Saturday, November 22, 2008

Gambler... (HTML and other gaffes (But still I Live))

As I was messing with things in the "customize blog" section, blogger decided it did not like the fact that I had 2 headers (the tiny one with only the blog name and the large one with my Detroit banners) and eliminated the banner for me. How special. Maybe it knows I don't live near Detroit anymore. Perhaps it wants me to call my blog "S Cedar Street Love Graffiti", or "Farm Lane Cow Chip Cozy" or some other suitably East Lansing-ish name.

Nothing I could try would bring back the 2nd header (which was a remnant from the chaotic age when we could apparently have as many headers as we wished) , seems we are all limited to only having 1 header now. We just can't be trusted with 2 headers, that would be total anarchy.

All I wanted was my banner back! Any of them--I have a large collection of banners that I made just for this site, and finally I decide to change the good old "Heartaching..." banner for a new one and suddenly I am only given the choice of a tiny banner for a tiny header, blogger having decided that I probably would have little use for a large header.

The only way to fix it? To change my template to this one.

At first, I was aghast at the thought. But after doctoring the HTML code a bit, I decided this one was perfect.

Now... To actually use this new template.

Here it goes, I need to rev up the old creative power cells and try to make a run at that next 100 poems.

Wish me luck.

Here's something I wrote at an old friends blog, before I had my own. Crashie brought back that memory to me in her current post, where she talked about how she got her start blogging by ranting on one of her friends blogs for a time, until she felt the confidence to begin her own.

Great how those things work out, ehh?

by Eric1313

They will always be there
the good girls at the bad bars
the gazing faces you won't forget
attached to the name tags
you just can't remember

now that's fleeting
something that tells you
that you are never alone
if you can just create this...

You aren't alone
even if part of you cries
or part of you dies
with each word written

But it won't always be there
so you better listen to it
before it finds someone else...
No matter what the faces said
spitting popcorn and beer fizz
you're all in~
let's see some paint.
No matter what
the girls will always
be at your bar.
So roll the dice,
Mr. Snake Eyes -
It's your call...

"Wild Bill" art by Fountain.

26 comments: said...

Looks like XP was trying to square the circle with its Pi and got F8cked up like the rest of us.

I can't access my own site tonight.
Says access forbidden...Had to go to Josies blog, where she had me highlighted. Finally got in.

Tired tonight, but the poem seems to evoke Vintage Kitty Wells and her Honky-tonk angel...But both versions of that were dark. This is light. Full of hope.

eric1313 said...

Hey Ivan!

Yeah MS has a bit of the elBusho's 'Fuzzy Math' problems, ehh?

Yeah, this is very much full of hope. When I read it, it really struck me in a surprising way how unabashed I was in my hope.

And you know? It inspired me too.

This one only needed a little bit of editing to fix.

I would have liked to have left it alone, but that's just not how I work.

Charles Gramlich said...

Didn't you know, at approximately 12:15 this last evening Blogger became self-aware? A lot of stuff went wrong then. And it'll only get crazier. said...

Touch of old Rasta in the Raster,I guess...Whatever that means.

One night not too long ago, I seemed to have entered your bar through a kind of synchronicity.

Actually it was a real bar.

Somebody said there was a phone call for me. There was a girl sitting just behdig the phone on a stool she had pulled back to watch the band.
I had been working at construction and was still high from the work. Could have upended a boxcar if I wanted to, it seemed to me in throughout the all day stress and the adrenaline rush.

Dunno what happened but as I picked up the phone she wrapped her legs around my neck from behind as I was talking.
Oy. Stranger in Paradise.
Talk into the mike.
Oh how great to revel and carouse.

Yeah. Those bars are still out there. The universe is polluted with them.

eric1313 said...


LOL!!! Run to the hills! Sell all stocks and bonds, and buy shotguns and canned goods!

Somebody will have to take this war to the machine!

eric1313 said...


Exactly! And with all the younger girls going for older guys, I'm just letting myself age like fine wine. They'll be there, but inspiration comes and goes...

Of course...

It will probably always be there, but I don;t like taking it for granted, since I've ran into year long droughts before.

That sounds like a good time! She smelled the pheromones...

I always love dealing with the unexpected stranger issues.

can be exciting to say the least.

i beati said...

you're right of course.. Like the acrostic too.. sk

Jo said...

