Testing

Posted by Dave Bonta on April 1, 2006 (last modified at 8:32 am, 12/19/09)

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6 Responses to Testing

  1. marja-leena says:
    April 2, 2006 at 6:52 pm

    Congratulations on your beautiful new home! An old Finnish custom is to bring salt and bread on one’s first visit to wish blessings and good luck!

    I must admit though that I will miss the old one for a little while though – as your signature. In shosrt time the new home will take on the character of its owner too.

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  2. Dave Bonta says:
    April 2, 2006 at 7:09 pm

    Thanks, Marja-Leena! Good Finnish rye bread is one of my favorite things.

    I don’t like change much myself, but in less than a day I’ve already become fairly comfortable with this design.

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  3. Natalie says:
    April 3, 2006 at 12:39 am

    Yes, it looks cool and suave and sober, Dave. Blessings upon your new home.

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  4. Dave says:
    April 3, 2006 at 6:55 am

    Thank you, Natalie. Sober? Yes, I guess that’s so. And perhaps i went with that out of some instinct that my own lack of sobriety(as in the above poem) would be more effective if more greatly in contrast with its surroundings.

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  5. john says:
    April 3, 2006 at 4:26 pm

    >The allure of going open source, with WordPress,
    > simply became too great to resist.

    welcome to the wordpress family!! i love it! open source, the only way to go!

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  6. Dave says:
    April 3, 2006 at 7:56 pm

    Hey, thanks, John! I hadn’t noticed before that “My Zen Life” was a WordPress blog. Cool.

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