Monthly Archives: March 2017

Clarifying Things

I wish to make a website. So why don’t I? I have to find out how first. See also my blog Learning, which makes it appear easy. But there’s more to it than meets the eye, there always is. The Devil is in the detail.

I will use WordPress as my website maker.

I have my website designed on paper and the component parts made and collected together, along with url links to things on video sharing websites I want to share. I want clickable icons or pictures to take a viewer to those sites, and I have those icons together also.

So, how to do it?   I searched Google for relevant assistance and knowhow. Here are links to ones I found useful for my purpose:

How To Make A Website:

https://websitesetup.org/

Image Links:

https://en.support.wordpress.com/links/image-links/

WordPress Image Positioning:

http://webtrainingwheels.com/image-positioning-spacing-alignment-wordpress-problems/

Hopefully more or less all I need to know is explained in those descriptions.

At least I hope so. What is a website? What is it for? What can it do? What can it be used for? Look at other people’s websites for an overview, and read, read, read.

Can you put what you want where you want how you want on your website? Yes, with some difficulty, or so it seems to me, more or less. The designer or maker should be in control, not the software or else the designer is not designing. A pencil does what you want, would you have it otherwise?

So I will click on those links and climb the learning curve. Several times, maybe taking notes. Easy when you know how, a nightmare when you don’t.   Here goes nothing,

Tich Ennis

30th March, 2017

UN Address

My fellow blithering eejits. It is with great pleasure that I accept your kind invitation to address you as the unknown gurrier, one among many. Humility, as we all know, is the greatest virtue but not widely practised, and so say all of us.

When eventually I am laid to rest in the tomb of the unknown gurrier, who shall shed a tear? Your place in history is assured, mine as a mute inglorious Milton merely an addendum. I am a statistic, a blip.

You are the men and women who know what to do.   It may be said of you you are the people who knew what had to be done. Yes. The result stands before you.   The judgement of history awaits.

You may write your own histories and I’m sure you will. Lies, damned lies and statistics. History is written by the victors. Who won the war? Truth, they say, is the first casualty. One among many.

The future lies before us. What else is new? Heroic mythology is all around, the good guys and the bad guys.   I know which side you are on. As you keep saying. How could I forget?

To always be right as you are must be pleasurable, you seem satisfied. What of the gurriers of the Earth? Do they matter? Apparently not. History happens.

What have we gurriers to look forward to except winning the lotto? In the lottery of life we drew the short straw. Cannon fodder. Tread lightly for you tread on my dreams.

In your place would I do the same? The same only different.   Is there no hope?   I wouldn’t go that far. We have a lot to look forward to.   A happy ending. And they all lived happily ever after.   A tall story.

I am a simple minded man. Problems are complex. Is there a simple solution? Is a simple solution best? To a simple minded man, yes. But what would I know?   You have power, I have not.

War and peace, fact or fiction? All too true, thanks to you. You have presided over many battles, to the victor the spoils. Power for its own sake. What power for the powerless?

Is right on your side? Who’s side are you on? The side of right or your side? The good guys get shot. Who has the bullets? You.

Is it true to say there are no good guys?   Good is a myth. It is, unless believed in. Belief is proved in practice. Actions speak louder than words. I believe what you do, not what you say.

The state we’re in is not a state of grace. I understand you all too well. You would try the patience of a saint. Thank you for allowing me to speak. I allow myself. Unspoken words, seldom heard.

The truth lies bleeding.

Tich Ennis

30th March, 2017

 

Reality

Don’t worry, I’m there, or at least here, if only for the beer.

Be of good cheer.

I’m the good guy, I will save you before I die.

And you said there are no good guys, get wise.

I am an overgrown teenager, the lone ranger.

Idealism is unrealistic but is not dead.

Reality to the rescue when I get out of bed.

I sleep, I dream, I fantasise.

An end to lies.

In the morning I wake.

End heartbreak.

Tich Ennis

27th March, 2017

Learning

A website is made up of webpages and may have only one, called the homepage. It may have interactivity and sound and vision files available. Its look and feel, so called, is decided on by its maker or designer.

WordPress is the most popular and highly recommended website maker and is free.

A website name is called its domain name and must be unique, yours alone. I infer the name may not include spaces, although I could be wrong but probably am not. This is a pity if so, I mean about not including spaces not about me probably being wrong or otherwise.

The domain name or website name needs to be registered, costing nothing, and the website needs to be hosted, which costs about the price of a cup of coffee per month. A person can host their own website but this is problematic to the uninitiated, such as me.

Who said doing things is easy, finding out how is the hard part? Me. Goya the Spanish painter said he was still learning at 95. I am 76 not out.

If you knew all this already sorry for boring you. I didn’t. I was born a tabula rasa, blank canvas, and am still such in many respects.

This is more or less a memo to myself, I want this knowledge hardwired into my brain.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. None at all can be fatal.

You learn something new every day. Did you know whiskey is spelled differently in Ireland as distinct from Scotland? Now you do.

That’s your quota,

Tich Ennis

27th March, 2017

Singing

I can’t pretend I’m not there when I sing.

Singing is not my primary thing.

I am a man of my word, the written word.

.Are my songs the best ever heard?

Well I like them anyway and so do some other folk.

Should I make a joke?

Sorry I spoke.

I am the spoke in your bicycle wheel.

I sing with feel.

I just sold a cd.

Will he like it as much as me?

I’ll wait and see.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2017

Michael Whoever You Are

I regard you as a fundamental particle.

The genuine article.

I know someone said you’re mad.

That’s sad.

You make me glad.

Okay, have I gone away?

From the beginning, stopped sinning?

Why are you fundamental, if not gentle?

Its like this, you see.

You are part of me.

And I of you too.

In this Irish stew.

There is more to say but who do you think I am?

I give a damn.

So do you I know.

You did before I told you so.

You give me hope, you dope.

Dope is taken to get over things.

Politicians and kings.

Things like these bring us to our knees.

Birds and bees.

Why mention nature, not the human kind?

Because it makes sense, never mind.

Others like you too I know.

I go.

I said before I don’t know when to end a poem.

By their friends shall ye know ‘em.

But Hell, I mean how do we get out of this hole?

You play a role.

That will have to do.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2017

That Rat

I have done this but I haven’t done that,

I suppose I’ll have to go out, I smell a rat.

I once saw a live rat in a shop window beside a loaf of bread.

On the quays in Dublin, I suppose that rat is dead.

Another time a guy walking along the quays met a girl who asked him was he doing business at half past three.

So he said to me.

Or maybe it was half past one in the afternoon, he was surprised she was out so soon.

Not under the Moon.

Tich Ennis

24th March, 2017