Providing a summary of a blog post

How to provide a summary of your Blogger.com blog entry:

1. Configure the HTML of your posting template:





1. Navigate your browser to your Blogger Dashboard.


2. Click on the "Settings" link under your blog in the list


3. You will be on the "Basic" page of your blog settings. In the second title menu, click on "Formatting" to navigate to that page.


4. Scroll to the bottom of the Settings-Formatting page, to the Post Template field.


5. Put the following in the text edit box for that field:


Here is the summary of my post. <span class="fullpost">And here is the rest of it.</span>





2. Create your new posts




1. Replace the text "Here is the summary of my post." with the text you want to appear 'above the fold'.


2. Replace the text "And here is the rest of it." with the text you want to be hidden until the reader clicks on 'read more'. Be careful not to delete or overwrite the html tags that define your post structure!

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I love her! She's so...FOLKSY!!!

Moosemom: "Hey, can I call you Joe?"

Me: "Oh, crap. 'Hey, can I call you Joe?'"
Mel: "Huh? Did she say that?"
Me: "Yeah."
Mel: "'No, bitch, you can call me 'Senator'.' What the hell is wrong with her?"
Me: "She's going to refer to him as 'Joe' condescendingly at some point."


Eventually, Moosemom broke out "say it ain't so, Joe."

I can't believe those buffoons went to all that trouble to orchestrate that one pathetic line, to the extent that her single-minded mission at the outset was to charge out there and get permission to call him Joe.

I fully expect to see numerous campaign ads relying on that line in the coming weeks.

I fear that Palin was incredibly effective reaching the audience that she was brought on to appeal to, and that isn't just evangelicals or just the base.

I hate to even use the term, but it's the easiest way to explain it: Reagan Democrats.

And Palin appealed to those voters in ways strikingly reminiscent of Red Ink Ronnie: she exhibited a healthy disdain for "the mainstream media", and emphasized her desire to circumvent the pundits and connect directly with the American people; she "spoke plainly" and bucked the system a little by answering the questions she wanted to answer, instead of the ones that were asked (and without much sophistry: she was very direct); and, obviously, all of that spills from a "down home" bottle.

Hell, when she addressed the issue of here statement 'I don't have any idea what the Vice President does', I found her candor charming and likable. "That was my lame attempt at a joke - I guess people didn't get it." (Beyond a couple of isolated moments such as that, though, I found her extremely grating.)

Like her style or not, the voters inhale plates full of it, and nearly knock each other down trying to get back to the buffet for more of it. They can easily ignore the risk of salmonella or e coli, and the massive amounts of LDL and trans fat, because it's yummy and it just keeps coming.

Of course, she's at the bottom of the ticket, and the wisdom supposedly is that the voting is really based on the top spot. I hope that's true, and I hope that "oh, crap, she's like a young Reagan" instinct proves to have missed the real points of how the electorate will react to her in total.

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I'm wide awake on memories

These memories can't wait.

I feel like there is an inexhaustible supply of events from my life that assert themselves in my memory with a force inversely proportional to a reasonable measure of their importance.


Example: Several years ago I had a neighbor that I traveled with socially on occasion who owned a video rental store. On some occasion during that period of time, probably at least 5 years ago, I had a conversation with my older brother about the customers of that store who would sometimes be waiting for it to open in the late morning - specifically, those who were there to rent adult movies.

This recollection was triggered while I was showering, because I was squeezing a dab of shampoo, and flashed back to my brother's pantomiming these customers squeezing lubricant into their palms, moving the bottle in a slow, circular motion, and gazing intently on the store, waiting for the door to open.

It cracked me the hell up then, and it cracks me the hell up now.

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