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    So, I've moved most of the posts over to here (punt.nl). The ones I didn't move were posts I was no longer very satisfied with, posts that would have been better suited to Twitter than a blog, and one or two that got messed up beyond saving due to weblog.nl's move from Typepad to Wordpress.
     
    New posts will start appearing on this blog again now.
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    A short post about commenting on my blog. I'll sticky it at the top of my blog.

    1) It may or may not take me a very long time to sift through and approve comments. I'm talking anywhere from hours to MONTHS. This is a spoon-heavy thing for me.

    2) One rule: MY BLOG; MY DECISIONS. I will simply delete/not publish offensive comments. I might do whatever I like to truly horrific comments (this includes posting them completely edited). Simple stuff applies, like: keep your disablism and any other bad -isms off my blog; no personal attacks (and I don't mean just personal attacks on me); don't take your fights with others onto my turf; if I discover you bully/stalk/harrass/etc other people, no comment of yours will ever make it to publication here.

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    [Originally posted on 14 Feb. 2008, when my blog was over at weblog.nl:]
     

    I think the title of this blog explains it all, but just in case:

    This blog has no set topic. I will blog about anything that happens to catch my fancy. However, it is very likely that those topics that I have a long-term interest in will appear on this blog (far) more often than other topics.

    So, as a real start to this blog, a poem that I like by E. A. Poe:

    Alone

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were---I have not seen
    As others saw---I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow; I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone;
    And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
    Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life---was drawn
    From ev'ry depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still:
    From the torrent, or the fountain,
    From the red cliff of the mountain,
    From the sun that 'round me roll'd
    In its autumn tint of gold---
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it pass'd me flying by---
    From the thunder and the storm,
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view.

    - E. A. Poe

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