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A Garden of Virtues

For once, I have very specific things in mind for my new site. I know just what I want and how I want to do it, but it is not coming together like I hoped, and I am disappointed about this.

There are a few problems.

This site must employ RSS feeds, podcasting and vodcasting, a blog with picture upload, and preferably an associated photo gallery. I want it to be completely portable, so that one can subscribe to any or all elements through an external program. Wordpress can do this.

I have Wordpress on Winter-light.net, but I must set it up myself on mont.cc.

There are two problems: they are external/presentation issues, but unless they feel right to me I positively cannot proceed. That is because if I make a change, all the work I will have done will have to be redone.

The first problem is URL. I have those two domain names. For reasons long to explain it would be far easier to do this on winter-light.net, but The Garden of Virtues doesn't sound anything like Winter Light. I don't want to put it on a subdomain because it is My Site and I want it to have special distinction. Mont.cc might be best now that I consider it. There are instructions with my registrar that can walk me through making my own database, though I sure don't want to.

But basically, A Garden of Virtues will be a perfectly portable, perfectly explicit place to harbor all of the things I love to great extent-- I will be able to email posts to it, as well. But it must be perfect, otherwise, there seems no point.

Which comes to my discussion on site layouts. There are so many unattractive site layouts. Mine have never been objectionable, but over the years I have slowly shrunk into cowardice at CSS, etc. And have used defaults.

But Wordpress is free license software, not corporate like Blogger or Livejournal, and its layouts are somewhat unprofessional. That and I have no ability to modify them. I may be able to tweak a little, but I don't know where to start. The thought of it is overwhelming.

But I have devised a plan. I will put the Garden on mont.cc and make a database, no matter how difficult. Then I will upload all of the templates I think have promise to the Garden and slowly learn to modify them. This will be long and not as gratifying as a ready-made, but I really cannot start my site until I am sure it can be as perfect as I need it to be.

I am at Waffle House today. I desperately craved a change, and some sweet tea. I am also editing Glass House.

Today has not been bad. I have not been loafing, but I will very likely have that opportunity this afternoon. When I loaf, I do not edit my stories, because they require too much concentration, so a slow day is actually not gratifying to me.

By the way "Fray" thank you for your comments as of late. There are many advantages to being an adult, or have you forgotten them? Shall I remind you?

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