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Tue, 13 Jun 2006 17:14:00 -0400View some reasons one would want to dispaly RSS in there business model..
Use Your Own Content
Almost ANY web based content can be transformed into an RSS feed. The only real requirement is that the information changes regularly.
Typically, the main use of RSS is to present headlines and a short introduction to "newsy" stories. Create an RSS feed on your site featuring your company press releases, site updates, etc.
RSS is a great way to let people know of events and activities that may be happening soon. It's easy to turn an "events" page into an RSS feed.
You've probably heard of the term "blog" or "weblog". It's a page that displays (in chronological order) a series of writings on whatever the author wants to write about. While a normal blog also allows others to add their comments to yours, you don't have to offer that functionality.
Set up a page where you regularly add your thoughts on all sorts of issues - or just one issue - with the most recent post at the top of the page. Include these items in an RSS feed, and you've got a whole new audience for your pearls of wisdom.
Share your knowledge. This is a more "formal" type of writing, where you write a series of articles on a specific topic. Add a new article on that topic every week or so. Set up several topics and you've got several new RSS feeds to attract even more interest in what you know.
Don't forget to include a resource box in the article which allows others to reproduce your article on their site, with an obvious link back to you.
Got an online store with new inventory added regularly? Add details about your newly added items to an RSS feed to let people know what's just come in.
Do you regularly make special offers on different products in your inventory? Again, RSS is a great way to tell people what's on special this week... or this month.
If you regularly produce an email newsletter, then consider converting it to RSS format as well as continuing to email it. After all, your newsletters ARE also shown on your web site... aren't they?
If you have a links directory, considering creating an RSS feed of the new links added to your directory in the last week or so. If you have a category structure within that directory, with links added often, you can create a feed for each category.
Do you run a public membership site? Recently joined members could be listed in an RSS feed with links direct to their profiles. What a great way to welcome new members!
Note: Aim to have up to 15-20 items in each feed if possible. You can have more items if you want. Just remember that most feed reading software will NOT display all the items. Many may only show the first 5 or 10.
Once you've got your feed going... remember to submit your feed URLs to the various RSS Feed Directories.
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Sun, 29 Jan 2006 13:47:00 -0500They spent weeks in Mississippi with a faith-based group
January 25, 2006
Ben and Ina Sims have taken extensive trips in their motor home before, but none impacted them quite like their last.
The Salem couple ventured to Mississippi for 6 1/2 weeks and volunteered for a faith-based relief agency that continues to provide aid to victims of Hurricane Katrina.
"We could have put X number of dollars in, but who would we have given it to?" Ben Sims said. "We thought the best thing we could do was to go ourselves, then we'd know exactly where our funds were spent."
Ben managed a supply warehouse for the United Methodist Committee on Relief in the community of Wiggins.
Ina sorted new and used clothing that came into the warehouse, which also distributed bottled water, food and cleaning supplies.
"Anybody who needed them, we got them to them as fast as we could," Ben said.
The Sims, who are both in their 70s, also volunteered in the town of Lakeshore, which is about a mile from the gulf. They parked their motor home on the property where a Baptist church once stood before the hurricane struck.
"It was heartwrenching," Ben said. "There was much more devastation than we had imagined."
"You'd feel helpless," Ina said, "because there was so much to do."
Their church back home, First United Methodist in downtown Salem, collected $774 one Sunday for them to buy blankets for victims. An Iowa man they met in Mississippi chipped in $500 when he heard what the Sims were doing.
They were able to buy 183 blankets, which they handed out to residents of DeLisle.
Ben Sims spent time in Mississippi in the early 1970s, while in the Air Force and stationed at Biloxi. It was shocking for him to see once familiar neighborhoods demolished.
"It was difficult trying to remember what was in a location," he said, "because there was nothing there."
During their stay -- from Oct. 20 to Dec. 7 -- they did witness signs of hope in the rebuilding process.
"Things came back some while we were there," Ina said. "Wal-Mart was built up again, and they did open one mall.
