Everything is always for sale.

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Deep and inspiring thoughts, Anonymous.

it's the only way to get non-cached updates

F5 or shift-F5 doesn't work?

nope

What browser, what version, what OS?

opera 9.64, win xp

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Oh, for Pete's sake (whoever Pete is), figure out how to get your browser to do a hard refresh!

a hard refresh in Opera or IE only works on posts that have new info. The sidebar info isn't refreshed.

Hmm...I'll play around at work. I have Opera and Win XP there. No Windows in my house.

anonymous has Opera, the only other person that regularly posts on this blog with Opera is Owl.

I have Opera, but I haven't really delved into it. Its pretty neat though.

hmm...

This is the only thing wrong this blog -- the inside jokes and side chatter. Liz, do not post these irrelevant comments, they only encourage more of the same and annoy your readers!

You can always just read what I write. :-) EL

Tis me. CTRL-R works just fine as a hard refresh on every other web page ever except for the these pages. Let me state this again. The MCR box only gets current data if the main area (post comments) has had a new comment since the last refresh. That's weird and sounds like bad programming to me.

On old posts the MCR box is never current. If I go to a post that's a month old and hasn't had new comments in 28 days the MCR box contents are a snapshot from 28 days ago.

I found the same to be true in IE as well. Try it. If no one else can replicate this then it's something weird with Windows XP.

good eating, I'm sure you have a point, but please define "your readers." Clearly, there is a core of faithful readers who enjoy a bit of side chatter.
If you don't like it, there are other blogs out there.

Owlie, I get the same thing, but I kind of like traveling back in time now and then.

Thank you Dahlink. Now I know I'm not crazy (on this particular point).

The inside jokes, side chatter, and topic drift constitute some of the principal charms of this blog -- not in any way to discount the appeal of Ms. Large's own work.

Things go where they go. Right now there is a slightly surreal and spirited conversation on John McIntyre's Facebook page about Michael Jackson's influence on music. I am ever so tickled that the words "Captain Beefheart" are now attached to his page. Ice cream for crow, indeed.

On most blogs, inside jokes, topic drift and side chatter are the kisses of death. They exclude new participants.

Here, it doesn't seem to work that way. Make two or three amusing and/or interesting comments, and you are a regular. More than one of us has popped up to just say this one thing, one time only, and gotten sucked in.

Hal,

That intolerance isn't very becoming!!
Poor Pete

Owl, not as tickled as I am to see Lord M. listed as a fan of lol cats!

F5 or shift-F5 doesn't work?

nope

Apple-Funky square that looks like a Jersey cloverleaf/R will refresh if you have a Mac.

Much as it pains me...Bird is right, MRC doesn't update. Sometimes, it shows me my own most recent comment or two, but that feels like a red herring.

If you don't like it, there are other blogs out there.

God knows, they come here all of the time, advertising themselves!

I've noticed this too, now that you guys point out the details. When waiting for new comments I try to go the the "main" D@L page, the one reached by the "Main" link at the top of each individual discussion. You'll know you're there when more than one discussion appears on the page. Do a hard refresh from there, and I think most of the time the MRC will be up-to-date.

That was hard to describe in words, and I probably did a bad job. It would be a lot easier to demonstrate in person.

Aside to Hue: Good one on the "Pete" joke, but I still find homophobia unbecoming.

Hal
I lay down my gauntlet!!
As regards my so called homophobia
I quote Mr. Prufrock
“That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

Hue, I'm very glad to hear that.

Am I correct that "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is the most quoted poem on this blog, by an epic?

Oh, do not ask. EL

Lissa, I think you are right. It's one of my favorite things about the you know what.

I was surprised no one mentioned it during "beach week":

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

Perhaps the love song will come up again on the subject of peaches or crabs or tea (or Hamlet).

They do not sing for me.

They're writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky star's above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way,
I've found more clouds of grey
than any Russian play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get that way;
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,
I guess he's not for me.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

Do you think that J.A. Profruck would be a Starbucks No Fat Latte kinda guy? but then again Starbucks doesn't have any spons to measure our lives with(Or Do They?)

Speaking of crab poems... there is a good poem about crabs by Sharon Olds on my favorite new blog Crabs, Crabs, Crabs

Is there some kind of secret code at work here?

"is the most quoted poem on this blog, by an epic?"

an epic what?

"It's one of my favorite things about the you know what."

no, I don't know what.

Ooooo.... someone is tickling the souls of my feet...

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Owl, not as tickled as I am to see Lord M. listed as a fan of lol cats!

Oh my. Lord M has quite, er, varied tastes based upon things he is a fan of on Facebook. He also seems to have no secrets, since his profile is available to the general public:
http://www.facebook.com/lordmarmalade

Marmalade! Now you've insinuated yourself into my favorite poem. Have you ever heard T.S. Eliot read his own work? A little dandified.

That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it at all.

OMG
Have you ever heard T.S. Eliot read his own work? A little dandified.

dandified...just what was it the Dan rebelled agin!!:)

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."

Owl--thanks for the Facebook link, which links to other friends with familiar names. I like Hal's photo the best.

^^

Oooooo.... thank you Mr. Meat. Quite indeed, no secrets, no shame at Marmalade Manor. We can always use more friends on FBook. Join the party and you'll get special announcements of events at the Manor.

Good one, EL. (I'm referring to her comment on the 10:08 p.m. post)

To Caveat - I was trying to avoid use of the Sbox word (esp while discussing Owlie's fav poem)

Right now, I'm feeling more like Tom Traubert's Blues.

"Now the dogs are barking
And the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
You tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered
You buried the dagger in
Your silhouette window light...
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me"

Sounds like another summer night in Baltimore.

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

My soul roams with the sea, the whales'

Home, wandering to the widest corners

Of the world, returning ravenous with desire,

Flying solitary, screaming, exciting me

To the open ocean, breaking oaths

On the curve of a wave.

Hope our center holds

Yeats was a Protestant and extremely right-wing. He was against the French and Russian revolutions. As I was taught it, The Second Coming was a counterrevolutionary poem, inspired at the time by hope that facist Germans going to Russia would help stop the revolution.

Hey BG, how much to you think Yeats cournterrevolutionary stance was influenced by his roots vs. the fact that the woman he was in love with and wanted to marry for 28 years married an Irish revolutionary instead, who was one of the leaders in Easter Rising in Dublin against the Brits in 1916. Things fall apart, indeed.

LJ, probably a lot, since although Yeats was born Prot, and descended from a line of ministers, he was anti-Christian, and believed in the occult. He ended up marrying a medium, I think.

dare I go there? but, of course.

Not a medium, BG, a large!

Let's see...what do some people like medium? A steak, of course. Who has steak? The Brass Elephant. OMG, we're back on track.

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;'They called me the hyacinth girl.'

Where IS Hyacinth Girl?

"LJ, probably a lot, since although Yeats was born Prot, and descended from a line of ministers, he was anti-Christian, and believed in the occult. He ended up marrying a medium, I think."

Now thats rare..

Now thats rare..

Groan!

Um....about the Brass Elephant: I've never understood the acclaim it's garnered. We moved to Mount Vernon a couple of years ago and everyone told us this was the "go-to" place for special occasions.

We've been several times, but Valentine's Day was the worst: a huge slab of roasted meat that was so saturated with salt it was like a salt lick.

I'm thinking we'll either make The Prime Rib or Tio Pepe or Abercrombie our go-to restaurant for special nights.

Amy, I think you missed the "go to" for special occassions Brass by several years. I haven't been myself but friends have told me it hasn't been as good.

Still, it's such a lovely place. Someone should really do something great with it.