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I'm also the only person on this NG posting their failures at SEO in great detail so others can learn from my mistakes. I adapt as I discover new information. Maybe you're the only regular on this group actually still making mistakes. |
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And boorish and churlish are hardly Middle English. Read a paper or two that's not a tabloid. |
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On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I don't read newspapers due to the lack of balance in their views. David |
herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of Artemis, and attended her
in the chase. But Echo had one failing; she was fond of talking, and whether
in chat or argument, would have the last word. One day Hera was seeking her
husband, who, she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs.
Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs made their
escape. When Hera discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo in these
words: "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated
me, except for that one purpose you are so fond of - reply. You shall still
have the last word, but no power to speak first."
This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon
the mountains. She loved him and followed his footsteps. O how she longed to
address him in the softest accents, and win him to converse! But it was not
in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her
answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his companions,
shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here." Narcissus looked around,
but seeing no one called out, "Come". Echo answered, "Come." As no one came,
Narcissus called again, "Why do you shun me?" Echo, asked the same question.
"Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her
heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms
about his neck. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off! I would rather die
than you should have me!" "Have me," said she; but it was all in vain. He
left her, and she went to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods.
From that time forth she lived in caves till at last all her flesh shrank
away. Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her
but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one who calls
her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last word.
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"SEO Dave" <seo-daveSP (AT) AMsearch-engine-optimization-services (DOT) co.uk> wrote in message news:ih6dh0la6ree96d5fqeait0ar6e1et4peu (AT) 4ax (DOT) com... On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I don't read newspapers due to the lack of balance in their views. David Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of Artemis, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing; she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument, would have the last word. One day Hera was seeking her husband, who, she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs. Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs made their escape. When Hera discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one purpose you are so fond of - reply. You shall still have the last word, but no power to speak first." This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon the mountains. She loved him and followed his footsteps. O how she longed to address him in the softest accents, and win him to converse! But it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here." Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one called out, "Come". Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again, "Why do you shun me?" Echo, asked the same question. "Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me!" "Have me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From that time forth she lived in caves till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last word. |
heavily as though they were burdens to him. He looked out of the
window into the hog corral and saw the pigs burying themselves in
the straw before the shed. The leaden gray clouds were beginning
to spill themselves, and the snow flakes were settling down over
the white leprous patches of frozen earth where the hogs had gnawed
even the sod away. He shuddered and began to walk, trampling
heavily with his ungainly feet. He was the wreck of ten winters on
the Divide and he knew what that meant. Men fear the winters of
the Divide as a child fears night or as men in the North Seas fear
the still dark cold of the polar twilight. His eyes fell upon his
gun, and he took it down from the wall and looked it over. He sat
down on the edge of his bed and held the barrel towards his face,
letting his forehead rest upon it, and laid his finger on the
trigger. He was perfectly calm, there was neither passion nor
despair in his face, but the thoughtful look of a man who is
considering. Presently he laid down the gun, and reaching into the
cupboard, drew out a pint bottle of raw white alcohol. Lifting it
to his lips, he drank greedily. He washed his face in the tin
basin and combed his rough hair and shaggy blond beard. Then he
stood in uncertainty before the suit of dark clothes that hung on
the wall. For the fiftieth time he took them in his hands and
tried to summon courage to put them on. He took the paper collar
that was pinned to the sleeve of the coat and cautiously slipped it
under his rough beard, looking with timid expectancy into the
cracked, splashed glass that hung over the bench. With a short
laugh he threw it down on the bed, and pulling on his old
black hat, he went out, striking off across the level.
