One step forward, two steps back in the WordPress realm. This morning it seemed so simple to get “random headers” code on the site, but as you see, it needs tweaking yet. And the tweakOR is not entirely up to the task. Seems I no longer can access my header file. Groan.
The Adsense panels are in place and visible TO ME now–a matter of white-listing the google syndication ads url in Kaspersky Internet Security. So hopefully, a few pennies may trickle in to pay toward the DSL and other associated blogging expenses. They also seem to be working again on Nameless Creek, a site I intend to get back to regularly–soon.
Got a couple of events to mention (and will likely repeat closer to the actual dates.)
On Saturday, August 18, I’ll be signing books while sitting on a bench custom made by Ron Campbell of Dream Catcher Meadows. Ron will be doing a woodburning or drawing during this same time, probably of the “Slow Road” barn. And apple butter will be slow-cooking too, all at the Houston’s Farm Store (aka Sweet Providence Farm) about five miles east of Floyd on 221. If you haven’t stopped by there already, you’re missing a new local destination worth a visit.
On Tuesday, September 11, I’ll be reading from and talking about the book at the Reynolds Homestead in Critz, Virginia. I’ll post details when they become available.
Folks coming up mountain to Floyd Fest 2007 this weekend, better bring your umbrellas. But don’t let a little drizzle dampen your good time.
And finally–to end this frazzled-morning potpourri post–can somebody tell me some good ways and reasons to use Twitter? I have an account, I just don’t have any known need or recipients of my potential twitterings. Maybe I’m missing something (like participation in the instant message / text message / chatting community?) A hammer’s not much good if you don’t have any nails, or reason to pound ’em in somewhere.
Mornin’, the random header code appears to be working. You are just seeing some of the default images that were loaded with the theme. Finish uploading replacements for the original five and you’ll be ok. I now have 20 different running on my site, though that’s probably pushing it…
How would I get more than five to cycle through? I’d like to have at least 10.
just save the files as header_6.jpg…header_10. Post them to your image folder in the theme folder then (are you ready for this) tweak the code in the header.php file.
Change this line:
php echo(rand(1,x)); ?>.jpg”
Where X is the last number of your jpg names. For 10 images it would read:
php echo(rand(1,10)); ?>.jpg”
You’ll find that line in the:
div id=”header_img”>
section at the bottom of the file…
Fred, don’t forget that you’ll be reading at our Coffeehouse Reading in Rocky Mount at Edible Vibe downtown near the marketplace…that’s at 6:30 pm on Friday, August 10th.
Edible Vibe is on the corner of Claiborne Ave near the Franklin County Library. They have fantastic coffees, teas, and pastries, plus other food options they’ll have out for that evening.
As for Garrison Keillor, I just sent you a poem from his daily Writer’s Almanac~
The new header images have me hitting the refresh button a lot to see what else you’ve added. Looking good.
I tend to agree with you on twitter. Must be my old age setting in…I’ve never quite gotten text messaging or instant messaging, so twitter really doesn’t seem to have a need, at least for me. I like to think I put some thought into email replies, and even though I miss occasionally, I like to think word choice is important. If I need to communicate instantly…Isn’t that what a phone call is all about? And in this day of cell phones and free long distance it’s just as cheap as the instant this and that. Twitter just appears to be instant both published to the web…Why.
Just because you can do some things doesn’t mean you should.
Fred,
I had to smile at the neat “products” adsense is bringing up: Pink Floyd is a good one!
Anyway, it looks nice and I’m glad to see you’re still writing away. Blackberry pickin’ and squash farmin’ are keeping me too busy to do much blog readin’ these days, but when winter comes…