"But there's still a lot that needs to be done."
clynn@StatesmanJournal.com or (503) 399-6710
Sun, 15 Jan 2006 05:38:00 -0500The Cut-Off A Louisiana riverboat captain is trapped forever in a cut-off
S. E. Schlosser
The devil was in the Mississippi River that night. You could feel it with every eddy swirling against the helm of the boat. You could hear it in every jangle of the bell. You could see it in the dim light of the lantern as it tried to pierce the swirling fog. You could sense it in the sound of the chugging engine. The devil was in the river. It was a bad night to be out in a paddleboat. But he had sworn when he set out that nothing could make him turn back.
No other pilot dared brave the Mississippi that night. They were all huddled in the tavern, gossiping. After an evening of listening to their empty boasts, he had made one himself. He knew the Mississippi River so well that he could guide his paddleboat on his run even through the thickness of the night's fog. When the other pilots heard his boast, they laughed and told him he would be back before midnight. He had grown angry at their jeers, and had sworn in front of them all that he would not turn back this night for any reason, should the Devil bar the way!
The paddle wheeler was rocking oddly under the strange eddies of the river. But he knew every turn and guided her along despite the fog. He was almost to Raccourci when he saw shore where no shore had ever been before.
He turned the boat this way and that. It could not be! The river ran straight through on this branch. He had guided his paddleboat through this place a hundred times.
But the devil must have been listening at the tavern and had heard his boast, for the Mississippi had shifted! He swore every curse he knew, and kept searching for a way through. He had vowed to complete his run without turning back and he was determined to carry out his vow. He would never go back. Never! He would stay there until daybreak, and beyond if need be.
Suddenly, the paddleboat gave a massive jerk. The engine stalled. The boat shuddered and overturned. When the fog lifted the next day, they found his paddleboat sunk to the bottom with a gaping hole in its side, and the pilot drowned.
On foggy nights, you can still hear the ring of the bell, the sound of the engine and the curses of the ghost captain trying to complete his run.You can read a longer version of the Louisiana folktale in Spooky South by S.E. Schlosser
Fri, 13 Jan 2006 03:36:00 -0500The Cursing of Colonel Buck A witch's curse haunts the colonel long after death
The Cursing of Colonel
S. E. Schlosser
Now Colonel Buck was not what you'd call the most virtuous man in town. No
sir! He had an eye for the ladies, did Colonel Buck, and he would chase them
'til he got what he wanted. Then he would drop them like a hot brick.
Well, Colonel Buck has a pretty maid working for him. It weren't long before he started noticing her and she, poor lass, started looking back. One thing led to another, don't you know, and one day Colonel Buck turned out his pretty maid, seeing as she was unmarried and in the family way.
Well now, that pretty lass had a deformed baby boy, and she had a hard time making ends meet with a growing son. She began putting pressure on ol' Colonel Buck to take responsibility for the boy. Well, Colonel Buck weren't having none of that. He began putting it about town that this lassie was really a witch. The rumor spread and spread. The townsfolk became a-feared of the lass and one day they grabbed the woman and brought her before Colonel Buck. He condemned her to death for sorcery, and had her burned at the stake. The woman shouted a curse at the Colonel as she burned, swearing that he would always bear the mark of this injustice.
Her poor young son was forced to watch his mother being burned as a witch. When one of his mother's legs fell from her burning body, he broke away from the crowd, ran forward to pick up the leg and fled. It was the only piece of his mother he had left to bury.
After Colonel Buck's death, a grand tombstone was erected in his honor. A few weeks later, a strange discoloration began to form on the stone. It was the picture of a woman's leg. The reminder of the woman and her curse embarrassed the people of Bucksport. They had the stone thrown out to sea. But the stone was washed ashore, the image of the leg still branded upon it. The town leaders had the stone smashed to bits and they put a new tombstone on Colonel Buck's grave. But the image of the leg reappeared on the new stone, and could not be removed. It remains there to this day; a reminder of a poor girl who was robbed of her innocence and later her life by Colonel Buck.
