Of personal seals and blogging poems
Does your blog need a seal? How about your personal correspondence? School lunch box? Come on, work with me here.
There's a site that lets you make your own seal with lots of customizing options. Go give it a try! The seal below is what I came up with. The Latin on the bottom roughly means "an insatiable urge to write." It doesn't say anything about quality--just quantity.
There's also a poem by Holmes using that Latin phrase for its title, and if there was ever a poem that better embodied the concept of blogging, I don't know what it is:
Cacoethes Scribendi
by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
If all the trees in all the woods were men;
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
If every leaf on every shrub and tree
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea
Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes,
And for ten thousand ages, day and night,
The human race should write, and write, and write,
Till all the pens and paper were used up,
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup,
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
There's a site that lets you make your own seal with lots of customizing options. Go give it a try! The seal below is what I came up with. The Latin on the bottom roughly means "an insatiable urge to write." It doesn't say anything about quality--just quantity.
There's also a poem by Holmes using that Latin phrase for its title, and if there was ever a poem that better embodied the concept of blogging, I don't know what it is:
Cacoethes Scribendi
by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
If all the trees in all the woods were men;
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
If every leaf on every shrub and tree
Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea
Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes
Had nothing else to do but act as scribes,
And for ten thousand ages, day and night,
The human race should write, and write, and write,
Till all the pens and paper were used up,
And the huge inkstand was an empty cup,
Still would the scribblers clustered round its brink
Call for more pens, more paper, and more ink.
Comments
Me thinks you are a tad toooooo paranoid....you old & germy? Perish the thought!
I very much like the poem; it does fit a lot of us bloggers perfectly.