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| Wednesday |
the Eleventh of June, 2003 |
As an unintended consequence of the RSS business, As Above now has an
ugly little Livejournal feed, for anyone who feels that way
inclined. But why are there no configurable "aggregation of any old RSS feeds
of the user's choice" web pages out there, pace
the Haddock blogs? Or why are they hiding from me?
Or is everyone except me using suave, desk-mounted, oak-inlaid, talking-robot
aggregation software, instead of anything so boring as web pages?
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One of the best sounds the world can make is that of a bunch of keys
in freefall, jangling weightlessly against one another as they fall
from a lazy zenith. My keys don't make that sound any more, but if I stand
very still, if I listen hard enough, then I can begin to hear my existence
making it.
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| Tuesday |
the Tenth |
More Michael Caine spam to the acronymous Hours of Inform
address: "Hoi, Give me one good reason." - it's almost worth
making the effort to construct careful feedlines, if it makes my
inbox more amusing than irritating. But not yet.
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| Monday |
the Ninth |
As Above finally has an RSS feed, of some description,
if anyone wants it.
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Four weeks ago I was struggling to complete more than a handful of clues in
the Guardian's Saturday crossword, and getting sand kicked in my face -
over the weekend I managed to biro in sixteen separate
clues, and it's all thanks to Pretty Girl
in Crimson Rose (8), which managed to crystallise my appreciation of
a lot of the cryptic crossword
secrets, as well as irradiating me with a greater appreciation
of their construction, to the point where I now disassemble road signs
in my head without really meaning to. I still fear the stupid abbreviations
that I've never heard of, but at least their existence gives me an
excuse to give up and play Hunt the
Smallweed instead.
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