Wednesday in brief

• Spent most of the day hacking CSS and window managers.


• Posted a message to the release team, which came back as a haiku.


• Later, went with Rio, Katie, and SaraMae to the rather early Halloween parade.


• Discovered that triolets.org wasn't registered, and registered it in case I ever decide to build a triolet bake-off site where all the people who love to write triolets can try to build the best one. On the other hand, maybe there'd just be me and Hilaire Belloc there.


• I released the 404 sonnet under Creative Commons, but you already heard about that.


• "Well, they only asked me to crop out the head."

Fat-head poet that nobody reads

Frances Cornford wrote a triolet:

To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?

G. K. Chesterton replied for the woman:

Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much?
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much?