tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33928918042115283062024-03-06T01:22:30.732-05:00Pitching Pennies PoetryPitching Pennies is a family rated contemporary poetry site.
We welcome your visit and your comments.smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-801122628740534132021-08-13T10:02:00.005-04:002021-08-13T10:02:43.962-04:00.postcards in orbit.What's with thia new email protocol? I don't get it AT ALL.
If it's meant to protect the innocent;
listen buddy, it isn't.
The crook still gets in, only
the innocent
are left
on the outside looking in.
My archived files have flown. My history is gone. I have to prove who I am; To my chagrin, I'm not sure I know anymore.
If you've not been in touch for awhile... might br better to try us mail, oh woe is me. I s this our best technology?
wish you were here.smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-46920957022143964672021-07-26T11:51:00.011-04:002021-07-26T13:28:35.676-04:00Sad News from a fellow Pubster (Jantanleo)Emily Doris Howard Tanner, 95, a beloved mother and the widow of Johnnie Minton Tanner, Sr., walked with God her entire earthly journey and Wednesday morning, July 21, 2021, at her residence, she took her Savior by the hand as He led her to the Promised Land.
A Home Going Celebration will be 11AM, Saturday, July 24, 2021, at Rose Hill Baptist Church. Officiating will be Pastor Andrew Wilkes, Pastor Matt Frizell, and Pastor Frankie Tanner. Interment directed by McKenzie Funeral Home will follow in the church cemetery.
The Tanner family will receive family and friends prior to the service from 9:30 to10:30 AM in the church sanctuary.
Mrs. Tanner was born the daughter of Peter Eli Howard and Essie Cribb Howard on March 28, 1926 at the homestead in the Pleasant Hill Community of Georgetown County. She was born the fifth child of eleven siblings: Lonnie Howard, Charlie Howard, Quentin Howard, Gaynell Cumbie, Mary Alford, Sudie Mae Morris, Ann Cottingham, Violet Strong, Sonny Howard, and Perry Howard.
Emily Tanner and her husband Minton (deceased 1999) lived and raised all of their seven children at 214 Frank Cribb Road in the Rose Hill Community of Georgetown County, South Carolina. She was an active member of Rose Hill Baptist church for nearly eighty years. There she encouraged and led women to understand Biblical principles and develop a love for missions. She led the Girls' Auxiliary, teaching young ladies to study the Bible, love Jesus, and pray for missionaries around the world.
.In her later years at Rose Hill she led a group of women, "Crafters for Christ," in the making of projects for local and foreign missions. These projects included caps for cancer patients, bibs for the elderly in nursing homes, packets for prisoners, hygiene packets for sailors, dresses and pants for children, and the hundreds of witnessing dolls that were sent on mission trips to Nicaragua and Honduras. The Crafters at Rose Hill have a new leader and will continue to make projects for local and foreign missions for Christ.
.Emily's love for Christian missions began as a young girl in the Pleasant Hill Baptist Church and continued throughout her life. Even in the early months of her time with Hospice at home, she directed the disbursement of funds for mission projects in Nicaragua and Honduras. Two of those included seed money for a Pharmacy to serve the needy and sewing machines for Nicaraguan women who will make witnessing dolls.
To be a missionary, the dream of her lifetime, was realized twice. She traveled to Nicaragua with her son Frankie and a team of missionaries when she was 76 and 86. Her work there resulted in her having new Christian friends and three "adopted" Christian sons: Pastor Diomedes, Chico, and Juan.
During her life as a full-time Christian wife, mother of seven, homemaker, canner of best Squash pickles, pound cake baker, and strawberry jammer, she also spent some years working at Tupperware and Warner's in Hemingway, SC
In the last few days of life on this Earth, when asked by one of her children, "Momma, do you need anything?" she whispered, "I just need Jesus." For the Christian believer, Heaven has a new resident.
<p> .Her home was blessed with: seven children, Patricia Candal (Pastor Steve), Johnnie Tanner, Jr. (Sharon), Pastor Frankie Tanner (Jessie), Phyllis Frye (Mike), Camille Scott (Pastor Theron), Julie West (Pastor Ricky), and Janet Leonard (Brian); thirteen grandchildren, Andrew Candal, Jeremy Candal, Joby Tanner, Kevin Tanner, James Tanner, Darby Cariello (Joe), Kimberlee Turnbough (Jonathan), Richard West (Kimberly), Kristen Bourne (Pete Baggesen), Dr. Michelle Nagro (Dorian), Katherine Poje' (Eric), Kelly Leonard, and Christopher Leonard; eight great grandchildren, Ruby, Emily, Brynn, Nate, Johnny, Kenley, Addison, and a new gift in September; one sister, Mary Alford; a large number of nieces and nephews; and her fur baby, Boe.
