Fiona McCann
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'Our souls are love, and a continual farewell'
Ephemera --William Butler Yeats  "YOUR eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning." And then She: "Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!" Pensive they paced along the faded leaves, While slowly he whose hand held hers replied: "Passion has often worn our wandering hearts." The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once A rabbit old and lame limped down the path; Autumn was over him: and now they stood On the lone border of the lake once more: Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes, In bosom and hair. "Ah, do not mourn," he said, "That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell." Painting by Palestinian Ismail Shammout Found at Annie's Letters |
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A wee bit of prison humour
 There is a happy land, doon Duke Street Jail, Where a' the prisoners stand, tied tae a nail. Ham an' eggs they never see, dirty watter fur yer tea; There they live in misery - God save the Queen! --Duke Street Prison The Glasgow Story |
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Baby rhino born at Dublin zoo
Breaking News.ie 04/06/2008 *There is a really cute video clip of the new baby on the article which you can watch full screen.   It's not exactly the pitter patter of tiny feet but Dublin Zoo's latest arrival has been meeting the public for the first time today.The newest addition to its animal family - a white rhino calf has been getting familiarised with its surroundings at the heart of the Phoenix park in Dublin.. The 70kg female was born last week, and zoo keepers say mother and baby are thriving. The rhino has yet to be named, but it is expected that a public competition will be launched to find a winning name. It is the first rhino born at the Phoenix Park zoo in fourteen years. |
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A good thought
Yesterday I got this in my email:  '...the tiniest gesture -- a smile, a gentle look, a simple pat on the arm, a soft word -- can change a person's life. Before this very day is out, you are going to have a chance to live in that possibility. Look. Watch. See what this day brings you. And be ready.' I believe this holds true for all of us and for every day! |
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Tails with happy endings!
 Little Chelsie is only 6 months old, but she already has a past to be proud of. Not so long ago, she was a hungry, homeless kitten who happened to wander into Ann Bryant's garden in Westminster, California. Refreshed by three solid meals, she then went back out and rounded up her two brothers. Now they are all one happy family. (from the Page-a-Day Calendar of Cats) |
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Secret sharing
The fundamental dichotomy of so-called blogging is this. On the one hand, we want our secrets to be hush hush. Many times we seek to hide our identities, at least so that we cannot be easily tracked or stalked by someone unsavoury, should they take a notion to do so. Yet we have an overwhelming desire to share with the world, otherwise why else would we post ONLINE? In wanting to share, we want to get feedback. I'm presuming this because I know I do. Perhaps some of you dun care whether anyone reads it or makes note of you or not--but then why be on the INTERNET? You could easily keep a paper journal or just a note file on your hard drive. All the journaling sites I know specifically have provision for receiving comments. Some sites make it so difficult that you have to jump through hoops in order to make a responce. Some are too easy and get a lot of spam. But no matter what, it is always nice to know that someone somewhere has taken the time to read what you said and tell you how you have affected them. When it is your friends who are involved, replies become more problematic. I personally feel that when my close friends make entries, that it is my responsibility as their friend to eventually take a look and acknowledge it in some way. Perhaps this willna happen every single time, depending upon how often they post or how busy or depressed I am. :-p To not do so is to say to my friend, you are not that important to me. I have better things to do than to bother with your thoughts and opinions or whatever it is you feel like sharing. I have been told I take the internet too seriously. But to me, the people you count as friends on the net are ever bit as important as people in your real life, and sometimes even more so. Hand in hand with this ideal is the fact that if I share something with you that I feel you specifically might enjoy, and you refuse to consider it, then you are telling me you dun respect my judgement. It's like giving someone a treasured book for their birthday and having them toss it in the garbage without even looking at it. It's a bit of a slap in the face. There are some people whom I feel affection for who are completely different from me in tastes and abilities and interests. Yet because I care for them, I make an effort to familiarise myself with some of what they enjoy. The bible says it is more blessed to give than to receive, but once in awhile 'tis nice to be able to receive as well. |
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You can come out now!
If you will take a quick sprint over to Pete's blog, you can read about a book that sounds very interesting and thought provoking.  Yesterday I went over to user 'blackrat' because he was listed on the most read list, but what I found was a swan song in farewell to 20six. I was a bit put off. All of his arguments for leaving were familiar to me. I left 20six myself when it changed systems. I kept my old blog in storage, however, and even made a google search engine for the entries for everyone that were temporarily lost in the migration. I dunno how long ago I came back and worked at putting a new layout on my site. All my entries and archives were there. It looked nice. My computer just wasn't up to speed enough to handle the site. Now, however, I have the patience and the system to work with it, and I see a few people here I know, so I have decided to hang around and make a nuisance of myself. :-pI tried to persuade Steve from the old 'carnagevisors' site to come back for a visit, but he said no. He is sort of with me over at melodramatic.com. Steve was my best friend here. He still is one of my best friends. Aaaand, he has a beautiful cat!
