Well that was short-lived.
As y’all can see, I redesigned. Again. I just “wasn’t feeling” that design, and apparently I wasn’t the only one. Thanks for all the feedback, folks. Hopefully this new look incorporates the best of both worlds. Most importantly, I think it reflects my personality: simple, tidy, and fun/cute/endearing.
And yes, I drew those icons. :)
There are a few more minor tweaks to make, but it’s the kind of stuff that probably no one will notice except me, so I’m not going to work on it right now. I’ve already wasted spent enough time coding and banging my head against the keyboard. (*mumbles angrily about browser compatibility*) It’s time to get back to the real work.
From the NYTimes review of a new book that I want to read, “Beg, Borrow, Steal – A Writer’s Life”:
The idea was that none of these jobs should be too involving or require a real commitment; Greenberg was saving himself for his serious writing, thereby becoming yet another martyr to art, like so many other New Yorkers. In talking about the workroom in the West Village he has rented for 25 years, he writes: “I figure that I have spent more than 50,000 hours in this room and wonder aloud if the products of those hours — from a first novel brought to an end because I couldn’t bear to revise it anymore, to the voice-over narration for a television program about golf — have configured themselves into a single repellent mass.” When he tries to rent the studio to a young woman “who approaches writing as if it were a rational, upwardly mobile career,” she flees, as if she can smell the odor of defeat in the shabby room.
A list of the (supposedly) “Best Fiction of the Millenium (So Far)”. Of these 20 books, I have read… one. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. It was good. Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so.