It was a physical necessity for him to get away from his cabin
once in a while. He had been there for ten years, digging and
plowing and sowing, and reaping what little the hail and the hot
winds and the frosts left him to reap. Insanity and suicide are
very common things on the Divide. They come on like an epidemic in
the hot wind season. Those scorching dusty winds that blow up over
the bluffs from Kansas seem to dry up the blood in men's veins as
they do the sap in the corn leaves. Whenever the yellow scorch
creeps down over the tender inside leaves about the ear, then the
coroners prepare for active duty; for the oil of the country is
burned out and it does not take long for the flame to eat up the
wick. It causes no great sensation there when a Dane is found
swinging to his own windmill tower, and most of the Poles after
they have become too careless and discouraged to shave themselves
keep their razors to cut their throats with.
David
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On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I'm also the only person on this NG posting their failures at SEO in great detail so others can learn from my mistakes. I adapt as I discover new information. Maybe you're the only regular on this group actually still making mistakes. Don't think so Bill, take a look at your own sites for good examples :-) |
need updating. Much like myself (sigh). There's also precisely no
sites I've ever optimised that I'm happy to lay claim to because I've
never been allowed to do what I wanted on them. Just an approximation
of it. Like, optimise this but don't change the look. Or the feel. Or
the code. Doh! And even so I'm rushed off my feet so I dunno where you
get the time to do all this testing you do, or to argue with Sam.
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And boorish and churlish are hardly Middle English. Read a paper or two that's not a tabloid. I don't read newspapers due to the lack of balance in their views. BB David |
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"SEO Dave" <seo-daveSP (AT) AMsearch-engine-optimization-services (DOT) co.uk> wrote in message news:ih6dh0la6ree96d5fqeait0ar6e1et4peu (AT) 4ax (DOT) com... On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I don't read newspapers due to the lack of balance in their views. David Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of Artemis, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing; she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument, would have the last word. One day Hera was seeking her husband, who, she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs. Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs made their escape. When Hera discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one purpose you are so fond of - reply. You shall still have the last word, but no power to speak first." This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon the mountains. She loved him and followed his footsteps. O how she longed to address him in the softest accents, and win him to converse! But it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here." Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one called out, "Come". Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again, "Why do you shun me?" Echo, asked the same question. "Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me!" "Have me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From that time forth she lived in caves till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last word. |
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On Sun, 8 Aug 2004 18:04:10 -0700, "Gateway Farm" johnwmerrell (AT) earthlink (DOT) net> wrote: "SEO Dave" <seo-daveSP (AT) AMsearch-engine-optimization-services (DOT) co.uk> wrote in message news:ih6dh0la6ree96d5fqeait0ar6e1et4peu (AT) 4ax (DOT) com... On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I don't read newspapers due to the lack of balance in their views. David Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of Artemis, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing; she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument, would have the last word. One day Hera was seeking her husband, who, she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs. Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs made their escape. When Hera discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one purpose you are so fond of - reply. You shall still have the last word, but no power to speak first." This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon the mountains. She loved him and followed his footsteps. O how she longed to address him in the softest accents, and win him to converse! But it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here." Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one called out, "Come". Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again, "Why do you shun me?" Echo, asked the same question. "Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me!" "Have me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From that time forth she lived in caves till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last word. He rose slowly and crossed the room, dragging his big feet heavily as though they were burdens to him. He looked out of the window into the hog corral and saw the pigs burying themselves in the straw before the shed. The leaden gray clouds were beginning to spill themselves, and the snow flakes were settling down over the white leprous patches of frozen earth where the hogs had gnawed even the sod away. He shuddered and began to walk, trampling heavily with his ungainly feet. He was the wreck of ten winters on the Divide and he knew what that meant. Men fear the winters