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From the Webbery
May. 10th, 2005 10:00 amSpent some time yesterday defacing my beautiful, beautiful website with advertising.
Something useful at last, you might say.
Useful to eccentrics (and you know who you are) looking for odd books (and you know what they are). For all of you there is now a search box at the top in an orange that spoils my color scheme (based on my high school marching band's winter uniforms) but at least has the virtue of reminding me of Hallowe'en, less than half a year away, which deserves banner ads of its own. Those may be forthcoming now that I have figured out this Linux ftp program, assuming I can produce content to match.
Content, yes, that's the thing. Must be creative. All I have there now is that story about how the name of that guy's house in Turkey, which wasn't Turkey because the Turks hadn't been invented yet, became the name of this other guy's house in Pennsylvania, the one I wrote a dissertation about, became the name of my domain and even my LJ handle if that's what you call it. That story and a bunch of links, all of which are pretty interesting. At least to me. That's why I put them in. Two of them were dead, so I took them out, and put some new ones in. Damn it, should have linked to Fred, called him a great philosopher or something equally offensive. Next time. Maybe.
Take a look. Buy a book. Or a bottle of pills. (Horny goat weed, anyone?) Send me a comment -- tell me you love it all. Suggest something new. Or old.
What, nothing about Benny the Pop? Not today, dearly beloved. If you miss your daily dose of decidedly definsive devotion, click on the link to Ignatius Press to buy one his books. That'll keep you busy for a while.
But don't be upset if some of the other linkage isn't quite Catholic in the Sister Mary Atrocious sense of the term.
And how can you stick your virtual hands into this virtual cornucopia of virtual goodies? I'll type the URL right now, and won't even hide it under a link: http://arisbe.net
Something useful at last, you might say.
Useful to eccentrics (and you know who you are) looking for odd books (and you know what they are). For all of you there is now a search box at the top in an orange that spoils my color scheme (based on my high school marching band's winter uniforms) but at least has the virtue of reminding me of Hallowe'en, less than half a year away, which deserves banner ads of its own. Those may be forthcoming now that I have figured out this Linux ftp program, assuming I can produce content to match.
Content, yes, that's the thing. Must be creative. All I have there now is that story about how the name of that guy's house in Turkey, which wasn't Turkey because the Turks hadn't been invented yet, became the name of this other guy's house in Pennsylvania, the one I wrote a dissertation about, became the name of my domain and even my LJ handle if that's what you call it. That story and a bunch of links, all of which are pretty interesting. At least to me. That's why I put them in. Two of them were dead, so I took them out, and put some new ones in. Damn it, should have linked to Fred, called him a great philosopher or something equally offensive. Next time. Maybe.
Take a look. Buy a book. Or a bottle of pills. (Horny goat weed, anyone?) Send me a comment -- tell me you love it all. Suggest something new. Or old.
What, nothing about Benny the Pop? Not today, dearly beloved. If you miss your daily dose of decidedly definsive devotion, click on the link to Ignatius Press to buy one his books. That'll keep you busy for a while.
But don't be upset if some of the other linkage isn't quite Catholic in the Sister Mary Atrocious sense of the term.
And how can you stick your virtual hands into this virtual cornucopia of virtual goodies? I'll type the URL right now, and won't even hide it under a link: http://arisbe.net