• Troubleshooting RSS

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    We’ve done a little bit of work to try getting the RSS feeds working properly. It would, however, be helpful to have more data. We have resynced, we have repinged it from Feedburner, and we fixed a warning that showed up on the feed validator (turns out that WP2.0 comes out of the box with an out of date bit of markup: wfw:commentRSS should be wfw:commentRss, and you fix it in wp-rss2.php).

    If you got this post via RSS, what feed were you using? Atom, RSS 1, RSS 2, via Feedburner’s link or direct, and with what reader?

    If you didn’t get this post via RSS and should have, same questions!

    Edit: Well, for whatever reason, the URLs www.raphkoster.com/feed, /feed/atom, /feed/rss, and /feed/rss2 were non-functional, redirected to the front page. So readers of course saw that as malformed RSS. A bit of .htaccess voodoo seems to have fixed it, but I still don’t know why those URLs didn’t work by default, given that www.raphkoster.com/wp-rss.php and /wp-atom.php and /wp-rss2.php worked fine.

    Anyway, all of those now redirect to FeedBurner as well, so everything should (cross your fingers) be working right.

  • The Sunday Poem: Candy and Candy II

    Hours Categories The Sunday Poem
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    In the middle of the night, coughing, I resorted to one of those mentholated Halls cough drops; candy with a bite. Drifting off to sleep, a few iambs popped into my head, and here I am now, posting a Sunday Poem at 3:07 am.

    Candy

    A single stagnant drop of sugar, caught and coalesced and cooked to crystal shine.
    It’s fricative and fresh, this lump or lolly, taffy, toffee, gumdrop, goo or fairy dust.
    It conjures summers, jujubes and dimes. A stick of pixie, lips of wax, and time
    To race about, the dog at heel, the swarm of kids, the tinkling ice cream truck, the sweat.

    The sweet is sharp; your tongue gets bumps. A crack can catch your gums, cut you, leave wounds as small
    As any cut inside your mouth: enormous, one more thing to suck on, strawberry.
    We face the same hard choice of every day: to crunch would be to hurry it along.
    It’s sweeter far to savor sweets and time before the time and sweets are soft, then gone.

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