Created a Trigger for Belltower

To avoid confusion with the other Famous Grazing blogs, we've created a
custom Ping.fm "trigger."

If we understand the instructions, then  this entry should go solely to
Belltowernews.com and its backup blogger site at
Rye Cake.

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I Tried, I Really Did.

When I attempted to post a photo inside an email to ping.fm so that it would appear in only a Blog entry in Belltowernews, using the "trigger" @bl, it didn't work.

For some reason, it posted only this link: 

http://ping.fm/p/2hEZd - photo ping.fm

As well, it posted this link to every service, including Twitter, that we linked to Ping.fm.

It didn't post the picture, I had to go into Blogger.com to manually add it to this entry.  

The bottom line for this morning's effort was, not to try to post photos using Ping.fm but restrict its use, for now, to updates.  It's VERY good at that.
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Second Attempt at Posting Picture With Ping.fm

This time we'll post a smaller photo with
constraints.
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from
Wikmedia Commons

Or Will this be the Heading?

There is some lack of clarity in the Ping.fm online documentation regarding
blogging via email.  By posting this message solely to
Belltowernews.com that question should be answered for me.

The other question is the embedding of links.  That question will be
answered by the last number of this message.

The final question of the morning is the embedding of pictures:

The original of
this picture was 3008 in width.  I "constrained" it to 300.  In Posterous, the picture would
remain at its default site and center on its own line.  I have set the
picture to be inline to the right. 

In doing all this, I am comparing Posterous with Ping.fm only in the
way email postings are accepted into the blogger.com format.

In other ways, each of the services have their own unique offerings
where having one should not exclude the use of the other. A tools is
best used for the task assigned but can always be used for something
similar, when needed.

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Blood pressure lowered with Lavender by Dinah Shore is now upgraded listening to Driving While Blind by ZZ Top-Can't stop tapping my foot!!!

Recently It's Been From Posterous

Now the next few entries will be coming from http://www.ping.fm. With a little exploration you can find so many ways to post information to your blogs, microblogs and social networking sites.

A problem I've not found a way around coming from the Ping.fm Dashboard is no HTML editing. I am sure there is a way around this. If there is, I WILL find it. Or it's back to Liverwriter!!
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Brett Somers Obit.

The actress Brett Somers died on 9/17. She is best remember as being the caustic wit on the Match Game. She was a woman I found very comforting to watch. There didn't seem to be anything false about her. With cable TV running the Match Game in an endless loop, she won't be missed. Sympathy for her children...
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Just Another Day

It has been a typical work day and there was pizza for dinner. We watched Eureka, laughed and are now ready for bed. The Yankees won, the Red Sox lost. A typical night in New England.

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OOO 2.3 Update

What I remember most about Open Office was the length of time it took to load. This seemed true of most anything coming out of Sun with a Java base. I just installed the new 2.3 version. It loaded very quickly after the obligatory registration bit in the beginning. What disturbed me was the constant interruptions from the firewall.

This program seemed to be in constant communication with the people at Sun. I am very curious as to what they are saying to each other.

The AutoCorrect seems to have a problem if you don't capitalize a word that should be so. I will look in to the documentation about that one.

There was a quick mention of extensions on the installation page. I was too eager to get to the installation to see what that is all about. Perhaps after the family goes to bed I'll go back and see.

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Creating Lables

This is being posted from inside Blogger to create labels.
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This is Qumana

Rye Cake has been an abandoned blog since June.  We were doing most of our work at Belltowernews.com and GrazingPortal.  GrazingPress= needed a new server after sgtret.net was stolen from us.

Now some of the work seems to be coming back together. 

The blog editor Qumana is being tested on the inanimate blogs to see how it works on the various platforms.

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This is Qumana

|Rye Cake has been an abandoned blog since June.  We were doing most of our work at Belltowernews.com and GrazingPortal.  GrazingPress= needed a new server after sgtret.net was stolen from us. Now some of the work seems to be coming back together.  The blog editor Qumana is being tested on the inanimate blogs to see how it works on the various platforms.

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We Only Have One Day

We only have one day off this week, but it is a glorious day.  We just returned from a nice picnic at the Rich Folks house. Once a year they open their estate for us poor folk to visit. Some take umbrage at this.  I say, if I only get the one day it's one more than those who don't take advantage.

A well know Town Politician didn't make it because he died last night. I had said good night to him a few weeks ago after a town meeting, but didn't know it would be the last time I saw him. He had lost a lot of weight, but I attributed it to his being healthier.

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Haloween Party

 

Before We Do Belltower News

We’ve decided to change Rye Cake using the new Blogger Beta Web Design Tool before we try it on Bell Tower News.

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Work Work WORK!!!!

