My current website is beautiful. However, it is the website of a freelance writer, while I now have lots of workers. My typical website these days has six people involved. I have no business using just my name on my website or on my work.
My daughters are also now part of the company, and they felt that my website, beautiful though it might be, was dark and old looking. They wanted something younger, fresher, brighter. This new design, says #2 daughter, is sexy. The old one was comforting.
The whole point of the old one was to be comforting, actually. “Don’t fear,” it said, “Even if you’re scared of tech guys, you can call me and I’ll help you with your website.” I’m not sure what this one says. “Hello, sailor, let me help you with your website”? Probably not. It may or may not be relevant that #2 daughter has dated both the designers who worked on this.
We definitely need to do a new video. The blue in this one clashes.
I don’t know if the site is sexy. It does seem luminous and lovely.
So here’s a ravishingly beautiful song for your Christmas music collection: “All My Heart This Night Rejoices,” from Ebeling. Here it is with an enormous number of verses so that you can allow its lovely harmonies to wash over your ears and fill you with joy. If perhaps music doesn’t have this effect on you (and you have my sympathy), you might still like it for the fact that it contains logical argumentation, an extremely rare feature in Christmas carols.
Usually we sing these bits, which are pretty touching:
All my heart this night rejoices
As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices
“Christ is born,” their choirs are singing
Till the air, everywhere, now their joy is ringing
Come, then, let us hasten yonder
Here let all, great and small, kneel in awe and wonder
Love Him Who with love is yearning
Hail the star that from far bright with hope is burning
Hark! a voice from yonder manger
Soft and sweet, doth entreat, “Flee from woe and danger
Brethren, come; from all that grieves you
You are freed; all you need I will surely give you.”
Blessed Savior, let me find Thee
Keep Thou me close to Thee, cast me not behind Thee
Life of life, my heart Thou stillest
Calm I rest on Thy breast, all this void Thou fillest
Thee, dear Lord, with heed I’ll cherish
Live to Thee and with Thee, dying, shall not perish
But shall dwell with Thee for ever
Far on high, in the joy that can alter never
Yesterday’s tea was lovely, by the way, though not in the same way that the website design and the song are. It involved numerous dainty little bites of things: cucumber and cress sandwiches, delicate lime cookies, tiny chocolate tassies, and cream puffs filled with chicken salad. There was a lady presiding over a silver teapot and lots of tinkly laughs and ladylike conversation. I enjoyed it.