i didn't want to go to bed last night until i mastered either torrents or RSS, but i went to be anyway. and dreamt of mastering these things.
okay, so i haven't mastered it but i have figured out how to download a torrent and then put it into another program (azureus, i think is the spelling) and download. now i need from you your favorite torrent site. how about it? please?
off to RSS learning.
i now know what an RSS feed does. i know how to go to my microsoft homepage (as if i would) and change and add RSS feeds. i know how to do that on livejournal, too. whee. five articles and i know what i did when i started but with a whole bunch of other words.
i have only just now found out that you need help to turn RSS to HTML. that was one useful bit of information and i found it at the feedforall site.
i still don't know things like how to do anything i wanted to do. can i post one song at a time? can i use a blogger account to podcast? it seems way too much hassle to put it on my site and do it myself, if i could open a syndicated account, that would be so much easier.
these are the questions i'm not getting answered, if anyone has the answers, please tell me. thank you.
can i host the audio content on my server while using a blog service?
i'm transcribing, for the first time, a collection of poems that survived from high school. and the poet at 16 is bad, boys and girls. it wasn't until after high school that i got exposed to jelo biafra's spoken word. and then rollins. i learned there are no limits and the definition of "poetry" is a wishy washy thing that you can try to make the most of.
i learned some things yesterday. you do that when you read three years of poetry out loud. you'd better. what i learned about kasey's death: thank gods the pain fades and i don't feel like that anymore. what i learned about me: i make myself the victim. i don't do it on purpose, i don't mean to do it, but i do. and it comes out in my poetry. only a portion of my stuff is about me, so i guess it can be pretty intense.
what i'm learning from these 20 odd poems i'm reading now is that i've always been screaming for love and feeling trapped. yep. sums it up. as awkward as my poetry is from back in high school, it still rings true to what i was feeling. even if it does all rhyme.