<p> .
She was predeceased by: her parents; her husband; a grandson, Kevin; her siblings, Lonnie, Charlie, Quentin, Gaynell, Sudie Mae, Ann, Violet, Sonny and Perry.
<p> .In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to Rose Hill Baptist Church, C/O Missions Budget, 4572 S-22-6, Georgetown, SC, 29440 or Mechanicsville Baptist Church, C/O Nicaragua Missions, 2364 Cashua Ferry Road, Darlington, SC, 29532.
<p> .Some masks for COVID protection are available in the church foyer.
McKenzie Funeral Home is honored to serve the
Tanner family.
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-69085514073958846252020-12-04T00:23:00.010-05:002021-01-06T16:27:17.830-05:00smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-61310685484966094832020-09-15T23:58:00.008-04:002020-09-21T15:56:50.378-04:00<span style="font-size: large;">A Snippet of Light</br>
<span style="font-size: large;">
All is drear today in this dark valley, <br>but for the ray of light we carry safe within. <br>Call on it now that the
sun might shine-- that joy might transcend <br> to celebrate where we are going;where we have been.
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smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-51331886551251668502020-09-05T02:55:00.003-04:002020-09-05T02:55:54.936-04:00His PromiseWhen darkness falls Across the page and amber rays elude the eye,
The seasons will continue; no need to question why. There is a plan, a greater plan
than our mere minds can comprehend. There is a circle, ever turning; It has no end.
It defies our reasoning and turns death’s fetid breath to just a breeze.
Death’s season holds no fear for us nor can it conquer spirits bold and true.
It shrinks beneath His promise of eternal peace. We, the weak and weary
are confident of His grace; Even when we stumble, He attends our needs.
He asks only that we seek His light for it will end the darkest night.
And lift our eyes to sunshine at the break of each new day
Smzang 8/23/2020
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-11982768787243589022020-06-23T22:53:00.002-04:002020-06-23T22:53:37.105-04:00It Doesn't Take Sherlock Holmes<br />
By <a href="https://thepeacefulpub.com/author/thepeacefulpub/">SMZ</a>
<li class="post-date meta-wrapper"><span class="meta-icon"><span class="screen-reader-text">Post date</span> <svg aria-hidden="true" class="svg-icon" focusable="false" height="19" role="img" viewbox="0 0 18 19" width="18" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M 4.60069 4.09375 L 3.25 4.09375 C 2.47335 4.09375 1.84375 4.72335 1.84375 5.5 L 1.84375 7.26736 L 16.1563 7.26736 L 16.1563 5.5 C 16.1563 4.72335 15.5267 4.09375 14.75 4.09375 L 13.3993 4.09375 L 13.3993 4.55556 C 13.3993 5.02155 13.0215 5.39931 12.5556 5.39931 C 12.0896 5.39931 11.7118 5.02155 11.7118 4.55556 L 11.7118 4.09375 L 6.28819 4.09375 L 6.28819 4.55556 C 6.28819 5.02155 5.91043 5.39931 5.44444 5.39931 C 4.97845 5.39931 4.60069 5.02155 4.60069 4.55556 L 4.60069 4.09375 Z M 6.28819 2.40625 L 11.7118 2.40625 L 11.7118 1 C 11.7118 0.53401 12.0896 0.15625 12.5556 0.15625 C 13.0215 0.15625 13.3993 0.53401 13.3993 1 L 13.3993 2.40625 L 14.75 2.40625 C 16.4586 2.40625 17.8438 3.79137 17.8438 5.5 L 17.8438 15.875 C 17.8438 17.5836 16.4586 18.9688 14.75 18.9688 L 3.25 18.9688 C 1.54137 18.9688 0.15625 17.5836 0.15625 15.875 L 0.15625 5.5 C 0.15625 3.79137 1.54137 2.40625 3.25 2.40625 L 4.60069 2.40625 L 4.60069 1 C 4.60069 0.53401 4.97845 0.15625 5.44444 0.15625 C 5.91043 0.15625 6.28819 0.53401 6.28819 1 L 6.28819 2.40625 Z M 1.84375 8.95486 L 1.84375 15.875 C 1.84375 16.6516 2.47335 17.2813 3.25 17.2813 L 14.75 17.2813 C 15.5267 17.2813 16.1563 16.6516 16.1563 15.875 L 16.1563 8.95486 L 1.84375 8.95486 Z" fill=""></path></svg></span> <span class="meta-text"><a href="https://thepeacefulpub.com/2020/06/23/it-doesnt-take-sherlock-holmes/">June 23, 2020</a> </span></li>
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<li class="post-date meta-wrapper"><span class="meta-text">After announcing the closure of my Wordpress blogs, a competitor sent the following email: </span> e</li>
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“Sarah,<br />
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I hope you will give me an answer on this question. Is there any way you could transfer ownership of the Pub to me? I would put up an announcement of the change of ownership and pay you whatever you still have invested in the site.</div>
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I just hate the idea of trying to build a new blog from scratch. I understand the problems you have with the new editor style, and <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><em><strong>I may end up switching somewhere else myself. However, for now I could use the ready-made audience</strong></em></span>.”<br />
<br />
The audacity of this individual disgusts me. I wanted you all to know ‘how important”<br />the Peaceful Pub is to this person. It means nothing. to him obviously.<br />
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I would ask that if you see someone has attempted to steal the 20 years we have put into building the name that you will not support the efforts of the would be thief. There<br /> are those whom I have asked to take over the Pub, both in the past and at this time; they were/are not available to do so.<br />
The person who sent me the email has been making statements that suggest he was with the Pub from the start-up. He was not. Not with the original pub nor with this one which began in 2017.<br />
At any rate, this post is not meant to create a discussion. It is meant to inform our members.<br />
And in order to save the keystroke it would take to reply to his email I will reply here:<br />
