Thought Plickens Is At A New Address
Same great site, etc etc. 
If you would, the address is http://personal.bookstacks.org/. Hope that anyone who keeps up with this blog will update their bookmarks.
News Re: Stuff
I have an account with a regular server now, and have moved Bookstacks (my main blog) over there. So it’s no longer with WP.com. The odd thing is that WP approved me for WordAds today–right after I moved to a server. LOL. I guess someone is trying to tell me that I should keep the site ad-free. It is really my favorite thing about it. I did feel sort of dirty after signing up for WordAds, and feel kind of relieved that I won’t be trying to eke a few dollars out of my readership every month.
I would like to move this site over to the server, too. I think I would put it at personal.bookstacks.org, but don’t try to go there, because that subdomain doesn’t exist yet. It feels liberating to be off WP.com, though. For one thing, I know that WP was putting ads on the sites, for visitors who weren’t logged in. That’s frustrating. I don’t want to pay thirty dollars a year for each blog to keep them ad-free. It costs less, considering how many blogs I run, to host them all on a regular server, for ninety dollars a year.
Also, they charge you if you want to change the CSS. I like that now, if I want to, I can go in there and change the font size or font family, or something like that.
Anyway, Bookstacks won’t be a blog for that long anyway. I’m going to put a test site up at test.bookstacks.org (again, a subdomain that doesn’t exist yet), and get back into hand-coding. This time, instead of using XHTML or HTML 4, it will be HTML5. I can take advantage of a lot of new technology, such as embedded audio. There are lots of public domain audiobooks for public domain books, and HTML5 allows for an audio widget built into the browser, which is so cool.
Unicorn Chaser
Limerickin’
Without even missing a beat,
she offered me something to eat.
It’s terribly dry,
or it was by and by,
but now it’s gone moist in the heat.
Like this:
Haichoo!
Summer-cracked ice sheet
blue rising between the white,
movement in the blue.
Like this:
Sonnettin’
The way I thought about it all began
to weigh upon my heart, and giving up
became to me the most enduring of my plans:
to drink away the lees of sorrows’ cup
and all the pain that cored me out corrupt,
to burst upon the scene away from time
and crime and endless loss, to interrupt
the mountain tale for someone else to climb.
The endless fight against imagined crime–
the urge to slip away and float beneath–
the dance to find a way to see aligned–
I’ve felt it all slip back behind my teeth.
Surrounded in the vastness of the earth,
walking full of insight into birth.
Like this:
Haikuin’
Delicately poised,
one curled brown leaf on a branch
fights the winter wind.
