You Are 40% Democrat |
![]() If you're still voting Republican, maybe it's time that you stop. |
You Are 12% Republican |
![]() You're a staunch liberal, and nothing is going to change that! |
This must mean I'm 48% something else.
No surprise there.
You Are 40% Democrat |
![]() If you're still voting Republican, maybe it's time that you stop. |
You Are 12% Republican |
![]() You're a staunch liberal, and nothing is going to change that! |
This must mean I'm 48% something else.
No surprise there.
This playlist meme is from scribblingwoman, who says she doesn't usually post playlists, but...
. . .this music meme is a lot like found poetry. The trick is to put your music on shuffle and then take each track as it comes and fill in the following categories for the movie of your life...
So here's mine -- and I have to say, it's almost eerie:
[Added later: it seems odd to me that the meme is all about relationships -- and not at all about work. But then, I'm odd, I know...]
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You probably know that the Rolling Stones were in Missoula this week. At least one Montana blogger attended the concert; my next-door neighbor and I just sat on the deck and listened, watching the light show reflect off the cloud cover. She stuck with it the whole time; I came & went.
The other next door neighbors had a pre-concert party and then went, with their many and happy guests, off to the stadium. The morning after, I spotted this dinosaur floating above their fence. A party gift from daughter-in-law.
What could she have meant?
Hmmm???
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This site is:
by Official Web 2.0 Certifyrbeta
Now maybe I can go to sleep. Now that that's taken care of.
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Today I'm just playin' around...
Some of these links I've posted before:
Poetry Tool. Via Ample Sanity
My girl poet name is Amanda Blatherfroth. My boy poet name is Sir Francis De La Smarme. What's yours? Hers. His. Also via Ample Sanity, of course.
Others are new:
Magnetic Poetry
randomly generated beat poetry
NobodyHere [dunno what to tell you -- except use your mouse liberally]
depictr
And finally, today's challenge: The Poetry Cube:
The Poetry Cube (the first of three interactive digital poetic machines) acts as a bridge for print poets to rethink/create/write their poems in a 3-D, multi-dimensional, multi-linear form. We havent yet figured out how many different combinations one 16 lines poem creates once entered into the Poetry Cube, so explore and play and tell us your thoughts on how it makes you rethink your writing. -- Jason Nelson
And this is a challenge, to write, non-linearly. Sort of three-dimensionally. Awkwardly.
I gave it a try:
Explore. You will find more successful attempts -- there are a few familiar names on that list.
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It has come to my attention that my website is not keeping up with the times. Or the Web2.0h! Or something. So I've decided to update:
Podcasts. Roll your own roll-your-own. Dynamic inline updating with yellow fades!We're about what Web 2.0 is about. We shall transcend borders. Hack it. Single. Word. Sentences! Clustering. Faster. Faster! The new is old. Label what defies categorization. MSM just doesn't get it. Splog is an aggregate noun. This is newer media. Always be launching. The words aren't what they were. Clear that. Give the users what they want. This will change everything. It's the wave of tomorrow. An AJAX-driven GUI. Cry out, blogosphere! It's all changing. You need someone who gets it. Float this. On-demand streams. 2.0! 2.0 is the new New. Feeds. The buzz is loud and clear. It's all about community. We are on the brink of a new age. Taggable folksonomies. With one click. "ASL" is geezer speak. Out of the box. News clouds. Social is the new push. [What was the question?]
Whaddya think?
[Up-To-Dating courtesy of the Web 2.0 Bullshit Generatorâ„¢, via TechCrunch]
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This week's Poetry Thursday topic is humor in poetry. I went through most of my poems, and gosh -- I'm not very funny. Amusing, sometimes, maybe -- but only dry.
Even the small poems I thought, at writing, were funny -- aren't really:
sitting alone
at a table for two
drinking lemon tea
This is as close as I can get (so far, anyway) and it's not exactly funny, but sort-of funny, and was actually inspired by a joke:
exposed
i am like the woman
speaking and listening
on the telephone
when a hot flash
comesimmersed in
conversation
she absently removes
one warm garment
then anotheruntil she stands
in her living room
before the undraped
windows
cooled and nakedas these words
fall from me
till i stand quiet
in the breeze
of your voice.
I look forward to what others come up with. Laughter is good for me.
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Cartoon from Hugh Macleod via how to save the world
I'm way behind in my blog reading, due to all my blog-tweaking -- and this is one of the first things I came across while catching up.
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