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<strong>Most emphatically I will reply to your audacious question.</strong></div>
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<strong> I quote you verbatim ” </strong><em>I would put up an announcement of the change of ownership and pay you whatever you still have invested in the site</em><strong>.” </strong></div>
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<strong> What do you think is a fair price for one’s good name? Whatever you think, it is not enough. My name is not for sale nor is the name of the peaceful pub</strong></div>
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<strong>As far as what I have invested in the site…you could never amass it. It has nothing to do with filthy lucre. </strong></div>
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Furthermore, it is my opinion that you haven’t a clue what the Pub<br /> stands for.</div>
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Thank you for offering me the incentive to state my piece.</div>
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<em><strong>NOTE </strong></em>For all of you author associates who did not send me that email, I will be sending you a personal note within the next week. You are dear to me. <em>Sarah</em></div>
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smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-49217327159131564862020-06-15T22:34:00.000-04:002020-06-15T22:34:52.871-04:00<h2>
</h2>
<h2>
</h2>
<h2>
Notte di Luna Piena (Full Moon Night)</h2>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Such is the soul that mortal eye<br /> cannot see. A word heard<br /> but not understood, familiar<br /> from dreams, this symphony.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Por ti volare.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Because you give me wings,<br /> I soar. Song of the land, night winds<br /> are whispering.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Con ti partiro, for as long<br /> as the moon is full. What’s in a song?<br /> What magic makes wise men<br /> such fools?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Such is the soul that mortal eyes<br /> cannot see, Such is the reason<br /> we dance in the rain.<br /> Canta ora per me.</span><br />
<br />
<em>A full moon and a Bocelli concert are a dangerous<br /> combination. If you have heard his album “Si”<br />you will recognize several of his titles sprinkled<br /> through this Full Moon Night.</em><br />
<em>Por ti volare….for you I will fly<br /> Con ti partiro..I’ll leave with you<br /> Canta ora per me…sing now to me.</em>smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-44679542907614565552020-06-15T02:57:00.007-04:002020-06-15T02:57:50.555-04:00<h3>
Pause</h3>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hints of summer warm the air,<br />
Dreams whisper all is well,<br />
Doubts whisper fears.<br />
Will we ever be ourselves again?<br />
Who were we then? Who are we now?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Have we lost that space where calm<br />
prevails? Is it foolishness or faith<br />
to look for light when the sun is slipping<br />
behind a cloud? Despite the unknown<br />
of tomorrow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Write your name with stardust. The night<br />
is clear. Moonlight heals the darkness; we<br />
are as resilient as Earth itself. This moment<br />
is a miracle of wonder; take time<br />
to savor it.</span>smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-91362667575152873452020-06-15T02:55:00.005-04:002020-06-15T02:55:43.788-04:00<h3>
Must be the Weather</h3>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A difficult season,<br />
this one we’re living in.<br />
Confusing, some say<br />
enthusiastically<br />
as if an assertive attitude<br />
will clear up any doubt you,<br />
or they, had.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The government or something like it,<br />
has even cancelled the poetry reading<br />
in town. Makes sense I guess, though<br />
I will confess, I had a vision<br />
that somebody (Clooney or Bocelli,<br />
I couldn’t tell…<br />
the lighting was bad)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stood in a standing room only crowd,<br />
proud to have a spot at all<br />
for my curtain call. And my<br />
how I did read. No over-emoting,<br />
elegantly understated, every syllable<br />
enunciated .. Oh gee,<br />
it was swell.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And when I was done,<br />
I saw him waiting in line<br />
like a hungry waif, patiently<br />
standing until at last it was his turn<br />
when timidly he asked me<br />
to sign his mask. I awoke then.<br />
I wonder what I would have done.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is a difficult season.</span>smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-74171044061557684482020-06-15T02:44:00.000-04:002020-06-15T02:59:27.430-04:00<h3>
Planting a Garden</h3>
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<br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Threatened,<br />
Bullied,<br />
Overcome<br />
by a blank page<br />
staring dumbly at me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Superior,<br />
Rigid, this entity<br />
without a soul<br />
until timidly, then boldly<br />
I mark it with my pen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Slowly It becomes more pliant,<br />
It begins to bend. I show it things…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> A bird on a limb,<br />
A latticed rose climbing,<br />
painting scarlet where drab had been.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Suddenly arable, the page becomes a garden. Each line<br />