of the Divide as a child fears night or as men in the North Seas fear the still dark cold of the polar twilight. His eyes fell upon his gun, and he took it down from the wall and looked it over. He sat down on the edge of his bed and held the barrel towards his face, letting his forehead rest upon it, and laid his finger on the trigger. He was perfectly calm, there was neither passion nor despair in his face, but the thoughtful look of a man who is considering. Presently he laid down the gun, and reaching into the cupboard, drew out a pint bottle of raw white alcohol. Lifting it to his lips, he drank greedily. He washed his face in the tin basin and combed his rough hair and shaggy blond beard. Then he stood in uncertainty before the suit of dark clothes that hung on the wall. For the fiftieth time he took them in his hands and tried to summon courage to put them on. He took the paper collar that was pinned to the sleeve of the coat and cautiously slipped it under his rough beard, looking with timid expectancy into the cracked, splashed glass that hung over the bench. With a short laugh he threw it down on the bed, and pulling on his old black hat, he went out, striking off across the level. It was a physical necessity for him to get away from his cabin once in a while. He had been there for ten years, digging and plowing and sowing, and reaping what little the hail and the hot winds and the frosts left him to reap. Insanity and suicide are very common things on the Divide. They come on like an epidemic in the hot wind season. Those scorching dusty winds that blow up over the bluffs from Kansas seem to dry up the blood in men's veins as they do the sap in the corn leaves. Whenever the yellow scorch creeps down over the tender inside leaves about the ear, then the coroners prepare for active duty; for the oil of the country is burned out and it does not take long for the flame to eat up the wick. It causes no great sensation there when a Dane is found swinging to his own windmill tower, and most of the Poles after they have become too careless and discouraged to shave themselves keep their razors to cut their throats with. David |
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On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 22:26:54 GMT, SEO Dave seo-daveSP (AT) AMsearch-engine-opti...es (DOT) co.uk> wrote: On Sun, 08 Aug 2004 08:09:58 GMT, Big Bill <kruse (AT) cityscape (DOT) co.uk wrote: I'm also the only person on this NG posting their failures at SEO in great detail so others can learn from my mistakes. I adapt as I discover new information. Maybe you're the only regular on this group actually still making mistakes. Don't think so Bill, take a look at your own sites for good examples :-) There's a ton wrong with all my old sites because they are all old and need updating. Much like myself (sigh). There's also precisely no sites I've ever optimised that I'm happy to lay claim to because I've never been allowed to do what I wanted on them. |
so all pages/sites can be improved upon. Lots of sites I've seen from
posts here are far from optimally optimised. For example too many make
the fundamental mistake of using home as the anchor text of home
links.
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Just an approximation of it. Like, optimise this but don't change the look. Or the feel. Or the code. Doh! |
overall feel/look.
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And even so I'm rushed off my feet so I dunno where you get the time to do all this testing you do, or to argue with Sam. |
track) almost every day (only days I don't work is through illness).
The only benefit of being physically disabled (and a lot of adaption
to my work space) is I can work, work, work and did I mention work
without getting too tired.
Did I mention I have problems sleeping as well, went to sleep at 5am,
woke at 9.30am and was back to work for 10am (will likely do the same
today).
So basically I work at least twice as long as the average person so
can afford to take the odd break (need to take the odd break!!).
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I've never seen a perfectly optimised page, (that includes my own) and so all pages/sites can be improved upon. Lots of sites I've seen from posts here are far from optimally optimised. For example too many make the fundamental mistake of using home as the anchor text of home links. |
know and are use to home. That is why I like graphic link buttons. That way
visitors can see home, but the alt text will have keywords.
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And even so I'm rushed off my feet so I dunno where you get the time to do all this testing you do, or to argue with Sam. |
course I am busy making the items. Photoing and listing the products is what
takes up a lot of time!
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I work over 12 hrs a day (I guess I average 16hrs, but don't keep track) almost every day (only days I don't work is through illness). The only benefit of being physically disabled (and a lot of adaption to my work space) is I can work, work, work and did I mention work without getting too tired. Did I mention I have problems sleeping as well, went to sleep at 5am, woke at 9.30am and was back to work for 10am (will likely do the same today). |
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So basically I work at least twice as long as the average person so can afford to take the odd break (need to take the odd break!!). |
back from vacation, so I did get a break. My mom told me I could not do any
work while I was visiting with my family. I now feel terribly behind on
orders and such. And Chirstmas is around the corner.........probably won't
get to much made for it. :-)
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