We interrupt what appears to be an unplanned blog writing, reading and commenting hiatus for this important message:
Of course this policy does have fringe benefits, or at least to New Zealand bloggers. Should I be such a one, and, for whatever reason, be unimpressed by the cut of the jib of another, all I have to do to have their jib erased from sight is point an accusatory finger and *pow* – blackout. No questions asked. A licence to kill. Without even paying the assassin.
(Actually I’m mostly hanging out on tumblr at the moment as a by-product of Dave‘s latest babe Open Micro about which I wanted to write properly but haven’t but figure very few people read here who don’t already read him but for that highly select audience please visit and join in too if the spirit moves it’s great fun.)
(Oh and I’ve had a blog post in draft on the subject of “recovery” since hmm October last year and I spiked the dermal digest because the plugin was borked and spawned incontinently and besides there were too many dents in each egg-case.)
(Yes, I think that’s it. For the nonce.)
I think I’ve become a microblogger. Either that or I’ve got 140 characters < block (more than 140 characters and I have nothing to say, although of course this post is disproving that; but it’s the exception that proves the rule and, let’s face it, there are probably only 140 characters in this worth reading).
The above link is to identi.ca because I much prefer the community but there are still some cool dudes who (inexplicably) only hang out on twitter so I cross-post there.
So, in the absence of meatier matter of words I’ve set up a weekly digest of dents (identi.ca version of twitter’s tweets) which, if the plugin and my programming thereof work, should appear on a Sunday evening under the category “dermal denticles” because it’s a summary of the abrasive surface of life. (And because ever since labelling drawings of dissected dogfish in biology lessons at school I’ve loved the sound of the phrase “dermal denticles”.)
And while I’m venturing into the complexities (comparatively speaking, of course) of a fully-blown blog interface here are a couple of pictures which I took today and which, entirely coincidentally, both fall neatly into the strictures of this week’s Photo Friday challenge, ‘White’ (which I first clocked at Maria‘s).
In London the white dove comes pre-smirched with feral grey. But are you surprised when you see the Stygian stream from which it drinks? (That’s 137 characters btw.)
The pollarded stumps of the plane tree line up like cues to strike the white ball of the moon. (95 characters.)
Yup, my photographs are dents too.
(This post was powered by white wine, possibly to excess. Editing may take place in the bright white wineless light of morning.)