Wed, 11 Jan 2006 03:32:00 -0500The Bloody Knife Many and many a year ago, two Micmac warriors from rival villages got into a terrible argument. Harsh words were exchanged and then knives were pulled. (Nova Scotia)
S. E. Schlosser
Mon, 09 Jan 2006 05:30:00 -0500The Bloodstain A murdered man haunts the house where he was killed. The Bloodstainretold by S. E. SchlosserThe Phelps place was an old, abandoned property with a monstrous, decrepit Victorian house that was supposed to be haunted. It should have been a good resting place for the local deer hunters, but they would not go near it. A few that tried came away before midnight with tales of ghostly thumping noises, gasps, moans, and a terrible wet bloodstain that appeared on the floor of the front porch and could not be wiped away. Phelps was an Englishman who had purchased land some 20 miles off the Mendocino coast in the 1880s. He had built a huge, fancy Victorian house all covered with gingerbread trimmings and surrounded by lovely gardens. When everything was arranged to his liking, he sent out party invitations to everyone within messenger range. It was the biggest social event of the year, with music and dancing and huge amounts of food. Sawhorse tables were set up with refreshments, and drinks were set out on the front porch. People came from miles around. The only one missing was old man McInturf's son-in-law. They had had a terrible fight that afternoon, and the boy had stalked off in a rage, threatening to get even with the old man. Around midnight, the musicians took a recess and old man McInturf went out on the front porch with some friends. Suddenly there came the thunder of hooves rushing up the lane. A cloaked figure rode towards the lantern-lit porch. McInturf put down his drink. "That will be my son-in-law," he told his friends as he went down the steps. The cloaked figure stopped his horse just outside the pool of lantern-light. There was a sharp movement and two loud shots from a gun. Old man McInturf staggered backwards, shot in the throat and the chest. The cloaked man wheeled his horse and fled down the lane as friends ran to the assistance of the old man. They laid McInturf down on the porch. He was bleeding heavily and they were afraid to move him much. There was some talk of fetching the doctor, but everyone knew it was too late. So much blood was pouring from the old man's wounds that it formed a pool underneath his head. McInturf coughed, once, twice; a hideous, gurgling, strangling sound that wrenched at the hearts of all who heard it. Then he died. McInturf's body was laid out on the sofa, and the once-merry guests left in stricken silence. The servants came and wiped the red-brown bloodstain off the floorboards. The next day, a wagon was brought to the front of the house and McInturf's body was carried out onto the porch. As the men stepped across the place where McInturf had died, blood began to pool around their boots, forming a wet stain in exactly the pattern that had been wiped up by the servants the night before. The men gasped in fear. One of them staggered and almost dropped the body. They hurriedly laid McInturf in the back of the wagon, and a pale Phelps ordered the servants to clean up the fresh bloodstain. From that day forward, the Phelps could not keep that part of the porch clean. Every few weeks, the damp bloodstain would reappear. They tried repainting the porch a few times, but the bloodstain would always leak through. In the county jail, McInturf's son-in-law died of a blood clot in the brain. A few months later, one of the Phelps servants went mad after seeing a "terrible sight" that made his head feel like it was going to exploded. Folks started saying the house was being haunted by the ghost of McInturf, seeking revenge. The property was resold several times but each resident was driven out by the terrible, gasping ghost of McInturf reliving his last moments and by the bloodstain that could not be removed from t[...]
Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:21:00 -0500Black Bartelmy's Ghost Black Bartelmy was an evil, surly buccaneer who murdered his wife and children and went to sea with a band of pirates as nasty as he. (Nova Scotia)
Black Bartelmy's Ghost
S. E. Schlosser
Black Bartelmy was an evil, surly buccaneer who murdered his wife and children and went to sea with a band of pirates as nasty as he. He roamed the Atlantic coast, murdering and pillaging and laying waste to the countryside as he passed. By the time he approached Cape Forchu in Nova Scotia, Black Bartelmy had a ship loaded with treasure; five hundred chests had he full of gold and jewels and goblets and mighty swords.A thick Fundy fog lay over the bay as the ship approached, and the treacherous Fundy tide soon took hold of the evil man's ship. The crashing, churning waters of the Roaring Bull, that dangerous ledge of rocks near Cape Forchu, took the pirates ship and smashed its hull. But Captain Bartelmy spotted land to the starboard side of the ship. He and his trusted mate Ben the Hook had the crew loaded up the escape boat with every treasure chest they could fit. Then the bold pirate had his first mate murder the other