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This is one of those nonsense, test posts. Since upgrading to Gutenberg, it’s time to check out those pesky blocks in a safe environment. So far, I’m not thrilled with the way it handles HTML. Other than that, it seems, on the surface, much easier for clients (aka non techies) to update content and “design” it. Generally a good thing.
Ceci n’est pas un bloc. Ceci est un bloc.
| Ceci est une table. | 1 | 2 |
| La table est bleu. | 3 | 4 |
Cover Block
So, this blog is virtually invisible. It’s possible that way back in 2007 –
– I even set up an .htaccess file and/or robots.txt file so that the g-d g0-ggle doesn’t index this blog. I’m too lazy to verify.
But what I suddenly realized contemplating whether it’s worth it to keep this blog up for testing (themes etc) in the day and age where “staging sites” render that notion more or less obsolete, and that I’m hanging onto this site, wasting precious breaths reading it (while enjoying or shuddering at my younger self), that it’s anonymity/invisibility/etc is the perfect venue for me to just write without any concerns of judgement.
What stops me from blogging elsewhere (which I do, and have done) is basically something else I need to declutter — perfectionism. I like to craft each post with carefully created images, with logical thoughts, with “value”, with something that doesn’t just take up space and, all that. Whereas here, it can be whatever the frig it wants to be.
Frig, or Frigg. The goddess of Asgard, which I know not because I vaguely remember a first year university mythology class, but because we binge watched the excellent The Almighty Johnsons. For me it’s almost Trailer Park Boys meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer, minus too much gore. There’s a bit of fire, as Loki is one of the characters. A comedy about a group of brothers, who are part human, part Norse gods, and their quest to find Frigg, Odin’s wife, who once found, will mean they get their powers back in full. It’s funny, wistful and ends before it turns into Friends.
Just typing that I feel a weight off my shoulders. Who cares if I keep or delete this blog? Should I import some of the archives somewhere else? It doesn’t matter. The forest will keep changing and keep remaining the same.