a row in bloom. The air wears the scent of roses.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">.</span></div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-55641842340022180562020-06-15T02:38:00.001-04:002020-06-15T03:01:03.047-04:00<br />
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From a Window in the Fourth Floor
Library</h3>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">You would not believe what one can
see<br />
from a window in the fourth floor library:</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 1.5in; tab-stops: 171.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Looking down:<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a forty foot
tall billboard says:<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>THIS IS A SIGN
THAT <br />
<span style="color: white; mso-themecolor: background1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>YOU SHOULDN’T DRIVE HIGH</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 1.5in; tab-stops: 171.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Looking up:<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s the
sky.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Looking over and around:</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can see Harmon
Creek<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>winding along a
deserted highway.<br />
<br />
Every now and then a car goes by—a rhythm section,<br />
backdrop for bird song warm with Spring sun.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 1.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">From this vantage point in the
fourth floor library<br />
one sees peace.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 1.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Somewhere the world has gone mad;
somewhere<br />
nations fight nations; neighbors fight neighbors...<br />
scientists fight a virus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But all that
is far removed<br />
from us on this peaceful day.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Here in the library on the fourth
floor, looking eye-<br />
to-eye with the eagle on the flagpole, it is easy to <br />
forget dissension and disease.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 1.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Here, it is easy to believe<br />
we can choose the world that we live in.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Smzang <br />
May 03, 2020<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-3161399409322235522020-06-15T02:28:00.000-04:002020-06-15T02:35:25.711-04:00Pitching Pennies on Blogger.com will be the only Pitching Pennies blog.<br />
<br />
This article was written by Smzang.<br />
<br />
<br />
As of June 27, Pitching Pennies on Wordpress will close its doors.<br />
I will miss my blogging friends there. First of all I believe that the effort writers make<br />
deserves more than a cursory glance at a cell phone. Secondly I think the misuse<br />
of iframes (Blocks) is despicable. I have sense enough to understand it is profitable<br />
and that is the bottom line.<br />
Google accounts for <a href="http://www.statisticbrain.com/google-searches/"><strong><em>over 5.7 billion searches</em></strong></a> conducted on the web daily.<br />
The <a href="http://googlewebmastercentral.blogspot.com/2012/06/recommendations-for-building-smartphone.html"><strong>Google-recommended configuration</strong></a> for smartphone-optimized sites is responsive web design.<br />
Responsive Web Design has an assortment of names.<br />
Responsive design creates <span style="color: #ff0033;"><em>blocks</em></span>. There is a block for the title, a block for each paragraph, a block for the header, a block for the footer, etc. “Pages that use frames (blocks) or iframes display several URLs (one for each frame) within a single page.”(this quote from <a href="https://www.ostraining.com/blog/webdesign/against-using-iframes/" rel="nofollow">https://www.ostraining.com/blog/webdesign/against-using-iframes/</a>)<br />
Excerpt from Ars Technica<br />
“Google has deprecated the desktop Web. It’s still here, but for Google it just got less important.<br />
At least that’s the implicit message in Google’s <a href="http://googlewebmastercentral.blogspot.com/2015/04/faqs-april-21st-mobile-friendly.html"><strong>mobile search update</strong></a>. The company is now judging how “mobile-friendly” a site is and is using that metric to weight search results served to mobile devices.<br />
……”The mobile-friendly update will boost the rankings of mobile-friendly pages… in mobile search results worldwide. (Conversely, pages designed for only large screens may see a significant decrease in rankings in mobile search results.)” In other words, sites that work on mobile will outrank sites that don’t when all other things are equal.<br />
So what does a site need to do in order for Google to consider it “mobile-friendly”?<br />
The company’s guidelines suggest that the site start by avoiding any content that requires Adobe’s Flash Player. That will probably sound obvious to most developers at this point, but don’t forget that old YouTube and other video embeds were probably done with <object> tags, which means Flash Player. Google suggests updating to the more modern iframe embed method that’s the default on most video hosting sites today.</object><br />
<br />
Excerpt from OS Training: <a href="https://www.ostraining.com/blog/webdesign/against-using-iframes/" rel="nofollow">https://www.ostraining.com/blog/webdesign/against-using-iframes/</a><br />
<span style="color: #993300;">“If you create an iframe, your site becomes vulnerable to cross-site attacks.</span><br />