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my head hurts
I was paddling about on the INTERWEBS and decided to row over here, and lo and behold I had a comment! It was from Pete (amillionpieces). You see, the last time I wandered over here was when I was fighting with my digital SO (significant other). I was despondent, depressed and anxious. I was resigned to a lingering loneliness and a virtual isolated existence. I was slinking back over here to have somewhere safe to be. But it didna last long. My SO and I always get back together, and especially now that I have finally learnt my lesson, which is to defer to him in every way possible so as not to annoy him as I do everybloodyone else. But anyway, today my head has kilt me all day long. I woke up this way. I have taken pain pill after pain pill, and I feel it has FED the pain rather than get rid of it. I long to just pass out, but it's difficult to lie down when your blood is doing a Niagra Falls impression in your ears.  But anyway, I shall close this and see what has been going on over here this past week or so. ♥ |
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ugh!
I canny find anyplace on the net that I feel entirely good about anymore. Maybe it's because the various places are associated with various people. :-p DUH! If it were not for the people, maybe everything would be all right. But then I would be blogging in a vacuum. Maybe that's the solution. Blog in a vacuum, read it yourself and forget about developing any kind of relationships because they only bring pain. The more intense and significant the relationship--the worse the pain. Why? Because people lie and tell you things you come to depend upon, and then, before you know what's happening, they run off and you are wondering what you did to deserve to be treated like a bag of garbage. Of course, net life is like real life. You get led down the path in real life too, and the results are disastrous. Many times people think that real life supercedes anything virtual, but I am one to take my net relationships seriously, so when someone I like on the net, whom I THOUGHT was fond of me also, decides to jettison the connection without a backward glance after a couple years, I feel horrible. How do you all handle this? |
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Come on a my house
I shall edit this old post so that it is unrecognisable. :-p It was made when I moved over to Livejournal at >>fuise<< but BEFORE I went over to another couple websites after that one. I was very happy on one of them, but I am being made sad by it at this time due to personal issues, so I have come back here like a wounded animal, to tend my hurts and hopefully get better. *sniff* [...extreme sympathy ploy...] I dun expect anyone to have any sympathy for me. I am beginning not to expect anything from anyone any more. I am just tired and disillusioned. My head is also killing me at this time. I wish it would go ahead and finish the job. :-p [9 May 2008] 
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Wrong targets
Several interesting stories in the news today. First, there was >>this about the poor firefighter with the serious facial injuries received when he was performing his duties and got hit by a missle thrown by some nob. This happens all the time where I live. The firefighters and paramedics will rush out to some place to save someones life and instead of people being grateful, they get together and attack the lifesavers and do them and their vehicles damage. Does this make any sense to you? I myself have had my life saved by firefighters and paramedics, and I will always be eternally grateful to them. Being from the North, I can understand the antipathy to the peelers, but in no way should this be extended to those who brave all kinds of dangerous situations in order to save lives. Would YOU like to go into a burning building and try to find someone in the heat and thick, choking smoke to drag them to safety? It's a dangerous, traumatic job and how people can attack those who do it exceeds my ability to understand. Everyday these men and women are out on the streets facing horrible situations just to save lives. When I read about them being attacked, I am totally disgusted and pissed off. Then there were all the stories about the >>Christian Brothers closing up shop in Ireland. All the stories have two things in common. They are quick to point out that the Brothers offered a superior education to those who might otherwise have never been able to get one, but more importantly to me they illustrate what bloody sadistic bastards many, many of the Brothers were in their treatment of the children. I didn't need the news articles to tell me this. I've mates who can attest to this in reality. So all I have to say to the Brothers is: good riddance, and about fecking time.
