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Broken Pages

These two pages should be more presentable now:

I discovered last weekend that their behavior had deteriorated since they were first published. I didn’t know what could have sent them down the wrong path – they seemed to be perfectly good pages at first. But it was corruption on the inside, a corrupt Blog Post block, that was their downfall.

I have now rebuilt them with the noble Query Loop block, an intense and complex fellow, but very able. I expect them to now live long lives free from corruption. I commend them to you.

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A confession

Welcome to 2021


Can I confess something?

I spent 2020 doing a lot more thinking about writing this blog than actually writing and posting anything.

I felt less than good about it. My sincere apologies.


I could blame the blasted new WordPress block editor.

When you have only a few working brain cells left, like me…

When you are one of those peeps who read the instructions first, like me…

And the instructions are written assuming no one reads the instructions…

Learning the block editor is risky business. It might be the last thing you ever do.

On my gravestone: He almost learned the new block editor.


But there’s more to it, truth be told.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have new ideas to write about. There are plenty of those.

It wasn’t that I lost interest in blogging. I’m as motivated now as ever, maybe more so.

It felt like finishing a new post…well, somehow it felt like someone had set the bar higher while I wasn’t looking. I couldn’t jump over it as easily.

And I didn’t want to fail.

So I spent a lot of time just eyeing the bar, visualizing myself jumping over it.

I spent time cataloging all the times I had cleared the bar before, making those reruns more accessible.

I spent time thinking that another week has gone by and I haven’t contributed anything to my friends out there.

I spent time thinking how, if I just organized myself, I could do better.


You know what the real problem is?

My own pride.

My own need to think of myself as someone who always comes up with something clever…or beautiful…or (God help us) profound.

That’s the real problem.

I’ve come to realize I haven’t been willing to enter the blogosphere without my makeup on.

As if this blog were all about me. Which it isn’t.

(Confession over.)


No confession is worth its salt without some sort of corrective action; going forward you will see me endeavor to repent.

I hope you will stick with me, because it might not be pretty.

No, it most definitely will not be pretty.

Like this post right here.

My first of 2021.


Welcome to 2021.