<ul>
<li>You may get a submittable malicious web form, phishing your users’ personal data.</li>
<li>A malicious user can run a plug-in.</li>
<li>A malicious user can change the source site URL.</li>
<li>A malicious user can hijack your users’ clicks.</li>
<li>A malicious user can hijack your users’ keystrokes.</li>
</ul>
From <a href="https://stackoverflow.com/questions/362730/are-iframes-considered-bad-practice"><strong>https://stackoverflow.com/questions/362730/are-iframes-considered-bad-practice</strong></a><br />
There is so much information available about block design, iframes, reactive design (all basically the same)<br />
Some of this information is 3 years old, some newer and it is available with a little digging. It is much easier to find positive articles about reactive design because it is what Google wants. It was reactive design that wrecked my original site (after 13 years of energy and effort invested) so one would think I would be immune by now. It is clear that most all servers are making the switch.<br />
I have agonized for several years about responsive design. I have quoted in this article only the quick -find provable, but there is so much more that only the techs for each server know. That is because each server develops proprietary code.<br />
Where will it end?<br />
(There was more, but this is the gist, and it provides links if you care to learn more.)<br />
For me it ends June 27th on this blog. Other of my blogs have different expiration dates. I will not be renewing them. There is always a certain sadness to saying goodbye. I confess to feeling it now.<br />
<br />
But...I also feel an anticipation, an excitement of seeing Pitching Pennies on Blogger.com find its wings and soar.smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-31891027211393727272019-08-30T09:43:00.002-04:002020-06-15T22:44:47.183-04:00Going with the Flow<br />
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<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">In the splendor of a
poet’s pen<br />
a poem lies in waiting.<br />
The words spill from ink<br />
infused with vision.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Some will write a
smile<br />
that lights the page<br />
and some will write<br />
to quell some inner rage,</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Some will write to
share<br />
a deeper thought<br />
and some will fill the page<br />
with endless rant.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Poems are like people<br />
in all sizes and all shapes.<br />
Some prefer the classic<br />
while some seek only new.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">The best of all the
poems<br />
and the happiest people too<br />
are those content<br />
to do just what they do.</span><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-40451255804463111472019-06-22T15:37:00.001-04:002020-06-15T22:45:27.581-04:00First Day of Summer<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 1in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A magic flute, a silver note,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a robin on the wing;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">everything is celebrating</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">summer and I</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">am one with them.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 1in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">My eyes see only art,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the weed, the vine, the bloom,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the supple Maple tree,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Each is a maestro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in its proclivity to dance, or sing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or merely be.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 1in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Though I,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">wan mortal that I am,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">stand paler</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by their beauty, Today</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am at once the wing-ed bird</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and the graceful tree.</span></div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-21010662975938983562019-06-13T20:10:00.000-04:002020-06-15T22:46:08.809-04:00How I'll Cure the World<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will
write the demons,<br />
the silent screams and tears,<br />
the groundless, and not so groundless, fears<br />
accumulated like mismatched luggage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">No fancy
suit bag here,<br />
just battered baggage<br />
scarred and damaged,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">the ugly
rumblings of griffins<br />
and goblins, the predators<br />
with twirled mustaches,<br />
vile breathed and detached.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will
write the shadows<br />
that smother the sun,<br />
the smog and the pollution,<br />
the pestilence of intimidation,<br />
the bias of discrimination,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will
write the smack, the crack,<br />
the booze, the pills, the pain,<br />
the insane refrain that does not dwindle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will
write it all<br />
then crunch it up<br />
into a vulgar ball<br />
and burn it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-79662575223111653072019-05-20T14:47:00.001-04:002019-05-31T14:59:40.921-04:00Country Wisdom<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
