From df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 22:53:18 -0700
Subject: Change template and CSS for flatter structure
- Change CSS to one file
- Change template to reflect CSS flattening
---
deathstrumpet.html | 24 +++++++++++-------------
1 file changed, 11 insertions(+), 13 deletions(-)
(limited to 'deathstrumpet.html')
diff --git a/deathstrumpet.html b/deathstrumpet.html
index 1eff181..11458d7 100644
--- a/deathstrumpet.html
+++ b/deathstrumpet.html
@@ -12,23 +12,19 @@
<title>Death’s trumpet | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
<link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="img/favico.png" />
- <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/common.css">
+ <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="style.css">
<script src="./js/lozenge.js" type="text/javascript"> </script>
<script src="./js/hylo.js" type="text/javascript"> </script>
- <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/verse.css">
- <script src="./js/verse.js" type="text/javascript"> </script>
- <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/elegies.css">
- <script src="./js/elegies.js" type="text/javascript"> </script>
- <!--[if lt IE 9]>
+ <!--[if lt IE 9]>
<script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script>
<![endif]-->
<!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> -->
</head>
-<body>
+<body id="deathstrumpet" class="elegies">
- <article id="container">
+ <article class="container">
<header>
<!-- title -->
<h1 class="title">Death’s trumpet</h1>
@@ -46,11 +42,13 @@
</header>
- <section class="content verse"><p>He didn’t have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing,<br />top to bottom. It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine<br />begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese.</p>
-<p>He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining<br />it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized<br />it was a terrible metaphor.<br />He practiced for six hours a day—what else to do?</p>
-<p>Death looks at <a href="moongone.html">himself in the mirror</a> as he plays.<br />The trumpet is suspended in midair. Damn vampire rules.<br />Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving<br />but he’ll never know unless a stranger is polite enough.<br />Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone.</p>
-<p>He wakes up late these days. Stays in bed later.<br />He thinks he might be depressed. The caprese has gotten soggy<br />since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two.<br />The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke.<br />He decides to go to the arcade. When he gets there,</p>
-<p>there’s only a <a href="angeltoabraham.html">little boy</a> with dead eyes. So far so good.<br />He’s playing a first-person shooter. Death walks past him<br />and watches out of the corner of his eye. The kid’s good.<br />Death wants to congratulate him. His trumpet is in his hand.</p></section>
+ <section class="content verse">
+ <p>He didn’t have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing,<br />top to bottom. It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine<br />begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese.</p>
+ <p>He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining<br />it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized<br />it was a terrible metaphor.<br />He practiced for six hours a day—what else to do?</p>
+ <p>Death looks at <a href="moongone.html">himself in the mirror</a> as he plays.<br />The trumpet is suspended in midair. Damn vampire rules.<br />Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving<br />but he’ll never know unless a stranger is polite enough.<br />Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone.</p>
+ <p>He wakes up late these days. Stays in bed later.<br />He thinks he might be depressed. The caprese has gotten soggy<br />since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two.<br />The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke.<br />He decides to go to the arcade. When he gets there,</p>
+ <p>there’s only a <a href="angeltoabraham.html">little boy</a> with dead eyes. So far so good.<br />He’s playing a first-person shooter. Death walks past him<br />and watches out of the corner of his eye. The kid’s good.<br />Death wants to congratulate him. His trumpet is in his hand.</p>
+ </section>
</article>
<nav>
<a href="#" id="lozenge" title="Random page"> ◊ </a>
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