"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

In principio fu il caos

Galadriel's song of Eldamar

…non che poi le cose siano migliorate molto, s’intende. Il primo giorno Dio creò il web, e vide che era cosa buona e giusta. Ma il secondo giorno l’uomo lo fece incazzare ed Egli creò l’html. In breve, tutte le modifiche che riesco a fare al template sono quelle che vedete. Anche perché oggi sono dovuta andare fino a Marostica e ritorno… ma questa è un’altra faccenda.
In briciole, prima di rimettermi a lavorare sul catalogo per l’
esposizione artistica di Roma (e che Dio ci aiuti), in briciole quello che Jartha vuole sapere: le categorie del blog saranno le stesse del sito, e cioé arte e architettura, fantasy e fantascienza, delirio personale. Non si chiamano proprio così, ma penso possa rendere bene il concetto. Appena riuscirò a capirci qualcosa, sposterò il blog insieme al sito. Da questo potete dedurre che vedremo questo spazio su splinder ancora per molto, molto tempo.

E ora, dopo le fatiche della creazione, andrò a riposarmi.

 

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