</div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span>
<h3>
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; tab-stops: center .5in;">
There are
some things you live your whole life<br />
without knowing, some facts that nobody cares<br />
that you lack. Of course, if you’d be a farmer,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><br />
you must know <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a mule from a horse.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; tab-stops: right .5in;">
If you should
be asked to write for Farm Journal<br />
it is important to know that the fruit of the corn <br />
is known as a kernel; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>chickens gathered to
eat <br />
said fruit are rightfully called a flock.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;">
A bullock (or ox if you choose) has
never <br />
been noted for curls. That mentioned, two bullocks<br />
are oxen, single one out it’s an ox. Furthermore,<br />
if it’s a cow, it’s always a girl.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;">
A sow<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(as in cow)is a hog that’s had babies, <br />
before that she was a pig, and even prior, in a time<br />
somewhat remote, that pig was known as a shoat. <br />
Then as now, in good times<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and worse, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
you can’t turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span></div>
</span></span></h3>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<h3>
</h3>
</div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-26768095169202747592019-05-19T05:39:00.000-04:002019-05-19T05:41:01.273-04:00This New Day<span class="posted-on">On <a href="https://smzang.com/2019/05/16/this-new-day/" rel="bookmark"><time class="entry-date published" datetime="2019-05-16T07:34:10-05:00">May 16, 2019</time><time class="updated" datetime="2019-05-16T08:41:12-05:00">May 16, 2019</time></a></span><span class="byline"> By <span class="author vcard"><a class="url fn n" href="https://smzang.com/author/smzang/">smzang</a></span></span><span class="cat-links">In <a href="https://smzang.com/category/1/" rel="category tag">1</a>, <a href="https://smzang.com/category/poetry/" rel="category tag">Poetry</a>, <a href="https://smzang.com/category/sarah-zang-smzang/" rel="category tag">sarah zang, smzang</a></span><span class="comments-link"><a href="https://smzang.com/2019/05/16/this-new-day/#comments">4 Comments</a></span><br />
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<div class="entry-content">
..begun with birdsong and dew;<br />
and a newspaper that’s a smear<br />
of condensation and sensationalism<br />
(soon only the scandal sheets<br />
will survive.)</div>
<div class="entry-content">
Each day<br />
marks the end of something…<br />
flexibility, dexterity, temerity…<br />
the probability that today it might be<br />
the end of war and world hunger<br />
is a jump even on this optimistic morning<br />
when May and the sun conspire for perfection<br />
but the possibility is there.</div>
<div class="entry-content">
Hungry souls<br />
sense what they never know.<br />
Somewhere inside<br />
all of us live alone. Breathe deeply<br />
as if consciousness expands<br />
with the lungs. Take that first sip<br />
of dawn and with it a hit of reality…<br />
This day will be what we make it.</div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-47460125082139178882019-05-11T11:31:00.002-04:002019-05-11T11:31:37.149-04:00Quotable Quotes<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #111111; font-family: "Alegreya Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17.85px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 30.34px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
You can complain because roses have thorns or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. ~Ziggy</div>
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Tomorrow is yet to be. Today is the miracle.<span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic;">Unknown</em><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />In acceptance, there is peace.<span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">1 Timothy 2:15</em></div>
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Worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere.<span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">Glenn Turner</em></div>
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Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. –<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">Thich Nhat Hanh</em></div>
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The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it. <span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">Unknown</em></div>
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When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.<span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">Franklin D. Roosevelt.</em></div>
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Patience is the key to paradise. <span> </span><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px;">Turkish Proverb</em></div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-72687305268690014792019-05-02T16:54:00.000-04:002019-05-02T16:54:59.907-04:00Goldfish and Sinusitis<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #111111; font-family: "Alegreya Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17.85px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 30.34px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
