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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-24 22:53:18 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-24 22:53:18 -0700 |
| commit | df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb (patch) | |
| tree | 9cb3585e91c71e0d56bff5fb1f0d6c8dc5f8c093 /real-writer.html | |
| parent | Disable Jekyll page rendering (diff) | |
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Change template and CSS for flatter structure
- Change CSS to one file - Change template to reflect CSS flattening
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1 files changed, 7 insertions, 9 deletions
| diff --git a/real-writer.html b/real-writer.html index 63d801e..75acb60 100644 --- a/real-writer.html +++ b/real-writer.html | |||
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| 12 | <title>A real writer | Autocento of the breakfast table</title> | 12 | <title>A real writer | Autocento of the breakfast table</title> |
| 13 | <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="img/favico.png" /> | 13 | <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="img/favico.png" /> |
| 14 | 14 | ||
| 15 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/common.css"> | 15 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="style.css"> |
| 16 | <script src="./js/lozenge.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> | 16 | <script src="./js/lozenge.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> |
| 17 | <script src="./js/hylo.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> | 17 | <script src="./js/hylo.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> |
| 18 | 18 | ||
| 19 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/verse.css"> | 19 | <!--[if lt IE 9]> |
| 20 | <script src="./js/verse.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> | ||
| 21 | <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/autocento.css"> | ||
| 22 | <script src="./js/autocento.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> | ||
| 23 | <!--[if lt IE 9]> | ||
| 24 | <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script> | 20 | <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script> |
| 25 | <![endif]--> | 21 | <![endif]--> |
| 26 | <!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> --> | 22 | <!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> --> |
| 27 | </head> | 23 | </head> |
| 28 | <body> | 24 | <body id="real-writer" class="autocento"> |
| 29 | 25 | ||
| 30 | 26 | ||
| 31 | <article id="container"> | 27 | <article class="container"> |
| 32 | <header> | 28 | <header> |
| 33 | <!-- title --> | 29 | <!-- title --> |
| 34 | <h1 class="title">A real writer</h1> | 30 | <h1 class="title">A real writer</h1> |
| @@ -40,7 +36,9 @@ | |||
| 40 | </header> | 36 | </header> |
| 41 | 37 | ||
| 42 | 38 | ||
| 43 | <section class="content verse"><p>Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.<br /><a href="cereal.html">I don’t smoke</a>. I don’t wake up early but I don’t sleep<br />all day either. I find myself increasingly interested<br />in dumb luck. Chance: I’ve found two dimes in as many<br />days. Does this mean I’ve found twenty lucky pennies?<br />I want you to participate. You the reader. You,<br />the probabilistic god of my dreams. I’ve been having<br /><a href="in-bed.html">strange dreams</a> lately. I don’t remember them but<br />they leave impressions. A bare foot. A tunnel<br />of hair from her face to mine. A boat stranded<br />in a living-room. Something warm. Something like the sun<br />through my eyelids. <a href="roughgloves.html">A hand, with all its dead symbology</a>.<br /><a href="no-nothing.html">My teeth have fallen out</a>. No, you pulled them out<br />with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder<br /><a href="i-am.html">like salt</a>, to wish away bad luck. I have something<br />to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog. It lets you<br />get ahead for a few days, a week, a year. You’ll see,<br />it’ll bite your sleeping face when you’re not looking.<br />I’ve been dreaming about the future, I know. In my dream<br />I am not a writer, <a href="riptide_memory.html">I live in a place with rain</a>. You<br />are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or<br />maybe a desert. Let me move in with you. I can cook<br /><a href="when-im-sorry-i.html">or clean</a> or take care of your dog while you’re out.<br />I’ll never have to write again. <a href="about-the-author.html">I’ll watch television</a>.<br />Do I want to become a writer? Tell me. Should I smoke?<br />I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become<br /><a href="love-as-god.html">your god</a>, lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed<br />like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but <a href="leaf.html">furniture</a>.</p></section> | 39 | <section class="content verse"> |
| 40 | <p>Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.<br /><a href="cereal.html">I don’t smoke</a>. I don’t wake up early but I don’t sleep<br />all day either. I find myself increasingly interested<br />in dumb luck. Chance: I’ve found two dimes in as many<br />days. Does this mean I’ve found twenty lucky pennies?<br />I want you to participate. You the reader. You,<br />the probabilistic god of my dreams. I’ve been having<br /><a href="in-bed.html">strange dreams</a> lately. I don’t remember them but<br />they leave impressions. A bare foot. A tunnel<br />of hair from her face to mine. A boat stranded<br />in a living-room. Something warm. Something like the sun<br />through my eyelids. <a href="roughgloves.html">A hand, with all its dead symbology</a>.<br /><a href="no-nothing.html">My teeth have fallen out</a>. No, you pulled them out<br />with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder<br /><a href="i-am.html">like salt</a>, to wish away bad luck. I have something<br />to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog. It lets you<br />get ahead for a few days, a week, a year. You’ll see,<br />it’ll bite your sleeping face when you’re not looking.<br />I’ve been dreaming about the future, I know. In my dream<br />I am not a writer, <a href="riptide_memory.html">I live in a place with rain</a>. You<br />are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or<br />maybe a desert. Let me move in with you. I can cook<br /><a href="when-im-sorry-i.html">or clean</a> or take care of your dog while you’re out.<br />I’ll never have to write again. <a href="about-the-author.html">I’ll watch television</a>.<br />Do I want to become a writer? Tell me. Should I smoke?<br />I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become<br /><a href="love-as-god.html">your god</a>, lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed<br />like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but <a href="leaf.html">furniture</a>.</p> | ||
| 41 | </section> | ||
| 44 | </article> | 42 | </article> |
| 45 | <nav> | 43 | <nav> |
| 46 | <a href="#" id="lozenge" title="Random page"> ◊ </a> | 44 | <a href="#" id="lozenge" title="Random page"> ◊ </a> |