CSS Experiments Edit
Recently, there has been a trend among web designers to document all their experiments with CSS on a section of their site. Examples include:
These experiments are usually only compatible with browsers that are largely standards compliant, such as
Mozilla or Opera. Many of them also have the word 'edge' in their title - meaning they "push the browser to the edge."
How to use none (pics appear 'in-line').
Placing Pics in Tables
Ole Man Winter File:Ts02.jpg [[Image:Ts02.jpg|thumb|none|100px|POVray Raytrace]]
Splash File:Splash.jpg [[Image:Splash.jpg|thumb|none|100px|Splash]]
still haven't worked out locking the width in
so the left cell text doesn't stretch the cell.
any ideas Lob?
Tables with no borders
Placing Pics and Text
Should be able to place text to the left
or to the right.
the text/poem goes here ...
this should wrap but remain in the table ...
and also allow one to use HTML tags to format
the text so that it ends up to the right
of the photo.
Visual Haiku Edits Edit
Are some icicles long
We are poets and sages in so far as we do not
ask such questions, or rather, in asking them
we expect no answer and do not desire one.
To keep things in this state of wonder and
suspense, to want without desire to love deeply
without attachment, this is the real part of
all our living.
Then the different lengths of the icicles,
the different heights of wooden pilings,
the difference between the sun and the moon,
these things are of perpetual and never-ending
suprise, for ...
"A long thing is ...
the Long Body of Buddha;
A short thing is ...
the Short Body of Buddha."
Haiku Vol4 Autumn/Winter
more table exp Edit
?can't get table background color/image to work? -ts-
A background color:
A background image:
Cell color backgrounds:
Cell image as background:
And this table has no borders:
link things Edit http://peace.wikicities.com/index.php/Image:Ice2.jpg
iink to pics Edit
Christmas in the Trenches
by John McCutcheon
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung.
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound.
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me.
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony.
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war.
As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent.
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht." "Tis 'Silent Night'," says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky.
"There's someone coming toward us!" the front line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side.
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night.
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin.
This curious and unlikely band of men.
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war.
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore.
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well.
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame.
And on each end of the rifle we're the same.
© 1984 John McCutcheon
German and Russian soldiers together on the Eastern front, Christmas 1914.