Belly up<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />is not how it’s supposed to look,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />is it? Eyes glazed, sightless…<br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px;" />What will I tell her?</div>
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That nothing is permanent,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />that life brings disappointments<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />even when a goldfish<br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px;" />is the object of affection?</div>
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Sparkles has lost his sheen.<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Already those opalescent scales<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />have dulled pale and pasty;<br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px;" />even the special light bulb</div>
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cannot make it right.<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />I will not tell her, not yet.<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Instead I make the rounds…<br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px;" />19 pet stores in a 30 mile radius;</div>
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surely one will have a double.<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Yes! Sparkles lives again.<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />After all, it is Spring,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />a time for miracles<br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px;" />and sinusitis.</div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-67365157584558503452019-04-21T01:07:00.000-04:002019-04-21T01:07:21.981-04:00When they Crucified my Lord<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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* the title is a line from The Wasteland by TS Eliotsmzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-4347610765053584972019-03-22T15:17:00.000-04:002019-03-22T15:17:48.325-04:00To Bryant's Fountain<br />
“…shall the veins that feed thy constant stream be choked in middle earth, and flow no more forever, that the water-plants along thy channel perish, and the bird in vain alight to drink?” (<em>from The Fountain by William Cullen Bryant</em>)<br />
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What feelings has a fountain stilled<br /> by overgrowth of moss and twigs?<br /> Your silenced waters trod to dust<br /> by the endless marching years.<br />
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The twisting thicket pushes hard<br /> against your stony face; leafy<br /> lances penetrate your walls. Wrens<br /> pass without a pause to rest.<br />
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What history lies sleeping, deep<br /> within your heart…unreachable<br /> through the thorns and tangled ivy?<br /> What native brave slaked his thirst<br />
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with your cold water, ere it turned<br /> red with conquered’s blood or stain<br /> of autumn rust? But you, storm splashed<br /> soon washed crystal clear again.<br />
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For years wheat fields stood by your side<br /> and children tossed their pennies in<br /> to make a wish come true, ruddy cheeks<br /> glistening with sun and youth.<br />
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Then, when the farmer’s time was done,<br /> the sportsman hunted and wandered<br /> through September’s noon, but even<br /> hunters hang up their muskets.<br />
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The brave surrendered native land;<br /> the child has grown into a man<br /> and all the men have been called home.<br /> Now you alone remain here.<br />
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We pass by and pause to wonder<br /> what dreams hide in a fountain’s heart<br /> when the water has departed<br /> and the ancient tears have dried.smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-45844861245947495252019-03-19T05:40:00.000-04:002019-03-19T05:40:21.071-04:00Tolkien's Middle Ear<div align="center">
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O, Tolkien, did you think<br />of Middle Ear <br />and all that happens there? <br />The trysts between the malleus,<br />incus, stapes and the brain, the ring --<br />you know the one <br />that drives a man insane -- <br />a trilogy of senses intertwined.</div>
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<br />What did you know<br />of the Eustachian tube?</div>
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Will you map it for us with your worthy pen?</div>
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Perhaps invoke a tuning fork<br />so we will better understand why in March<br />when snow still frosts the ground, <br />we hear a robin sing<br />and join hands<br />to welcome Sprng.</div>
smzanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07108569904495699313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3392891804211528306.post-72269305907110877082019-03-14T05:01:00.002-04:002019-03-14T05:01:41.077-04:00Pearls and Platitudes<br />
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "freefrm721 blk bt" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Good
men are not made by law,<br />
Nor wise men made by books,<br />
Beauty is an attribute<br />
That's sometimes matched<br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>with
looks.<br />
Love is such a lovely thing,<br />
It makes the time fly by,<br />
But it’s a sad song that we sing<br />
When it's time<br />
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