Sticky Wickets
wicket: a small window or other opening, sometimes fitted with a grating.
Steemit Is One Long Concatenation of Bridges Running Over People to Reach an Outflow and Breaking Points. The healthy line of tension is alternated by stress. That is the Steem Therapy brought to us thanks to the Computer Programmer. Today a round of applause, please, for these writers behind the scenes.
Markdown
is easy to master with a few codes copied to notepad; and these will soon come rolling off your fingertips automatically, even. You don’t need a language guide, or a glossary but then you might stay in the dark.
I did not realise that a backslash is "a command to cancellation". It was for me a symbol for options or an indicator of end lines (in quoting poetry). In lines of code, I took it to mean the end of an internal affair between the wickets (angle brackets). There never seems to be much going on within those narrow parameters. But we might do well to read the symbols more closely. Not easy for someone who still is old-school, and has learned to follow herself on the formative force; dancing like a child, pencil clasped in hand, pencil, now, stuck into her last grey stands, juggling her construction kit all the while.
For her the writing formats nothing but her intent to speak. All her writing is a willingness to be heard, for which she stylises to appeal. All hearing is on the look-out to connect. We are all angels for eachother and pick out of the tombola our next dance in reverse. The ear can only receive language. Language deficiencies (as for autism) and subsequent defects of inner cohesion with its knock on effect of learning impairments, is basically a hearing problem. Nothing wrong with the eyesight. And yet, here on Steemit they eye is gold and the ear lead. So, it concerns me a bit how good our hearing ever can be here. Ergo what work can I still do?
It makes you go to bed at night praying none of it gets lost in the translation into code, at least. Maybe there it can lie preserved until the next digger comes along.
Between Brackets
Mind especially a square bracket doesn’t do the same for your translation as a curved parenthesis. Never leave them on their own or to spoon a command; they need to stand opposite eachother as in a proper marriage around the family of symbolic definition.
Look into how best to leave instructions for your words. You can only tell them to be in the centre if you at the same time cancel the centre. a nightmare command for the British English speakers to remember to spell in code and not proper English. Move to the left, cancel the move. I think it’s illegal in chess.
But there you have it. It is great for tacking images in their place. Indellibly. Handy little guillemets (chevrons).
It doesn’t bear thinking of the terrorist attack a script writer could commit here! What if they changed the slashes-back to forwards?! Would you get splash-backs?! Or miscomputed your Hypertext on purpose? Scary power behind the controllers of binary. Human language has less chance of becoming lost in misspelling (look at your last phonetic and symbolic text message, or the clay tablets).
Maybe it is time to leave Steemit and write letters – slow boat to China style? Thinking on it now, if Steemit is the modern hyper-active version of the same, post and wait for a reply, does it reflect we are all now deftly programmed to speak our minds like God: instant action-reaction as in Let There Be Me (in all my brilliance), Let There Be You (to read and vote me up)? And so it’s always and only been about compressing time into the smallest possible space ? What would an astrophysicist have to say on that? Or Patanjali?
Be Sparing With Your Code
I always tell people, to autistic minds a request sounds like a demand, and advice like a command. Speak at your own peril here then, a fairly autiformed space, since we’re all relating to the genius of the computations we believe ourselves to be and bridge the vast hiatus of the heart with short-cuts. I worry who is going to wake you up before you go or go ga-ga, to do as you are told by the the father and the mother of your own languagebody, if matron doesn’t command us to get up and colour ourselves in, brace sharp.
One tiny shift from one to nothing is enough to make your formatting take over and your significance to fall into disrepute. You could sound like a rambling lunatic after they got hold of your script and fiddled it, moving noughts and ones around. It is no different for your text than it is for your person. Language is never the problem, that’s what I always tell my family when I don’t speak theirs. Language is not a code but a mode of being in which one finds oneself. If you live in Spain long enough you will start to gesticulate like a windmill. When you have been an expat in Singapore for ten years, especially as a child, when you are learning who you are through the expression in language, you will start to take on certain physical features ever so vaguely but distinctly. For language is a formative force.
Text Is Timeless Until You Start to Read It.
I wonder how they spell my name in Hexidecimal? I suppose we are all called FACE:[No. 1-9](deal with it). I don’t see any other options. CAF? DEC? Without an Ant? Oops, they’re crawling out of my ears now. Never knew I kept the time there.
Thinking on time and how it’s melting fast, I’d make haste to overhaul your personality once in a while and apply some of the above tips. For isn't it funny, how true the last angular bracket p angular bracket of the WMW - look very hard to discover that is who they are! And now for what they do… - care manual reads, comparing your personality to a watch. So, pull out the battery in time to avoid its exhaustion from exhausting the gears. But don’t forget to put another one back in or you will rust.
With some alarm I read how disuse will start “turning its internal substance [into something that] stains and damages.” That's a thought to take back to the think tank again, for a few laps within my depth of range.
I am animated by Tip 2, which calls for ten strings, and start to rummage in my odds and ends box. Wish I had Narciso Yerpes's number (love a guy with a sense of humour [0:22]). Just look as this wealth of tips. We are not just going for a rewind, a reset. We are talking “back to life” here! - A full and total resurrection?! Which is not shy of a miracle, considering your rubber gaskets have probably gone mental and and the brew in your brain will have frozen. You are going to be proper right out of whack, I’m telling you: rejuvenate your gaskets in time! (Watch the older-younger mixologist in the workshop [5:44 & 11:15] show you how to, plus learn how to keep your children safe at the same time [8:30]).
For the rest, you probably know it already: as always, stay out of magnetic fields, and don’t manipulate, don’t end up a beach bum, and mind your personal hygiene. Brush your teeth!
And while you are at it, with your good intentions, you might as well cheer yourself along and print out a BarryBrew69’s quote <<If I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have none at all.>> Read and savour, then look out of your window and decide,