::::WELCOME BACK:::: It's nice to see you again.

I like your new template. It's quite similar to your other one.

How are you???

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Thank God life's not that simple, in my secret life...L. Cohen. I have to disagree with Leonard this time. More than less, I yearn for the simpler times. The machines seem to be taking over. That image of Pi reminds me of the film
"Pi". If you haven't seen it, highly recommend. It's an indie made in the late 90's.
Poignant, Eric. Yes, inspiration is like trying to hold water in the palm of your hand, isn't it?

Crushed said...

It's funny how we get into these things...

I kind of got into it by accident.

New template, new chapter eh?

Lana Gramlich said...

Sorry about the HTML problems. Good luck with the new template!
This poem almost sounds like a song to me...all it needs is music.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I'm shaking the tumbler and watching the grain of the felt baize to guess which way the cubes will fall..

Princess Pointful said...

I have a sense that I have read the line about inspiration before, but I could be mistaking fondness for familiarity.
It is funny how consistencies can be reassuring, even when they seem completely unrelated to our own lives...

eric1313 said...

i beati

Thanks for the visits! And I don;t think I thanked you for the spotlight back when you directed folks to my blog. Thanks for the traffic!


Hey, It's good to be back, now for another post...

Good to see you are still hanging in there as well.

eric1313 said...

Petra Michelle

When you think you have a handle on inspiration is when it slips away like a ghost through wind-blown door.

Very well said.

Leonard has it right about much, but not about everything.


I hope the new template works like that, we'll see how it goes.

And yeah, we all need somewhere to start. Thank god for the understanding folks out there. They make life so very grand.

KarmaLennon said...

Blogger went crazy on me too. So now my page is all plain. And hey, I remember this poem!! Thanks for stopping by Movie Slayer. The poetry blog is still up and running just running a little less often. ;)

Glad you're back! :)

eric1313 said...


I here that a lot. I should start putting these songs to music. I play guitar and write music, but always had a problem with lyrics...

Now, I guess that isn't a problem!

Ultra Toast

Make mine a triple sir! Much needed, as the road, well, she's a dusty one.

Peace out!

eric1313 said...


I'm sure the line about inspiration has cropped up elsewhere. Out of all the lines in this poem, that one is the least inspired, ironically enough. But it still holds a truth of it's own.

True about consistencies. One familiar echo, and we know we are there in the comfort zone, we know we are home.

Thanks for welcoming me home!

Karma Lennon

Really? I just looked through all my poems really fast and did not see it on the list. Maybe I named it something else... Hmmmm...

But I'll take your word for it and I will try not to repost in the future, since that is anathema to what this blog is supposed to be about.

Good to see you! And I'll link you up to be certain.

Peace out, y'all.

kj said...

eric! i didn't understand the power (or comfort) of inspiration until i started writing for real.

as to your template, new debut
as to your poems, keep 'em coming please


eric1313 said...


I will certainly do that. Thank you for the words, the support and the encouragement.

And I hope inspiration stays and only grows stronger--for the both of us!

Marissa said...

I love this new template. Fresh look, fresh start! :)

eric1313 said...


It will work out that way, I have a good feeling about it.

Thanks for your friendship and support!

Beth said...

I so don't understand html and well, a majority of computer stuff. Wish I did.

Cool poem and loved that last surprise pic too!

eric1313 said...


Thanks for the visit! Yeah, the HTML thing can be a pain in the butt for sure. I've bumbled with it enough to learn a few things, though.

At least I know how to make the page wider so I can fit more words with a bit lest space taken up over all.

Ant said...

I really enjoyed this poem - it's simpler and more straight-forward than your other stuff, and I suppose that clicks with the way I operate generally...

(Not that I'm dissing your other stuff btw, more a reflection on my lack of poetic appreciation if anything...)

eric1313 said...


It's all good! If I get too complex in a poem, it's generally because I tried too hard to make the poem into what it seemed it was not... I think that makes sense... ?

It does make sense. I'll stick with that.

I generally like to have a poem be simple and have a message, and then have the metaphors line up.

It's just a better way to operate.

Besides, poetry held itself above the mainstream for so long, I like being one of the exponents that wants it to be more grounded and accessible.

Thanks for the comment.