Liking Posts In

I finally figured out what was preventing me liking other people’s posts or commenting on them.

Well not exactly preventing me doing that, because I could go into the WP Reader and click ‘like’ from there. And if I clicked on the ‘W’ in the comments section on the person’s blog it would allow me to be recognised as me (as in, me on in order to comment (but not to ‘like’)

What would happen normally is that when I tried to click ‘like’, a little box would appear superimposed over the site and it would do a little drum roll as thought it was going to link to the site below, and then…. nothing.

One other niggle is that when I clicked to look at who had commented on my posts, as often as not one of the tabs – the ‘Unread’ tab for example, would spin and spin but not show the content.

I noticed it might be particular to this machine because of what happened when I was using our MacBook Air, in the living room. The Air is the machine we use when travelling (not much of that on the horizon). And with that machine there was no problem.

So I just went into Safari / Preferences / and then under ‘Privacy’ I unchecked ‘Prevent cross-site tracking’ – and it worked.

Then I checked ‘Prevent cross-site tracking’ again – because after all, who wants cross-site tracking?

What Is Cross-Site Tracking

Cross-site tracking is when you go to a site and there’s an advertisement for the thing you looked at on another site. The king of the ‘we’ll follow you everywhere we can’ sites I go to at the moment is a second-hand camera site that I visit sometimes.

I Could Be Wrong

Of course, I could be wrong about this, but having to deal with it by checking and unchecking is painful (a little bit painful – not a big deal).

Lost In A Book

He lost himself in a book
an interesting story about an amnesiac
who was captivated by the story
he was reading
And forgot he was there, in the margin.

He thought he was at work
stacking shelves
proving right those who said he would
Never amount to much

The assistant manager gave him the book
to broaden himself because he showed promise
underneath that dreamy exterior

He was in aisle seven, so he thought
near the baked goods
thinking about his schooldays,
remembering he had been told to avoid using adverbs
when he was writing.
But he only half-recalled the rule and took it to extremes
and beyond
and avoided adverbs when he was reading as well.

He lay on the floor, curled like a wounded cat
Bags of haphazard flour on the floor
and a book, open on page two.

And he, trapped in the margin,
working his way by inches
around the word ‘slowly’.