Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I’ve been talking at group sites this morning: at Blogs Unlimited and over at the threads list. Some of the communications were good, some not so good. I have a great deal of empathy with chopped liver at the moment.
It’s very discouraging to be invisible, did you know that?
I also want to thank the folks interested in poetry/writing/linguistics for taking time to help me get a better grasp of the ‘business’ for the RDF/Poetry essays. I am hard at work on next entry (yo, anyone excited about this), but to be honest, just not feeling great today. And I’m going in for Red Cross volunteer disaster training later today, too. (See, something the little woman can do.)
There’s really only one photo that appealed to me from yesterday’s storm (who knows why — it’s a bizarre little photo). No poem, though. Couldn’t find one that matched:
