I have discovered in the last day or two that almost all the comments I have made on other people’s blogs have been stuck in the spam folder, and thus not viewed or put up on the sites I commented upon.
WordPress support have not been very helpful so far, so I am putting out a call to anyone and everyone who has a WordPress site to check your spam folder. Yes, there is a lot of rubbish in there that deserves to never see the light of day – but please look and see if any of my comments are also stuck there – or your friends comments – due for imminent disposal!
I have checked with some of the sites I follow and who also took the blogging101 course with me, and they have found up to 5 of my comments in their spam folder – I really hope that hasn’t happened to you! I have also commented on random posts I found through searches, or in the Community Pool, and since no one can read them, I can’t get any replies from anyone, when I ask them if my comments are in the spam folder – catch 22!
However – if you do want to leave a comment on this post – as far as I know, they will all arrive, and I will put them up as soon as I get them!
And check in my spam folder just in case – smile! My comments are all moderated by me, but that’s because the comments are open to anyone reading my blog – so do let me know if you can shed some light on this strange phenomenon!
I am reblogging this post from the website of the Cambridge Library Collection – its a beautiful old book and I only found it because I was looking for a post to reblog as a challenge from the members of blogging101 January 2015 – this is the first time I’ve reblogged anything!
It was the RSPB’s Big Garden Birdwatch this weekend, and at 8.15 a.m. on Saturday I was there to do my duty at the French windows, with coffee and pain au chocolat (for the birds) and newly topped up seeds, fatballs, peanuts and nyjer seeds (for me). For a change, the weather was cloudlessly sunny, and so I hoped for rather better things than last year, when in the dank and wet almost nothing put in an appearance.
Have just been up the hill, behind my house, for a quick look at the chickens that live up there, in a really well build open sided barn, with netting protecting them, and access to the field. They hadn’t been let out yet and thought I come to feed them – sorry girls I said, you’ll have to wait.
I had a small flock of chickens last year, but the fox was really wily, and he got all but my little bantam – she’s so small she wasn’t worth eating!
Millefleure (literally, a thousand flowers, or many colours) barbu d’uccles are originally a Belgian breed – correct me if I’m wrong – and are really friendly garden hens – ‘missy’ loves sitting on my shoulder and is so small that its really quite comfortable!
I have got her a companion, and would love to get some more, but I’m waiting, ’til the winter is over and the foxes aren’t so hungry!
So, I have decided to become “respectable”, and have registered this domain, and hope it will make it easier for customers to find me. If you are still using firstname.lastname@example.org, you will be automatically forwarded to julzcrafts.com, so it won’t affect you.
As regular readers will know, I have been following the blogging101 course run by WordPress, and have changed the look and scope of my blog quite a bit in the last few weeks.
However, I lost most of the changes today, by pressing the wrong button!
Many thanks to the WordPress staff and fellow members of the course, who have helped me restore it – and since I was at it, I also made a few more changes – ie: I have added so many widgets that you will wonder when its going to end – smile.
Do comment if you think its over the top – or if you don’t.
The most important widget is all the way down at the end of the blogroll, the column on the right hand side of this page.
One of the course members started a discussion about copyright, and members from Ireland, Sweden, USA, India, China and other countries got involved, all concerned about how easy it is these days to just grab a picture from anyones site, and make use of it without crediting the author. It is one of the strengths and weaknesses, of the digital age!
I used to be a professional photographer – with letters after my name – and I hate to use other people’s photos, unless I have to, and whenever I do, I credit them. (This doesn’t apply to the stock photos that I sometimes use because I’m too lazy to rephotograph product shots – smile.)
Photographers have always been concerned about copyright, but before the growth of digital photography, it was less prevalent, because photographs were physical objects, and the most people could do was rephotograph them for publication, or run them thro’ the photocopier!
When I put my photographic greetings cards or posters up for sale on ebay or etsy, I always use the version with my copyright stamped across them, but had strangely, not really considered doing this on a blog. Several members of this discussion group had found out that their photos had been ‘grabbed’ and were now appearing on strangers tweets or facebook pages, as if they were their own pictures!
I don’t think this is uncommon, and because there are millions of internet users, it must happen every minute, and often the original “creator” never finds out.
Blogs with heavily copyrighted images don’t look very friendly, but you can put a notice on your blogroll to warn readers that these are your images, and you would like recognition for them if they are used elsewhere.
I have adapted the copyright notice from another members blog – with her permission I might add! In case you can’t be bothered to look – the text of this ‘Declaration of Copyright’ is as follows –
Today’s assignment on the blogging101 course was to try out a different kind of post, and I have been intending to put together a page that shows the type of stuff I stock, for spinners, weavers, felters, knitter, quilters and other crafters – so, why not use the exercise for this purpose! This is the first Gallery I have ever put together and its rather random in nature, I could have put them together in categories, but, I haven’t – not this time. I also intended to link the listings on etsy and ebay to each picture – but not this time. If you want to browse the listings, click on the personal links underneath my photo on the right hand side. If you want to buy direct see this page, if you want more information on anything contact me here!
If you want to buy anything, please do, smile, I sell worldwide. To see the captions and find out what the fibres are, just hover over them. I think it turns into a slide show if you click on any of the images.
new for quilters, each of these squares are available
white silk lap
weaving accessories, just a set of sticks measuring just over 61 cm long!
There were a few prompts on the suggestion page for this latest exercise on the blogging101 course, but this was the only one that got a reaction from me.
I have a strong sense of “justice”, I hate unfairness and I hate authoritarian incompetence – and sometimes – I get my campaigning hat on, as you may have noticed, if you’ve read any of the posts in my “how ridiculous” category!
My Dad was a solicitor (lawyer for you yanks), and he was fond of the saying – a quote from Dickens I hasten to add –“The law is an ass!”
My father as a young man, in his legal robes, having just qualified as a solicitor – circa 1948
He had a practise in Kensal Green, a predominantly mixed race area of London, from about 1955 – 1977, when he passed away.
I’d occasionally go with him ‘to the office’ on Saturday’s, when I was a teenager. He was that old fashioned kind of law man, that you never encounter these days. He had an enormous old desk, in a very cluttered office, with a couple of clerks, and a long term bossy secretary who ran his office for him, and whose name escapes me just now, but I got to know her quite well.
I was supposedly there to “do some filing”, and I think I even got paid for it, tho’ I never did very much, and had no idea of what office work and the law entailed. (Boring, was what I though at the time!) Actually, I was probably there because my mother wanted me out of the way for some reason.
Spending time alone, with my Dad, was a very rare occurence, and we both enjoyed chatting on the drive there and back, and cautiously got to know each other. I never understood at the time, that he wanted to get to know me, and he wanted me to get to know him, and this was his way of doing it.
One of the things written on the brass plaque outside the office, apart from his name and his proud boast that he’d got a degree from Oxford – BA(Oxon) – a real achievement for a poor valley boy, together with LLB, legal qualifications, – was
“Commissioner for Oaths” – its a strange ‘legal term’, and I can’t tell you exactly what it means, even now. But its something about having papers witnessed and stamped. Maybe immigration papers, as there were plenty of immigrants in London even in those days, and other official forms, I don’t know.
But what I remember very clearly was that, one Saturday morning, I happened to barge into my Dad’s office whilst he had a client there – a ‘no no’ in anyone’s book – and found him chatting with a down at heel Jamaican man, who’d come in to have some papers sworn. He’d spent about an hour with him, explaining the law about something, and I hadn’t realised he was still there.
What I barged in on was a scene I will never forget. The man asking what he owed, and my dad said,
“put a couple of pennies in the charity box for me will you, and we’ll call it quits.”
And then they shook hands.
The man could never have paid the legal fees, but this way he kept his dignity and his self-respect. He’d paid his way, and helped someone else too. My dad showed his compassion, his wisdom, and his humanity in that small act of kindness – a side of him I’d never glimpsed in the hurly burly of family life.
It didn’t stop me arguing with him during my teenage years, but these days, I can’t remember what the arguments were about, but I can remember his actions that day!
So, rather than say, as I thought I was going to say when I started this piece – something banal like
“Never Surrender Your Fight For Justice”
What I’d prefer to say, in the name of my Dad is ….….
NEVER SURRENDER –
YOUR HUMANITY, AND YOUR COMPASSION FOR OTHERS!
His name was (a version of) Solomon, and I am proud to be Solomon’s daughter.