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get your act together
 'Love is the only shocking act left on the face of the earth'~Sandra Bernhard~ photo source |
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vision
 Yesterday afternoon at the bus stop, I was sitting on the grass behind the bench, trying to stay in the shade and catch some of the breeze, when I saw a man with a long cane swinging from side to side in front of him come walking up the street. He slowed uncertainly beside another waiting woman, and I heard her tell him which street he was on and which buses came by there. Then she had to warn him about the iron post in front of him as he almost moved head on into it. This sight nearly made me weep for the reason that here was a young man in the heat, not even sure what street he was on and unable to see to steer clear of obstacles that would hurt him. I thought of the young student I had a couple years ago who trained seeing eye dogs, and I wondered why this man did not have one, but I know that many blind people do not. Then I thought of myself and how I would wish for a dog if I were blind because you would feel so alone if you couldn't see and had to make your way through the city unaided. The old internal chant played in my head of how cruel God is to afflict his people with so many tragedies and sorrows and burdens. It never ends. I watched this man all the way to my stop. He sat in the seat with his eyes closed. I thought of how he would be unable to read unless he knew Braille and how he would probably not use a computer--at least not in the usual way. He was so young, and I wondered if he had always been blind. Maybe he was quite used to his condition, but it didn't look like it. It just made me sad. |
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ANIMAL TORTURE SITE
Speaking of Google--on a simple little image search this morning, I stumbled over an old site I thought had been yanked from the net, but there it was, prominantly displayed in Google as just a regular site to visit. I was horrified. If anyone knows the addresses of net entities to write to to pressurise Google to take this site off its index and also some places to turn this site into, I would appreciate some feedback. I know some, but I would like to start a campaign to get this guy off the net. I am not going through this site again to get the details because I cannot somache it. The guy who puts this stuff on the net needs to have done to him what he depicts being done to baby animals. I am not giving the URL out in public. Some of you who have been around the net for awhile may already know what I am talking about, and I would appreciate it if you would also not print the URL in any comment. I don't want to give this fiend any play, and I also do not want some unsuspecting person to have to see this stuff like I did the first time. |
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Search 20six
This entry is predominately for people who want or need to look up old entries from the other 20six before the Great Migration. If you type in your search term and click on Google's resulting CACHED pages, you can see the old posts. I will put a link to this post on the list to the right. I see other templates have this built in. I would expect that in time, Google will index all our sites and come up with current links. |
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Well, I'm here again
Well ffs! It's letting me use my K-Meleon-- my beloved lizard. I wonder why. Maybe it was all a ruse to get me to leave. Well, too bad! It's all moirob's fault. I keep slipping back over here to read his blog, and look at those cool pics he puts up that flip flop back and forth and lust after all those many comments he gets. I wish I knew how to do that--flip flop pics and get comments. I feel a bit stupid being here again, but no matter. I've felt stupid before. I can handle stupid. Do it quite frequently, actually. Anyway, I'll probably do all this grovelling and then hit 'blog!' and it will just say f*** you to me and thumb its little blog nose. We shall see. |
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Say hello; Wave good-bye
Alritey, I am, for the most part, leaving now. I can't spare the time it takes to work around all the problems here just so I can blog. Blogging should be fun and spontaneous, not slow, tedious and frustrating. I can no longer use my browser of choice to post. I cannot stay logged in. I can't put things onto a simple webpage whereas I can anywhere else. I cannot even save my personal data such as my name and birthday or gender. I cannot put a pic on my 'About' page. Personally, I feel like a software guinea pig. The editing box is a nightmare. It's the same at work or at home. There is no search. I had to make one. I know I am not the only unhappy camper. I really don't understand why 20six--whoever 20six really is--took a basically sound system with a few problems and decided to switch it over to something that obviously has many shortcomings and glaring deficiencies. Why? There are lots of open source systems with proven track records that could have been used anyway. I was willing to stay and try to make things work until I could no longer post or edit with my K-Meleon. I will not let a blog dictate to me what I use on the net. All this sadness I have seen from people who think just because we choose to make our net homes elsewhere, we will lose each other is totally erroneous. The net is a large space but very well-connected. If you want to keep track of people, learn about feed readers such as Bloglines, and put the links of all your favourites into it. It will tell you every time the sites are updated and give you the link to read the posts. There is no need to conglomerate all in one place. To each his own. Some people are happy here. Some people will stay here just for the challenge. Some people think other places offer more advantages. Me, I am going. I am not quite sure where I will settle. As I have mentioned before, you can always reach me at >>fuise<<, and I may stick around the new blogs.ie site I made >>here. I may make a new site. I really prefer LJ except for the layouts and a few other restrictions. I can use Semagic and find any post I ever made in a minute and edit just as quickly. You cannot beat it. I do not mean to sound ungrateful. If the problems here were fixed and we had at least what we used to have with the old software, I would come back--and I also know it doesn't matter a fig whether I leave or stay. People have more important things to think about. It's just a personal thing. I wanted it to work, but it isn't working. I will miss the comments and camaraderie. I wish you all the best. I am leaving the site up because there are posts on it about my wee Oui, whom I still miss, and because I don't believe in burning my bridges. Don't forget to take a look at the search post after this one. That's my farewell gift to you. Cheers, |
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LOST and FOUND: Search for your old site entries
I'm kinda excited about this because cj commented and said she lost her entire blog when 20six changed software and was feeling bad about it. I also know other people are missing things. I can't help you with the photos, but I have made a Google domain search for 20six.co.uk, and if you type your username or some keywords pertaining to your old site, Google will return a list of links to your old CACHED pages. It's a real nostalgia trip! I typed cj into the box and got 10 pages of links. Be sure to click on the CACHED entry links. I'm sorry I couldn't just make it here on this site. I tried many different ways, but the system wouldn't accept it. I had to put it on a webpage from another site I have just experimented with. Just click on this link and it will take you to the: |
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