buccaneers so they would not have to share the treasure with them. Ben the Hook crouched just out of sight in the rocking escape boat and slit each man's throat with his hook as the seaman bent to place his burden in the hold. Then Ben threw each body over the side of the ship into the churning waters below so that the next pirate would not sense a trap when he came forward with his treasure. When the treasure was loaded into the boat, Bartelmy and Ben the Hook rowed into the calmer waters of the cape. They searched for a place to bury their treasure. Finding a large cave, they piled each chest inside and then covered the entrance with rocks. As Ben the hook rolled the last boulder into place, Bartelmy thrust a sword deep into his chest, twisting it with an evil laugh, and watched as his mate fell dead at his feet. Knowing that he had to leave this remote spot or starve, the evil pirate captain walked along the edge of the water, searching for a town or a harbor where he might row the escape boat. But Black Bartelmy soon found himself mired in quicksand with no one to save him. Only the gulls heard his dying curses ringing over the cape as he sank down and down into the mire and was engulfed. One stormy night soon after the pirate's death, the keeper of the local lighthouse saw a flare going up in the direction of the Roaring Bull. Thinking it is a ship in trouble; the keeper called together a lifeboat crew and launched their boat into the icy waters, heading for the Roaring Bull. But as they approach the vessel in distress, they saw an ancient galleon with tattered sails. Its decks were piled high with treasure chests spilling over with gold. Astride the deck is a solitary man in black. The evil pirate grinned wickedly down at them, gesturing grandly with his cutlass. As the breakers overwhelmed their boat, the last thing the keeper and the rescuers heard was the sound of Black Bartelmy's ghost, laughing.
They say that the ghost of Black Bartelmy continues to haunt the Cape and the Roaring Bull to this day, and that any rescue crew summoned to save a vessel off the Roaring Bull should take every precaution, because the distressed vessel might not really be there.
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Fri, 06 Jan 2006 01:16:00 -0500Bear Lake Monster Be careful swimming in Bear Lake! (Utah)
A feller I heard about spotted the monster early one evening as he was walking along the lake. He tried to shoot it with his rifle. The man was a crack shot, but not one of his bullets touched that monster. It scared the heck out of him and he high tailed it home faster than you can say Jack Robinson. Left his rifle behind him and claimed the monster ate it.
Sometimes, when the monster has been quiet for a while, people start saying it is gone for good. Some folks even dredge up that old tale that says how Pecos Bill heard about the Bear Lake monster and bet some cowpokes that he could wrestle that monster until it said uncle. According to them folks, the fight lasted for days and created a hurricane around Bear Lake. Finally, Bill flung that there monster over his shoulder and it flew so far it went plumb around the world and landed in Loch Ness, where it lives to this day.
Course, we know better than that. The Bear Lake Monster is just hibernating-like. Keep your eyes open at dusk and maybe you'll see it come out to feed. Just be careful swimming in the lake, or you might be its next meal!You can read a longer version of this spooky Utah folktale in Spooky Southwest by S.E. Schlosser.
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Tue, 01 Nov 2005 05:30:00 -0500Full-timers Combine "Regular" Jobs With Freedom To Roam - by Arline ChandlerToo young to retire, yet longing to travel while they have health and stamina, Norm and Chris Denton did the unthinkable. Ignoring askance looks from family and friends, they packed their twins off to college, earmarked funds for tuition, put their dream home on the market, and shopped for an "empty nest" on wheels. As the realtor drove a "For Sale" sign in the front yard of their Redmond, Washington house, the Dentons pulled their new motorhome out of the driveway and headed off to become full-time RVers. Despite comments from his partners in a Washington architectural firm that Norm was experiencing a mid-life crisis, the thriving professional stood his ground. Far from any kind of crisis, the Dentons had leaped to liberty with careful forethought. Early in their planning stage, Chris, a former hairdresser, had switched to driving a school bus, knowing the experience would give her potential for driving shuttles or buses in Workamping jobs. Norm's 12-foot office windows overlooked the parking lot of a medical facility. From his desk, he watched RVers park for appointments. Often, he slipped out to talk with the seasoned travelers and share his "wanna-be" dreams. Three days into their new lifestyle, they Norm and Chris enrolled at the Life On Wheels RV Conference on the campus of the University of Idaho at Moscow. The couple hustled to a week of classes on subjects ranging from RV gadgets to handling mail and telephone communications on the road. New friends re-affirmed