it wasn't immediately apparent, my brain got scrambled. Up to that point, I'd been developing normally, could do somersaults, perceived spatial relations appropriately, etc. However, one day at the dinner table I flopped forward, began having convulsions. and all that changed. This was in the mid-1950's, an era that didn't celebrate differance. Unlike our current era which pretends to. I became extremely uncoordinated, the physical trauma having created a disconnect between body and brain. All cylinders weren't firing right. My mother's perfect baby wasn't perfect anymore. the coordination problem became worse still as I became ridiculously tall, having reached six feet by sixth grade and eventually topping out at 6'7" during high school."
..
Thursday, April 13
Contradicta
The wise philosophize well but are lax about the obvious. Dolts are inarticulate but wary and watchful. Who rules?
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The warmer the luck the colder the attitude.
4/11
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Which is more important the word or the idea?
Which is more important your feet or the ground?
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Be decent- dissent.
4/10
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Magic remains invisible and unknown because it must by discovered unconsciously and by accident.
It cannot be located, only noticed.
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Words descending like snowflakes or rain.
A few too many and I think about shelter.
4/9
The wise philosophize well but are lax about the obvious. Dolts are inarticulate but wary and watchful. Who rules?
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The warmer the luck the colder the attitude.
4/11
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Which is more important the word or the idea?
Which is more important your feet or the ground?
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Be decent- dissent.
4/10
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Magic remains invisible and unknown because it must by discovered unconsciously and by accident.
It cannot be located, only noticed.
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Words descending like snowflakes or rain.
A few too many and I think about shelter.
4/9
Wednesday, April 12
A Friend in Need
My deepest appreciation goes out to Christy Church, known to his blogger friends as Toph, whose blog Topher Tune's Times [click here] has been a favorite on my blogging trail from the moment I started out. Toph and I have occasionally stayed in touch by email over the years, and I can't begin to express my gratitude for his work in getting ::fait accompli:: back in working order. What began as a clumsy effort on my part last week to get my site meter back in working order escalated into a major nightmare when I clumsily tried to do things with html I don't know how to do. My thanks also to Toni Simon, Nada Gordon and Drew Gardner whose quick response, support and advice were very helpful as well. Toni put many hours in on an emergency basis immediately and soon made it possible for me to post my Contradicta on the::fait accompli:: sidebar.
Although I never doubted it for a moment, it brings to mind the kind of community we have here as bloggers. I think of all the blogs that have played a crucial role in my daily life for three years now - how much it means, has meant to me:- the ideas, the shared experiences, the links, the responses, the encouragement, the interactive energy- our ongoing community of bloggers.
As Ernesto Priego (Never Neutral) [click here] put it recently "Never underestimate
the power of the blog."
Toph, you're quite a guy in my archive!
As I said in the maxim just below, "Caring eyes think they can see and do anything. They are right." I was right.
My deepest appreciation goes out to Christy Church, known to his blogger friends as Toph, whose blog Topher Tune's Times [click here] has been a favorite on my blogging trail from the moment I started out. Toph and I have occasionally stayed in touch by email over the years, and I can't begin to express my gratitude for his work in getting ::fait accompli:: back in working order. What began as a clumsy effort on my part last week to get my site meter back in working order escalated into a major nightmare when I clumsily tried to do things with html I don't know how to do. My thanks also to Toni Simon, Nada Gordon and Drew Gardner whose quick response, support and advice were very helpful as well. Toni put many hours in on an emergency basis immediately and soon made it possible for me to post my Contradicta on the::fait accompli:: sidebar.
Although I never doubted it for a moment, it brings to mind the kind of community we have here as bloggers. I think of all the blogs that have played a crucial role in my daily life for three years now - how much it means, has meant to me:- the ideas, the shared experiences, the links, the responses, the encouragement, the interactive energy- our ongoing community of bloggers.
As Ernesto Priego (Never Neutral) [click here] put it recently "Never underestimate
the power of the blog."
Toph, you're quite a guy in my archive!
As I said in the maxim just below, "Caring eyes think they can see and do anything. They are right." I was right.
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