Good to see friends at a table in the covered beer garden
on a cool October evening as sky darkens early
from the smoke of not-so-distant wildfires.
The acrid, burnt-forest ambience thickens
and ash begins to decorate the smart device
that sits next to my pint of craft lager,
telling us it's time to put on our masks
and go home.
Tag: beer
Learning Gutenberg over a beer
So this, apparently, is Gutenberg. It’s time to learn something new in WordPress world. I can’t say I’m excited, but at least it will keep me out of trouble for a little while. An ice-cold Dale’s Pale Ale will be my companion for now so don’t been surprised if my typing deteriorates as we go along.
Everything in this new Gutenberg editor is a block, or goes in a block. My first challenge is/was to insert an image aligned right, with text wrapped around it. As you can see, I managed to figure that out. It took a couple of tries, but now that I know how to do it I’m feeling pretty good about it. (Any reason we can’t celebrate even the smallest of achievements?)
My first mistake was inserting the image on the page before I did anything else – I guess I was just being contrary, because who would do that, right? – and then trying to drag the picture into place after I added some text. There may be a way to do that, but now I see that it’s simpler to create some text and then position my cursor at the beginning of a paragraph (or somewhere else in the text) and then find insert before or insert after on the More options menu that magically appears when I move my cursor. It’s the little box with a vertical row of three dots. I imagine there’s an actual term for that but don’t really care in this context of just typing stuff to fill up space.
Each paragraph is a block on its own, as I see now after paying attention to what happens when you hit the Enter key.
Nobody I know uses drop caps, but I can see how the ability to drop a cap now and then might be worthwhile. Getting it to stay dropped takes a little experimenting, or at least it did for me. Who would have guessed that you don’t really see the effect until you move along to the next paragraph/block?
Even headings are in their own blocks.
There’s a special block for inserting quoted material, too. Nifty.
Copyright 2018 B.J. Smith
The beer can is empty now so I’m going to wrap this up. Maybe another time I’ll tell you about how I learned to set lead type by hand and printed a small book of poetry. Or maybe not. I think of that whenever I see or hear Gutenberg’s name. Same thing happens whenever I’m in Guttenberg. even though it has an extra t.
Bonus beer fact
The best place in the world to drink Dale’s Pale Ale is the Tasty Weasel, which is just a short bicycle ride from where I’m sitting right now. It don’t git no fresher.
Cheers,
B.J.
Pedal on, my wayward son
The words to the song you’re hearing in your head actually go like this:
Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride some more.
[Instrumental stuff you remember from the song in your head…]
Ahhh, ahh…
Once I rode away from noise and confusion,
just to get some air beyond this pollution,
I was rolling ever higher,
but I climbed too high.
Though my butt was numb I still had some gel left.
Though my knees were sore I just couldn’t quit yet.
I hear loud voices when I’m spinning,
I can hear them say…
//Refrain
Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then you’ll ride some more.
Masquerading as a bicycle racer,
my heart rate’s about to wreck my pacemaker.
I used to think I was an athlete, yeah,
but that was very long ago.
Bounced around in lots of potholes and gravel,
three flat tires and I’m about to unravel,
then I find some more bananas,
and I hear the monkeys say….
//Refrain
Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride some more.
Go!
[instrumental stuff…
… more instrumentals]
Pedal on! You can ride now forever!
Pedal on! For a T-shirt so clever!
Water bottles never empty,
surely ice cream waits for you!
//Refrain
Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride…
…then go ride…some more!
[more instrumental stuff]
Lyrics (c) 2013 B.J. Smith, seriously
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