sketch pad

x-6 y-2 container with animated gig. images from my image bank

my life in order

                                                                         It's chaos!

Clouds loaded Dreamweaver and Fireworks on Sunday. This is the result, thus far of my crash course in these two programs. They're actually much easier, in many regards than BuggerIt!. Don't have so many limitations. Challenge is to set parameters, to simplify programs, layouts, dimensions, etc.

Body of my life story is blog---very similar to my old haunt. Room for photos, 100-400 words text, and links

challenge: organizing files ALWAYS IT WILL BE A CHANGE
note to self: try to find someone who didn't wake themselves up, snoring in the Library Science seminar.

Content the story of my life. talk, talk, talk, talk-----in my journal, peppered with links to other five urls. so i don't talk so much in the hard world---especially cut down on the repetition.

3 animated gifs on right panel with 3 ads each, 3 buttons with links for ads, and one home button

dimensions: of containers in right panel: (I'm using pixels)

animated gifs: x: 1.5 y: 2
buttons:    url: x: 1.5 y:.5
footer:       urls, gifs, borders, fill---drag and drop with 1,2,3 and a,b,c configurations

objects: orientation
               modify
                             transform
                                                 free transform

remember in order to make a container generator (in Linux?(clouds))) for templates

                        all values on x and y are 2, 3, multiples of 2 and/or 3

                        universal units: choose inches, pixels, metric

                        u.r.l. location field

includes: palette: primaries, secondaries, tertiaries
                   mixer to unify the palette---dropper (color picker)

add feature to select all objects and add or subtract percentage of color to all objects according to 2/3 rule---small, medium, large

layers: tints
               bevel
               emboss


layers:

programming:



main template format

        A.    Rob Bresney's weekly forecast on right hand panel
        B.    Adrienne Rich
        C.    Patti Smith

about advirtissmints:

in all Pages, except nuclear war-not!---same sidebar----use gifs to link to relevant NGOs, habukusha, atomic veterans, Douge Rokke

A
   1
   2
   3

a           url to page with links to sponsors most salable website and information
etc       every page has wiley's intro to products and companies (blog) that are
               compatable with the principles of Stone Soup

seed template, repeat with labels to distinguish between top, middle, bottom containers and buttons when filing

B
b

C
c

categories for gifs

A. solutions and sundry
B. books and catalogs
C. tools, machines, equipment

lists of suppliers to solicit

1. offer free space.
2. space for product
3. % of sales generated *

research: what kind of program/programming counts and calculates links from my site to suppliers? How to interface

the newest of times

or
heaven on earth

a bedtime story for grown-ups

The people had learned to live in peace. There was no hate or want in the New Time---everyone had faith in themselves and each other. Everyone knew something Divine and and found something each day that they felt was divine---a slant of light through a bough of leaves, a tree toad discovered while gathering herbs, the smell of soup simmering near dusk . Sometimes they'd make a song, a poem, a picture or play to capture the joy of finding divinity, so they could recall it, when feeling alone, or when they had forgotten.

No one feared Death in the New Time. They all lived long lives in strong bodies. When their hour had come, they just knew. They would send a friend to tell the Keeper of the Time Book that it was time to close their page, then would gather round their closest friends. No one knew what heaven was like---it was all they had to confess---but in their final hour they would listen to the visions of their friends. Sometimes someone would die with the smile of Eureka!, seeming to say, 'That's it! That's the one!', as they gave up the ghost in peace with faith that they still would be loved and heaven was sweet.

One day, the people were especially happy. It had been 28 years since evil had walked among them. Saturn---the great time-keeper had completed it's orbit around the Sun while the earth had been graced with an age of no evil---the whole revolution.

With sweet delight, the people prepared a celebration. For three days, and three nights they would bring their favorite dishes of food---which happened to be the favorites of most everyone else; and everyone would wear their favorite clothes---which also happened to be the favorites of most everyone else. They would tell their favorite stories, read their favorite poems, sing their favorite songs; and all would dance to celebrate grace that preserved them so long.

On the third night, they would gather under the towering clock, by the stone and glass house, sing a song to mourn the Old Time, and wait for the hour of ten to chime to begin a new era. After which, they'd all tell their visions, hoping to find the one that was true.

And so they did. On the third night, very near ten, they gathered round, filled their glasses, softly sighed, and looked to the heavens. The clock didn't strike.Well, that was odd--- they cocked their heads---the clock had never failed before, but they knew it was time. They raised their glasses high and then a falling star dazzled their eyes. Everyone laughed one single laugh, as if they all felt the same at that instant.

Then they noticed a child among them, whistfully watching the last of the star. The child would have been a stranger to them, in the Old Time. Now, he was only welcome---with friends.

"Welcome!", they cried with a little surprise. Then the elder, smiling gently, leaned toward the child, and spoke for the people, "Will you, dear child---will you be the one to make the wish? There's nothing more that we desire".

Then, brightening with the most beatific smile---the newest child took in a breath, and then blew out all the stars like candles on a birthday cake, singing "free at last, free at last!"

And the clock struck no more.

Good night, dear child. Sweet dreams.

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draft mission statement: priority

do laundry

I have what some people call A.D.D. and what some people call P.T.S.D. Because these conditions are mine, and because psychiatrists are full of shit, I call them my fist-full of daisies or that head injury I had when I was seven, and B.P.M.---being properly mortified.