I am not allowed to complain about anything at home any more.  So I will complain here.
Work!
There, I am glad I got it out of my system.  I feel much better.
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TWiT 51: Digg This

Kevin Rose explains how digg works in this TWiT epsidoe. For all you people of digg community, this podcast episode will answer quite a lot of questions. It's definitely worth checking out (and subscribe to TWiT podcasts!)
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To distract me from the pumping pain of today’s redux root canal through the gums, I spent the afternoon adding footprint messages to all of the surviving Famous Grazing Blogs and listening Kevin go on about digg. I am glad I listened to it because now the site makes MUCH more sense to me.
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read more | digg story

I have a simple wireless router in an isolated area but still I get the error message there is an IP in conflict. If this message gets posted, I will not worry about that for now.  I am more worried about The new version of Firefox, which Firefox installed on its own.  I am sure, somewhere along the road of setup, I gave it permission to do that.  The promblem is, RoboForm, upon which I am totally dependent, is not working with this newest version, which is only .001 above the last.  It usually takes a few days for the two to sinq, but a person can go through withdrawal in that short a time.  This is especially true if it's a weekend with no substantial social obligation. =3O=

Need to Write

As with most Bloggers, this need to write often accompanies a lack of subject.

We lead our ordinary lives in very ordinary ways and think most, if not all of it, to be so mundane as to be of no interest to the reading public. Then you visit places considered exotic to us and find it all to be totally amazing.

Stay a few weeks, hang out in cafes with the locals, become adopted by them as an honorary paison, sit and dis the tourists, eventually you find what was exotic when you arrived is now commonplace.

In Morocco, this happened to me in a short time. My high school french became the local patois, the small amount of Arabic I have picked up in my professional life assumed the local accent and jargon. I was soon sitting alone in the cafe, ordering food in a combined French and Arabic the locals speak.

Then we returned to the US via JFK. There the locals seemed exotic. Well, to speak to the truth, in NYC, most locals are. Our cab driver wore a deep red turban, the man who served us breakfast was from Athens, the bell boy from Azerbaijan, and the hotel clerk from Brazil. All tried and true New Yorkers.

Back in Boston, it took a while to start saying things like wicked and cah without feeling out of place. So, no matter where I have lived, or how soon it took me to adapt, eventually, it all became mundane and uninteresting, to a degree, for me. Ergo, being the center of the known universe and all, it must be the same for anyone reading anything I’ve ever written.

To make a list of places I have lived for more that six months at time: New Jersey, New York, South and then North Carolina, Southern California, Central Park, Northern California, Vermont and Massachusetts. The farthest east, of Boston that is, I have been is Morocco. The farthest west, from the same point, is Thailand. The furthest north I have ever been is Nova Scotia and the furthest south is Barbados.

As I look at a globe, there is still a lot of real estate for me to cover to be considered a sophisticated world traveler. I want to go to Tierra del Fuego and Alaska, I want to visit St. Petersburg and Bombay. That should take care of most of the real estate I need to see and say, ’‘I’ve been.‘‘

Alaska is the only state of The Union I have not visited. I have been to Canada many times, but never further north, on the West Coast than the island of Victoria and the city of Vancouver. (Vancouver is much like NYC, exotic by its population alone. It is certainly not Toronto.)

So, Alaska is top on the list. I have seen the Lonely Planet, aka Trekkers, show on Alaska, even know the creatures I despise most on this planet live there in abundance. I still want to visit.

In the house in which I now live and own, reside 8 people. Three are family and five are extended guests. One is from Cuba by way of Mexico. Two others are from Cambodia and Vietnam. The last not ‘from’ calls Brazil her home. The last of the five is exotic only in that he grew up in Queens, a hinterland of NYC to Manhattanites.

I suppose there could be something interesting to write about them. The guest who just left called Kenya her home. There are stories there, but I would be speaking out of turn to tell them.

The late father of my oldest friend was from a part of northeastern Europe that over the past 200 years has been part of Poland, Germany, Austria, Russia and Poland and Germany, and Russia, etc. He joined a freighter in Riga, jumped overboard in Hackensack, swam to Ellis Island and got in line with legitimate immigrants, was given a new name and sent to Hoboken for a train ride out west. He got on the wrong train and ended up in Manhattan’s Pennsylvania Station.

For some strange reason, being a stranger in a strange land, he thought Pennsylvania Station was in Pennsylvania. He was not aware of the American habit of naming places for where they are going rather than for where they are.

In Manhattan, he met a woman from Montreal. They married and had two sons. He became a book seller, trader, collector while his wife worked in the Garment Trade. When died, leaving her with two school aged sons, she moved up in the union hierarchy. She was a saint and was considered so highly, not only by me, but her neighbors that, on her passing, the street upon which she lived for sixty some odd years was named in her honor.

Now that’s interesting. I get up in the morning, eat breakfast, drive to work, work, drive home, eat dinner, watch TV, read the news on line and go to bed, if needed, repeat. I go to church on Sunday and pay my taxes. I could go Walter Mitty and invent exotic corners to this life, but in truth it is about as ordinary as one can imagine.

Nothing I did up to around thirty-five could be considered ordinary. It took me three years of extensive physical therapy to recover from the first thirty five, or so, years. Since then, I have done all I can to be as ordinary as possible. It must be said, I am being quite successful in my ordinariness.

For those not born into it, there is extensive work involved. It helps to marry into ordinariness, but it is not required if the spouse is just as interested in become ordinary as well. It does take two to be routine.

My aging fingers are beginning to hurt. I think we’ll make this chapter one and be done with it.
Don’t hold your breath for chapter two. I will do my best to produce it, but you can just do so much with so little.

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