So what's going on...
This is a rattlebag section, of things that entered my head. Its also meant to answer some imponderables.
Imponderables you say?
Yes. Strange things, like why haven't I used frames.
Hey yes! Why haven't you used frames.
I hate them. They get in the way, they slow everthing down, and they don't help navigation in the slightest. Its like trying to read a book through a periscope. And if you get some real sicko filling the screen with them, there are so many little elevator menus it looks like a version of donkey kong.
Tickertape tapes? Server Push Animations?
Yes, spending my time developing little tricks on a league with flipbook animations of people fencing, might seen like edge on technology to you, but doesn't it strike you as a little puerile.
Guess so... But I notice you don't have anything serious on this page? You aren't setting much of an example. Don't you have anything useful on the Web.
Yes, but this stuff isn't it.
I notice that there is no mail to address on your pages. Isn't it good policy to have a reply address if you want people to contact you?
Yes.
A recent survey carried confirmed that Rudyard Kipling's "If" was the public's most popular poem, but relatively close behind it was Blake's Tiger Tiger which many many more know by heart because of its relative lyrical simplicity. Below is on of the many iterations of the poem before reaching the form which we know today. This is taken from Blake's manuscripts. I have tried to maintain the overstriking in the original but have not maintained relative position of the corrections.
Tyger Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare Could frame thy fearful symmetry
In what Burnt in distant deeps or skies
The Cruel Burnt the fires of thine eyes
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand dare seize the fire
And what shoulder & what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart And when thy heart began to beat What dread hand & what dread feet
Could fetch it from the furnace deep
And thy horrid ribs dare steep
In the well of sanguine woe
In what clay & in what mould
Were thy eyes of fury rolld
What Where the hammer what where the chain
In what furnace was thy brain
What the anvil what the arm grasp clasp dread grasp
Dare Could its deadly terrors clasp grasp clasp
Tyger Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand & eye
Dare form frame thy fearful symmetry
In another variation Blake included the line " What the shoulder, what the knee. Did he who make the lamb make thee " which is the sort of cheap rhyming device which should cheer up budding poets the world over. Blake did not however to his eternal shame ever use the lines " What the shoulder, what the knee, have the lovely tyger round for tea " which would have provided this section with a punch line.