Older blog entries for marnanel (starting at number 877)

triolets.org redesign

I finished the redesign over the weekend.

Would you all hit the random button a few times, and let me know your favourites? If you see any breakage, let me know as well, of course.

Thanks, everyone.

Syndicated 2011-03-27 18:01:51 from Monument

RIP, DWJ

Diana Wynne Jones, sustainer of the imaginations of me and a million others, has died after a long illness. I always hoped I could become a famous writer before she died, so I could thank her for being my inspiration.

Syndicated 2011-03-26 11:11:49 (Updated 2011-03-26 11:28:30) from Monument

triolets.org rethink

I'm thinking of redesigning triolets.org and making it into a (probably quarterly) poetry journal, instead of a forum.

As part of this, I want to redesign the look and feel of the site. What do you think of this? (Based on an idea from Rio.)

http://triolets.org/2/t1

http://triolets.org/2/t5

I'm not sure about the menu on the left-hand side. It makes the page longer for little useful benefit, since those links could be on the front page, and the front page is linked from the breadcrumbs.

Edit: Another possible layout, suggested by Fin: http://triolets.org/2/b/

Syndicated 2011-03-25 02:37:17 (Updated 2011-03-25 03:20:36) from Monument

Take a pew

My brother's hairy. I'm a smoother man.
I entered by the exit, without knowing,
They told me off, you know, but I began
considering: do YOU know where you're going?
I climbed a hill when I was in my teens,
And my companion vomited on me.
Still, life is rather more like tinned sardines,
And all of us are looking for the key.
Some find the key, they pull the cover wide,
and eat sardines, so fishy and so fine.
There's still the bit you cannot reach, inside.
Is there in yours? I know there is in mine.
Remember this when life is hard and scary:
that I'm a smooth, my brother is an hairy.

(ref)

Syndicated 2011-03-24 20:42:06 (Updated 2011-03-24 21:23:01) from Monument

marnanel @ 2011-03-22T19:04:00

The job search is going rather well. Thank you to all of you who have made suggestions or talked to people. It's all very appreciated.

Syndicated 2011-03-22 23:06:02 (Updated 2011-03-22 23:06:29) from Monument

Another limerick

I paused in my walking, for-- hark!
A cry from a house near the park.
I guess that I might
be acquainted with night.
I do have to stress that it's dark.

Edit:

A man owns this sycamore tree;
His house is too distant to see
me breaking my course
and confusing my horse.
But dammit, I needed to pee.

Syndicated 2011-03-22 13:57:07 (Updated 2011-03-22 14:05:47) from Monument

A limerick

Those plums were your breakfast? Well, bummer.
They've been in the ice-box all summer.
They've gone down the drain
but they've blocked it again,
so you should be glad I'm a plum-er.

Syndicated 2011-03-22 02:50:54 from Monument

Onwards and upwards

I think I'd like a new challenge. If anyone out there could make good use of a creative C/GTK/C++/Qt/object Perl/Python hacker based in Philadelphia with the ability to work in the US and EU, they can find my resume/CV at http://is.gd/thurman.

Syndicated 2011-03-18 20:24:33 from Monument

marnanel @ 2011-03-17T20:31:00

"Well, I don’t know if they were illegals, but they had illegal sounding names."

"Illegal sounding names?!? What the heck is an illegal name?"

"Oh, relax. Maybe she meant names like Murder McBurglary and Perjury von Assaultwithadeadlyweapon."

— from here

Syndicated 2011-03-17 20:32:26 from Monument

Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal

mactavish said on Facebook that she and deyo were making the life of their dreams, without having realized what their dreams actually were.

I said: I'm sure there's a sonnet in there somewhere.

She said: well, if anyone can find it...

So I wrote it for them:

Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal.
I've met them, though I'm not like that myself;
I'm wandering through life, a placid soul,
content to leave adventures on the shelf.
I've loved and lived without a way to know
the field where I should strive to be the best:
to pan for gold, or be a CEO,
or cure disease, or conquer Everest;
and likewise, you're a Poohstick in the stream:
you drift through life, without an end in mind.
We came together, neither with a dream,
both happy with our futures undefined,
our hoping open-ended; yet it seems
our life together's fashioned from our dreams.

Syndicated 2011-03-17 02:24:10 (Updated 2011-03-17 02:24:33) from Monument