their commitment to a full-timing dream. With treasured memories tucked alongside practical RVing tips, the Dentons headed off for their first adventure in a rolling house, ending up in Yellowstone National Park. Along the way, they looked for interesting part-time work to supplement their early retirement venture. Norm discovered a possibility with his favorite diversion, fly fishing for trout in Yellowstone's clear streams. When he and Chris signed up for a full day fishing trip guided by the owner of Blue Ribbon Fly Shop, the man mentioned his need for guides who related well to people. After spending a day with Norm, he recognized polished people skills and offered an opportunity for him to share his passion and, at the same time, net about $200 a day, along with a limit of cut throat and brown trout weighing up to five pounds. When guiding, Norm drives his clients to a point in a van, then takes them to the best fishing holes along Fire In The Hole River, the Yellowstone, and Gibbons Creek. He relates that his job is to watch and see each one's technique. "Some people fish to learn how and others actually want to catch fish," he says, explaining that he also observes the different "flies" that hatch to determine where the trout are feeding. Capitalizing on his avid fisherman status, Norm writes for three publications, one of which is the BASS organization. His regular column on warm water fishing appears in an outdoor magazine and other articles in the state level newsletters. After an idyllic first summer of wandering in national parks and along interesting byways, Norm and Chris proceeded to Washington to speed up the sale of their homeplace. Chris returned to her job as a school bus driver. Norm tagged along trading "power" lunches w[...]
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Fri, 21 Oct 2005 01:13:00 -0400Follow the foliage with these tips, drives and timelinesIf the still-warm September air temperatures have you thinking about sunbathing in the sand, it's time to shift your thoughts to autumn. Fall is just a few days away, and here in the Northeast that means saying goodbye to our swimsuits and hello to sweaters -- and of course, foliage. There's still plenty of time to plan a leaf-peeping trip or, if you prefer, read along and find out when the brilliant autumn colors will come to your area. Our timeline is a general outline of when peak foliage is likely to arrive at your destination. There are many factors that can impact the leaves, such as a sudden drop in temperature or a violent storm that blows the leaves off the trees before they have a chance to fall. Our calendar is based on past leaf-peeping seasons, but you'll want to check with the area's tourism bureau (we've included several useful links at the end of this article) for the most up-to-date foliage reports. We've also included a great drive for every part of the foliage season in the Northeast, from the most northern parts of Maine to southern Pennsylvania. Driving is the most popular way to view fall foliage, so keep in mind that you may hit traffic along popular routes. When you decide to do some leaf-peeping on your own, be sure to check out our guides to renting a car, choosing a B&B and planning a fantastic road trip. Last Week of September Follow the Foliage: Northern parts of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.Great drive: Acadia Harbor and Heights.The tour starts in Bangor and takes you through Ellsworth to picturesque Mount Desert Island. From there you'll head to beautiful Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park, where from the summit on Cadillac Mountain you can be the first to see the sunrise in the Northeast. The lighthouse in Bass Harbor is another highlight of the trip, as are the fishing villages of Deer Island and Stonington. For the complete driving itinerary click here. First Week in October Follow the Foliage: Northern New York, northeastern and central Maine, central and southern Vermont and New Hampshire, northern Pennsylvania and western Massachusetts.Great drive: SoVT (Southern Vermont) Loop Follow Route 7A from Manchester Center, south to South Shaftsbury. From South Shaftsbury take Route 67 to Route 67A in Old Bennington. Continue to Pownal Center via Bennington and South Stream Road (Morgan Street). Drive Route 7 from Pownal Center to Williamstown, Massachusetts. Take Route 2 east to Route 8 north to Searsburg, Vt. From Searsburg, take Route 9 east for a short distance; then, via Somerset Road, an unpaved road, you can take a beautiful side trip to Somerset Reservoir. Retrace your steps to Route 9 and travel west to Bennington. Take Route 7 north from Bennington to Manchester Depot. The drive is 104 miles.Mid OctoberFollow the Foliage: Southern and central coast of Maine, central and eastern Massachusetts, northwestern Connecticut, Catskill Region of New York, central Pennsylvania, northern New Jersey and southern Rhode Island. Great drive: Catskill Mountain RegionVisitors traveling between Catskill and Windham on Route 23 will find Lookout Point, with its five-state view, to be a marvel of natural beauty. Route 23A, as it winds and climbs through the Cats[...]