Can’tact me:

Of late, I find myself contemplating leaving the comment section of this blog “wide open,” i.e. deigning not to require logins or even unique UIDs. Would anyone like to weigh in on this matter?

In addition, I have recently added a contact page; although wordpress is still the best way to get in touch with me. I check my email approximately once a month unless I am specifically expecting an email from someone, or for some reason. I have therefore listed such contact information in descending order of effectiveness. I have never, for example, even run a skype client under my publicly known name; and wordpress does not allow active skype URIs in any event. However, in the event that someone is feeling very, very lucky and happens to catch me in an especially amiable mood, I offer up my skype ID in the event that said individual should wish to dial me over and over until his fingers bleed.”

On an unrelated note, I believe the next pay service I may buy on wordpress by way of celebration of some goal achieved will be the “No Ad” service. Even though such ads are only presented on individual posts and only to logged-out users; still, unpredictable content rankles my aesthetic sense–such as it is.

Twitter and Facebook links being recalcitrant:

This is one of those things, I suppose.  The things they warn you about.  Periodically one will have to renew ones ‘publicise’ links or else they will stop working.  So I hope I have done so now.   This is what I get for not maintaining my facebook page nor posting any fresh twitter links save the automatic ones.

A slight improvement to sequence displays:

As I have been reviewing the site, I have been renaming my sequence tags to the actual names for the sequences in question.  I shall be moving the sequence links from a menu widget to a links widget.  Which shall give me a different set of options regarding the positioning i.e. the order of such links.

In addition, while I have not yet found a way to reverse the order of sequence posts so that they may read from the top down, I have discovered that inserting links of the form:

https://davidemeron.com/tag/the-rain/#post-3643

will start the reader at the bottom, and therefore at the first entry in the sequence.  This, at least, will allow the reader to scroll upward through the posts in date order–which, after all is the “normal” blogging order:  oldest at the bottom, newest at the top.  And perhaps, this is good enough.

Pay it Forward is Nonsense

This I thought was well thought out. So much so that I also added a rather lengthy comment below the post.  I am quite sure it is riddled with grammatical errors so I include a copy of it here which I may correct in due course:

Bravo! I have long felt unsettled by the term to which you refer. I have always acted with kindness toward others; and when others are kind to me, this does indeed lift my spirits, so to speak and makes it a bit more likely that I will be that much more kind to any I should encounter. However I have always rewarded, in any way in which I am able, acts of kindness shown to me.

We often forget that a real life and fiction are not the same. We write a certain passage in as a philosophical passage in a book–as did Miss Rand–to illustrate a philosophical point. It is not, I think so much a blueprint for action but rather a thing to keep in mind in real life.

For example, when recently our car was down with unexpected and catastrophic repairs, which I found would take some time, owing to the unavailability of parts and the type of work needed, to repair, our friend JR whose work and sleep schedule is quite opposite mine most of the time, offered me his car until the work was done, provided he was not at work himself, and was in essence done with his car for the day. He did not ask for a dime or a dollar–this was real life, after all, not a lesson in a book. HOWEVER, the lesson of Miss Rand’s book, and perhaps one that was reinforced by good parenting and perhaps even by the Andy Griffith show : ) caused me, without even thinking about it, to wash my friend’s car and leave the tank full. I did this whether there were ten gallons or a half gallon missing, and regardless of how much or how little I drove.

Yes such an act is encouraging. But even such an unsolicited payback as I describe is all the more encouraging to those who have done someone a good turn. I would have done this even if my friend had insisted It was not necessary. Just as are the two characters in Miss Rand’s book, both of us are financially stable enough that my act of recompense was neither necessary nor burdening to either of us, still the goodwill was priceless! And, what better way to show my appreciation than to save him a trip to the car-wash and the gas station for a few weeks.

The War Comes! | Home of The Poetess

Careful what you touch…
There are truthfully demons there!

I watched the amassing!
War has come!
Tis the ‘Great Day’ before us.

This war,
Is not ours.
We are silent in reverence…
Waiting.

I stepped backward
As forces flew forward…
Swords drawn
Blood splattered in great howls
Like thunder
I shuttered to the ground
Watching

Before my eyes
I saw the creatures that had remained
Cloaked
Wrapped in visions of light
Fangs twisting in anger
Tongues flicking

I heard squeals from the lips of those
Who did not believe
As if shocked these creatures
Had inhabited here
all along
Some of us had known

My ears became deaf from the noise of it
My eyes saw terror
But my heart held fast
A sliver of hope,
Mercy.

Fire fell
Smoke plumed
The ground cracked wide fissures
I clung ever more
To hope.

My eyes would not close
Not a blink.
Every dark creature fell
In a instant!

Silence
was now all there was
for my ears to hear.

The smoke wafted away
In a fast sudden breeze.
The ground heaved back to a sealed haven of peace.
Every burnt thing blossomed.

Home was
Reborn!
Home was
Unscathed!
The chariots of the riders from beyond stood still,
As glory fell from above.

And what was this?
My knees still remained?
My eyes Unburnt?
My toes in the grass?
My lungs breathing?
The sliver of hope became a mountain.

I knelt,
And like all around
We said a roaring Thanks!
That stood
An Eternity.

We were all,
Finally Free.

via The War Comes! | Home of The Poetess.