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diff --git a/media/js/mainmap.js b/media/js/mainmap.js index 8281dfa..8f5e028 100644 --- a/media/js/mainmap.js +++ b/media/js/mainmap.js @@ -627,6 +627,20 @@ function initialize() { //loop through and set up markers/info windows + var marker_begin_the = new google.maps.Marker({ + position: new google.maps.LatLng(30.3804002966, -89.0308105822), + map: map, + shadow: shadow, + icon: image + }); + + var c_begin_the = '<div class="infowin"><h4>Begin the Begin<\/h4><span class="date blok">July 5, 2010 (Gulf Port, Mississippi)<\/span><p><img src="http://images.luxagraf.net/post-thumbnail/2010/gulf_port_beach_tn.jpg" height="100" alt="Begin the Begin" style="float: left; border: #000 10px solid; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 4px; height: 100px;" \/>It\u0027s travel time again. This time I\u0027m driving my 1969 Ford truck out west, to Texas, Colorado, Utah and more\u0026nbsp\u003B\u0026mdash\u003B a road trip around the western United States. The first stop is Gulf Port, Mississippi. It\u0027s hard to believe, sitting here on the deserted beaches of Gulf Shore, watching the sun break through the ominous clouds, but soon this beauty will be gone. The BP oil spill is somewhere out there, blown slowly ashore by the storm hovering over us, waiting to drown the beaches in crude. <a href="/2010/jul/05/begin-the-begin/">Read it »<\/a><\/p><\/div>'; + + google.maps.event.addListener(marker_begin_the, 'click', function() { + openWin(c_begin_the,marker_begin_the); + }); + + var marker_los_angeles = new google.maps.Marker({ position: new google.maps.LatLng(34.0558238743, -118.235882504), map: map, diff --git a/templates/includes/recent_entries.html b/templates/includes/recent_entries.html index 493bcb5..429a7fe 100644 --- a/templates/includes/recent_entries.html +++ b/templates/includes/recent_entries.html @@ -1,6 +1,17 @@ <ul> <li class="col1"> + <h3><a href="/2010/may/17/los-angeles-im-yours/" title="Los Angeles, I'm Yours">Los Angeles, I’m Yours</a></h3> + <p> + <span class="location">Los Angeles, <a href="/writing/united-states/1/" title="travel writing from the United States">California</a></span> + + <time datetime="2010-05-17 15:43:18">05/17/10</time> + <img src="http://images.luxagraf.net/post-thumbnail/2010/launiontickets.jpg" alt="Los Angeles, I'm Yours" class="post-image" /> + </p> + <p class="intro hyphenate">Los Angeles is all about the car. Shiny, air-conditioned comfort, gliding you soundlessly from one place to another without the need to interact with anything in between. But I have discovered that if you abandon the car for the subway and your own two feet, the illusion that L.A. is just a model train set world — tiny, plastic and devoid of any ground beneath the ground — fades and you find yourself, for a time, in a real city.</p> + <span class="button"><a class="permalink" href="/2010/may/17/los-angeles-im-yours/" title="Los Angeles, I'm Yours">More »</a></span> + </li> + <li class="col2"> <h3><a href="/2010/apr/24/death-valley/" title="(There'll Be) Peace in the Valley">(There’ll Be) Peace in the Valley</a></h3> <p> <span class="location">Death Valley, <a href="/writing/united-states/1/" title="travel writing from the United States">California</a></span> @@ -11,7 +22,7 @@ <p class="intro hyphenate">Sometimes you ignore the places close to home because, well, there's always next weekend. Which is why I never made it Death Valley in the twenty-five years I lived in California. It took being all the way across the country to get me out to Death Valley. Which might explain why I actually got up before dawn just to watch the sunrise at Zabriskie Point. </p> <span class="button"><a class="permalink" href="/2010/apr/24/death-valley/" title="(There'll Be) Peace in the Valley">More »</a></span> </li> - <li class="col2"> + <li class="col1"> <h3><a href="/2010/mar/13/so-far-i-have-not-found-science/" title="So Far, I Have Not Found The Science">So Far, I Have Not Found The Science</a></h3> <p> <span class="location">Okefenokee Swamp, <a href="/writing/united-states/1/" title="travel writing from the United States">Georgia</a></span> @@ -22,15 +33,4 @@ <p class="intro hyphenate">A canoe trip through the Okefenokee Swamp down in the southern most corner of Georgia. Paddling the strange reddish and incredibly still waters. Begging alligators, aching muscles and the kindly folks of Stintson's Barbecue all getting their due.</p> <span class="button"><a class="permalink" href="/2010/mar/13/so-far-i-have-not-found-science/" title="So Far, I Have Not Found The Science">More »</a></span> </li> - <li class="col1"> - <h3><a href="/2009/may/03/how-to-get-your-butt-and-travel-world/" title="How to Get Off Your Butt and Travel the World">How to Get Off Your Butt and Travel the World</a></h3> - <p> - <span class="location">Athens, <a href="/writing/united-states/1/" title="travel writing from the United States">Georgia</a></span> - - <time datetime="2009-05-03 18:39:16">05/03/09</time> - <img src="http://images.luxagraf.net/post-thumbs/2010/traveltheworld.jpg" alt="How to Get Off Your Butt and Travel the World" class="post-image" /> - </p> - <p class="intro hyphenate">How do you make the leap from cubicle daydreams to life on to the road? You want to travel the world, but, like me, you have a million excuses stopping you. How do overcome the inertia that keeps you trapped in a life that isn't what you want it to be? Here's a few practical tips and how tos designed to motivate you to get off your butt and travel the world.</p> - <span class="button"><a class="permalink" href="/2009/may/03/how-to-get-your-butt-and-travel-world/" title="How to Get Off Your Butt and Travel the World">More »</a></span> - </li> </ul>
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