Blessed Silence…

If one finds one cannot endure the lure of the “little orange thingy” which informs one of new “likes/comments/follows,” &c, then the following solution should be undertaken:

  1. Log out of your account
  2. Create another user i.e. “davidemeronII”
  3. Set its primary blog to Private
  4. change the user’s display name to something like “REMOVE THIS NOW”
  5. Log out of this account and log back into your “real” account
  6. From each blog you use, invite your user (i.e. “davidemeronII”) to be an EDITOR.
  7. Log out and log back into your new account
  8. Check the email for the new account and accept all invitations you sent.
  9. Now, you can edit drafts already posted and nothing will change
  10. It is best to put the Author widget toward the top of the “Add New Post” page.
  11. Because it will default to user “REMOVE THIS NOW”
  12. Never post as this user
  13. Never comment as this user
  14. If you do, edit the comments or posts to reflect your normal username i.e.  “David Emeron”
  15. You will never receive any notifications while logged in this way.
  16. You can answer comments on this account, without affecting this
  17. IF you always remember to change the user when you are posting.
  19. When you are ready for the cacauphany of comments, likes, follows, &c, just:
  20. LOG OUT, and log back into your regular user account, and do whatever you wish.

(This post was published in this manner, my “little grey thingy” never changed into a “little orange thingy.”)

This is much better, and is far less nerdy, than using script blocking techniques.  I would much prefer that wordpress allow you to turn all notification OFF, but, until they do, this works perfectly.


Sonnet XI: The Art of War

How strangely opposite our sameness then,
My friend; although I know thy form–as hard
As mine–not pliant, nor as soft, we men;
Nor sweet, as  fond our distaff we regard.

With toil, these untendered limbs are scarred,
That reach for thee, though laughingly, with force
To equal thine, as though we will have sparred–
Yet battle merely reticent remorse.

And, having long since made our peace, the source
Of this reserve has fuelled our desire;
And brought us far along our wicked course!
That we, forbidden wickedness, conspire.

And–battle, artistry, or sin–we choose
This contest both would win, or wish to lose.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all: