(Or, A History Of My Web Presence, With Nods To
Robert Pinsky And The 14th Century Samurai Creed)
When frames were in vogue,
my address bar remained constant.
When full-page graphics were in,
you could see my big head for miles.
I never used a black background,
I made trendiness my enemy.
When blogs were in fashion,
my thoughts became chronological.
I do not own an island in Second Life,
I make imagination my island.
When no-one hits my website,
detachment is my unique visitor.
4 Comments
“detachment is my unique visitor.”
Couldn’t have been said better.
I remember the big head layout! That wasn’t too long ago…
I like the graphing in your archives. I’ve actually been paying attention to my posts per month lately, wanting to increase that.
Thanks for stopping by.
Don’t forget that with
bloglines I can read your blog
without visiting
When RSS feeds were active,
I courted the shadows.
Yet despite so many stealth visitors, it was my wife who spotted that I orignally mis-spelled Robert Pinsky as “Pinksy.” Not intended to subtly undermine his masculinity. Or comment on his political leanings. Sometimes a typo is just a typo.