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During recent weeks, we have made some changes on the Dew.
Comments - Now when you comment on a story, you’ll find an “Edit” button so you can discreetly fix typos or punctuation. In the next month or so, our comment windows will be upgraded (thanks to some generous donations to the Dew) to include a formatting tool bar and built-in spell check. You might also have noticed that comments now allow nested replies to specific commenters (just click the “Reply” link) and user avatars (automatic if you uploaded a photo when you registered or login using Facebook or Twitter, etc.).
Southern Voices – A new section on the Dew. You’ll find it toward the bottom on the right side of our home page. This section is open to all users and is designed for less formal posts – blogs, opinions, rants and such. Except for being monitored for our “appropriateness” standard, these posts are original and unedited. To learn how to post your stories, click here.
Videos & Recommended Reading – Each day, LikeTheDewers scour the Web looking for interesting videos and stories. We’ve recently added more videos and redesigned the jump pages for videos and our recommended reading. In case you missed something, you’ll find all those added in the last few weeks on the jump pages.
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Ads on the Dew - During recent months, we have experimented with ads, which generate the Dew a small commission when the ads are clicked on and a purchase is made. The ads haven’t been a total failure, but close (we earned less than $100 in 3 months of trying). We’ve learned that Dew readers will click on Amazon ads and make a purchase, but few others. While our Dew Shops are still open (if you are going to buy something on the Web — computers, printing, apparel, travel, books, music, etc. — please visit our Dew Shops, click on a listed advertiser and help out the Dew), we have begun removing most of the advertisers from our pages. We’ve left up a few – mostly green, fair trade, Southern or general merchandise.
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