introducing andúnië.net v2.0

In the nearly twelve full months since this blog went live, I've discovered that tinkering with site design is a job that never…quite…ends. But sometimes the changes are big enough to brag on.

Tonight James and I finished incorporating the sideblog—if you're reading this entry on andúnië.net's main page, the sideblog (or subblog or linkblog) is the new column on the left. I'll be posting quick links and quotes in said left column, reserving the center for more substantive posts. (I flatter myself.)

As a consequence my posting volume should increase: although I may not post new entries in the main blog every day, updating the sideblog is rather effortless. So do stop by more often.

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The content in the left column is actually pulled from another blog that I call nota bene, Latin for “note well” (or more informally Hey you!). The front page is located here, and is the only part of that blog that I've attended to at all. (Click on a permalink in the left column to see what happens when one combines a default Movable Type template with an unrelated custom stylesheet. Pretty, it ain't.) Hopefully, all there will be in order by Christmas, but given the tendency of my schedules to slip that likely will mean something more like next June.

My heartfelt thanks to James for giving up much of his Labor Day in order to create banners and guide me through various formatting issues.

Two things in closing: If you're still using IE, do yourself a favor and get a real browser. You'll thank me, and besides, andúnië.net renders just so much better in Mozilla Firefox.

Finally, if you judge this site worthy of blogrolling, please list it as Andúnië, andúnië, or andúnië.net. The diacritics are important—I'm really not engaging in some kind of Dëf Lëppard fetish here.

See, not only would J.R.R. Tolkien agree (insert disclaimer about deplorable cultus here), but Andunie without the diacritics looks vaguely like a girl's name. Something that I'm rather sensitive about: before I started graduate school I was known as Tony, rather than as Anthony. I was never quite fond of the diminutive; it reminded me of fat Italian mafiosos in silk suits, or perhaps of Tony Danza. And worse, there were the clueless types who inexplicably thought that it ended with an i.

After all these years, still unfrickinbelievable.