Friday, November 03, 2006

Notes on Process

Let's try this one: you can make use of bookmarks, I believe. You will have to use html in your newsletter, it's true, because these links are quite long. But that's okay. And how about if you just forget about plain text altogether. Would you get complaints about that? How many readers would you miss. Not many, I think! You have to be flexible, I think. You also have to avoid vague thinking, and be as efficient as you can! So what happens if you publish this short piece without having post pages enabled. Let's put a couple of links in an e-mail message and see what happens...

The Secret Letter from Iraq

The Secret Letter from Iraq

Most Profound Man in Iraq — an unidentified farmer in a fairly remote area who, after being asked by Reconnaissance Marines if he had seen any foreign fighters in the area replied "Yes, you."

Civil Commotion

Civil Commotion

Hi Bob,

I just read your commentary on the recently published book of Reagan's letters. Good work! May I use it for my newsletter on Reagan, The Last Jeffersonian? The newsletter has a good readership, and I know they'd appreciate your remarks about the book.

Let me know what you think. If you like the idea, I'll get the text formatted and run it by you before the newsletter goes out.

Steven Greffenius

Monday, October 23, 2006

Thursday, October 19, 2006

This Land is Your Land

This Land is Your Land - words and music by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me