I type this at 6:27 PM EDT on Sunday evening July 24 2022 and am timing it to publish at 6:00 AM EDT Monday July 25 there are goldenrods, this shitty blog's Official Flower, blooming in the backyard of the house we stay when in Seal Cove Maine AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT my domain name will renew or not, what not means I don't know, I'm almost certain and bet you digital pints whichever card google charged the ten dollars this idiot pays for fuck me vanity not to have blogspot in my shitty blog's address last year will be renewed see you later or/and don't get me started on elsewhere
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THIS MORNING AT 6:27 Wordpress emailed (I can screenshot it if you insist)
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Laugh, I pay $73 a year for a site exactly three of you visit regularly, rest of you won't no matter how often I bump it here, fine metaphors abound! Renewing!
the photo here reminded me of lines 11 and 12 of the following:ReplyDelete
‘The Missionary Hymn’
By Reginald Heber (1783–1826)
Intended to be Sung on Occasion of his Preaching a Sermon for the Church Missionary Society, in April, 1820
FROM Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river, 5
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error’s chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle, 10
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness 15
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny? 20
Salvation, oh salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 25
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o’er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain, 30
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
the digital commons, which provides us the sheet music for this hymn, warns us: "Some of these resources may contain offensive language or negative stereotypes. Such materials should be seen in the context of the time period and as a reflection of the attitudes of the time. The items are part of the historical record, and do not represent the views of the libraries or the institution."Delete
I count five -- and thank you for the panoply of things which live or can be accessed here.ReplyDelete
I think it's a few more.ReplyDelete
I've reason to believe bypassing BLCKDGRD renders me unrd.ReplyDelete