

Comments on front page
1. Ever wonder how to show the comments on the front page of your blog to the individual posts and also have the ability for the viewer to comment from the page? You can achieve it with the use of the comments.php file and MW Comments and Trackbacks plugin! Read the entry over the Wordpress support forums on how to do this.
Unique div ids for each post ala Bare
2. Wondering how we achieved unique div ids for the individual hidden layers for each post on the front page? You can set unique ids for each div by specifying the div id as:
<div id=”<?php the_title(); ?>” style=”display: none;” div align=”left”>
For every div layer that is set up within the loop, the title of the post that is used as the title of the div. You can also add something like more to the end of the code (div id=”<?php the_title(); ?>more”) to have another post title relative div id within the post itself.
3. Be careful when using the get_posts command within the loop; it can break the previous and next posts links! Why is this? Well, suppose you have it set up to show the previous 5 posts underneath the first post (and you had your blog set to show only 1 post) then it for each time the index file is called, this is all it would do! It would show the most recent post and then the previous five. And you actually do need your blog set to show only 1 post. If it’s set to show, let’s say, 20, then it will replicate the first post and the five after that 20 times!
Wordpress.org/support
4. One final reminder that Wordpress support is your friend - you have a problem that you can’t solve involving Wordpress, I’d suggest checking there first (if that’s not you’ve been doing already)!
There’s a homeless man and
flooded streets are kissing the sky,
reflecting all that could have been
in the deep cuts on his dirty, weathered face.
I reach for a few coins in my pocket
to throw into the greedy can
held in his outstretched claw
but stop.
I can see inside of it.
I see what looks like enough
to buy him some breakfast -
or at least -
coffee and a bagel.
As soon as he spots the coins
in my hesitant palm,
he licks his parched lips
and then cracks them into a grin.
It’s almost as if this man could have been me -
had I taken a few more bad turns in life
and waited another decade.
I pocket the change,
much to his dismay.
“Fuck you.” I tell him.
“You made your bed - now lie in it.”
Later, over a cup of coffee
and a bagel,
I see the same man lying face down
in a pool of vomit and blood.
He’s dead -
and I don’t feel a god-damn thing.
With our newest (and first) Wordpress theme Bare, I have to wonder: will the public at large see the potential in this theme or will they dislike it altogether?
Check out the theme’s page for all of the information on it. And if you download and like it (or hate it) please, let us know!
The only way to grow is to learn.
Drinking Age: Too young to drink but old enough to die
By 2004, the Government issued a Federal Drinking Age Limit of 21; the states most affected by this were the states of Texas ((which allowed young persons to drink if their parents were present)) and Louisiana ((which had a drinking age of 18.)). This has also been the source for many debates and discussions surrounding the topic of a person being old enough to fight and die for their country, but still too young to buy a six-pack.
18 vs 21
When we’re 17, turning 18, we think “This is it. I will finally be an adult.” But what you may (or may not) realize is that the only real benefits you get with being 18 are:
- You can now be tried as an adult if you screw up; no more slaps on the wrist.
- You can buy cigarettes, you can vote in an election and you can be drafted into a war that you could possibly die in, yet you can not buy a case of beer.
The only difference when you turn 21? You can now legally purchase alcohol.
European laws
In Europe, the legal drinking age is 16 years old. In Mexico, from what I hear, you can drink as soon as you’re able to see over the bar. America? 21.
Lowering the drinking age to 16 (or at least 18) would reduce the amount of alcohol related deaths. Here’s a question: Why do you think kids drink? Because you tell them they can’t. I’m not saying that reverse-psychology is the new way to go, but if you really think about it, it makes a little sense that introducing alcohol to a child and educating them properly on its consumption is a little better than saying “If I find out you’ve been drinking, I’m going to kill you.”
As humans, we learn from experience. Take drinking and driving. We’ve all seen the slides of the people who have been thrown through a windshield and landed face first into the oak tree on the side of the road. We’ve all seen the gruesome pictures of what can happen. So why haven’t alcohol related accidents stopped altogether? If showing what can happen (basically threatening, but we’ll call it “informing” to be productive) isn’t working, then what do you think will?
