Susan 2.uh.oh

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Just finished reading another chapter of Search Engine Optimization: An Hour A Day and got some understanding of meta tags and invisible text, but how am I supposed to learn to write it? Is there (of course there is) HTML class? Because it sure seems like optimization is not possible without HTML.
Are there people who do all of this - form and content - for themselves?

As the world turns

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Happy 2010 and welcome to a new chapter of Susan 2.0.

We're learning SEO. It's time. It may not be the missing link, but there doesn't seem to be much forward movement without it.

Of course, in SEO terms, missing links take on a whole new meaning.

So we (Who is we? I'm an I) are reading "Search Engine Optimization: An Hour A Day". The title had appeared in more than one end-of-the-year Top 10 SEO book lists, so I queried Nathan Eide from SMBMSP, who agreed that this was the book for me.

So far so good. Two hours down and according to authors Jennifer Grappone and Gravida Couzin, millions more to go. But an hour a day is manageable. And practical. I'm practicing now, putting lots of links in this blogpost. Here's hoping the robot search engines don't miss these links.

Season's Tweetings

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'Twas soon to be #Christmas
#SMBMSP
And tweeters were tweeting
Like @NicoleDeB
Plus @AlbertMaruggi
@keithprivette @rickmahn
@sborsch @mitchellhislop
And @arikhanson
@MegCanada tweets @MrChristopherL
@bstemmler keeps filming
@stremcha rings a bell
@chrisnulty and @philson
@leeodden @gregswan
@quick13 @bradwellman
The tweets just go on:
@mnheadhunter @ThreeDeep
And @desaraeV
And @amysbryant and @davidtc
@timbursch @donmball
Tweet @myklroventine
Who RT's @Kayloire
And @audiencemachine
This tweeting could go on
'Til 2010
So unhand your handhelds
And #MacBooks and then
Eat #bacon and celebrate all that you can
'Til #SMBMSP happens again.

Mystery solved

And on the 6th day of Hanukkah

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I made this soup.

And the lord saw it and said it was good.

So that turkey lived happily ever after.

It's a bird. It's a plane. It's......

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Making me nervous.

My goose is cooked because my turkey is not. There's an 18 lb turkey in my fridge, the centerpiece of tonight's Hanukkah meal, and I'm scared.

Millions of people have cooked millions of birds and lived to tell the tale. ('tho dead men tell no tales.) Still given my fame as a non-cook, I'm paralyzed as a non-swimmer at the edge of the diving board. How do I know if it's completely defrosted? What do you mean, I have to "tie the legs together with cooking thread"? What's cooking thread? What is the best temperature for roasting? How do I know when it is done? How do I keep it moist? How do I find room in the oven to keep latkes warm?

Oy, the latkes! They're enough of a challenge; I had to try a turkey? What was I thinking? I've already eaten the gelt. I've bitten off more than I can chew.

I'm a fry-baby.

Lest we forget

Paul Krugman reminds us:

Fiscal Respsonsibility = Health Care Reform