I’m not saying drink and drive. But theoretically, a person would be able to learn not to drink and drive by having a near fatal alcohol related accident than they would by seeing the images of an alcohol related accident as a bystander. “That’s not me.” “That would never happen to me.” “They shouldn’t have been drinking and driving.” All popular responses.
Education
You need to know how to handle alcohol before you jump into it. Who do you think would be able to handle their alcohol better: a newly turned 21 year old who has been told his whole life not to drink, or a newly turned 21 year old who has drank a few times? Take that same 21 year old and add years of steady introduction to alcohol counterbalanced with the appropriate knowledge of alcoholism, what it does to the human body, and so-on.
We as an American society make alcohol out to be such a horrible thing, but back pedal when it’s for our own good. Example? “A glass of red wine is good for you.” I’m not arguing that it isn’t good for you, I’m just pointing out the general hypocrisy of the message we’re sending. Or how about “Alcohol is good only in moderation”? Define moderation in regards to a case of beer, or shots at the bar.
Or how about the keg? That invention surely wasn’t intended for moderate drinking, which you can deduce by simply looking at the sheer volume of alcohol that can be put into it.
Moderation, tolerance, and the time before this
Moderation is key, based on your tolerance level, which builds over time. So why not start building a tolerance level early in life so you can hold your alcohol when it hypocritically becomes “acceptable” for you to drink in public.
My plan
- Lower the drinking age to at least 18. (If they are old enough to die, they are old enough to drink.)
- Gain an open mind to your child’s development; don’t have a can not attitude; have a can do!
- Monkey see, monkey do. If monkey gets burned, monkey won’t put his hand in the flame again.
- Proper education on alcohol (including how to handle yourself responsibly when drinking, knowing your own limits, and appointing a few non-drinkers to keep the keys so nobody drives or to drive somebody to a destination if they have been drinking) as well as an “Open Door Policy” to those who need to seek council with regards to alcohol.
- Common sense.
Until we can get our minds completely wrapped around the fact that our kids are going to drink and get stupid (as well as the fact that it’s our fault they are going to get stupid) then we can never truly hope to win the so-called War on Alcoholism.
Anything else?
If you’re old enough to obtain a Visa, and you’re old enough to drive, you’re old enough to see your way to Mexico and get drunk. (This would also lower the amount of tax dollars put forth to pay the law enforcement agencies to continue to uphold laws that are both hypocritical and nonsensical. I would rather you be out there fighting real crime than have you wasting 5 hours of your paid patrol to bust a couple of teenagers drinking a few beers.)
The what-ifs don’t matter - it’s all about the what-weres.
The state of the World today
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrowAnd I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad WorldChildren waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through meMad World, Tears for Fears
I find it amazing that there are songs in existent that are so precise in both the wording and the imagery.
A random thought
America is a fucking corporate wasteland, hell bent on destroying the very dream it works so hard to shove down our throats. But maybe that’s it - maybe the American Dream consists of nothing but working so hard that nothing else in life matters. Live to work and work to die. Our motto shouldn’t be “Land of the Free”. It should be “Land of the Poor”.
We don’t make anything - we buy everything from China. We’re always going to be in debt and we’re always going to outsource our jobs to other countries.
Our President is a fuck up. It’s just a god damn shame it took us this long to finally agree on that.
And if you want to tell me to “get out of your country”, I’d be happy to. First - tell me again which other country doesn’t hate us so that I may go there and live. Oh, that’s right - everybody hates us.
Quote of the moment
“No matter that patriotism is too often the refuge of scoundrels. Dissent, rebellion, and all-around hell-raising remain the true duty of patriots.”
Barbara Ehrenreich
When my horses were losing, I tried to nurse them back to health.
When the game seemed ahead of me, I tried my hardest to keep up.
When the comments turned to hatred, I tried to ignore them all.
When the people around me disappeared, I kept the porch lights on.
When the sun began to set, I built a fire to stay warm.
When my horses never recovered, I took a shotgun to them.
When the game continued to prevail, I cheated just a little.
When I couldn’t ignore the hatred, I gave a little back.
When nobody saw the light I left on, I let the damn thing burn out.
When the fire failed to keep me warm, I curled up and died.
When the possibility of being me
Came back around
I asked for what was behind
Door Number Two.


