Thursday, October 21, 2010

3133 Image

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Wow! I've run out of green quotes! I'll start over from the beginning....

A PostSecret - The “cool kids” in high school were not the ones worth knowing.

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I don't remember what brought it up, but I was thinking yesterday about a young man I worked with in the early '80s.

He was a recent college graduate, Jewish, rather naive, very good looking with a great body and amazing thighs, strong features, dark hair and eyes. He was very sweet, but somehow missing something in the head. You'd have to explain things to him three times, three different ways, before he "got it" - even simple jokes. Very literal.

Those were the days when guys always wore suits and ties to work, and he was always impeccably groomed. But - he always showed up in the morning with toothpaste all around his lower lip. One of us older women would have to clean him up.

One day I said to him, "Do you have a mirror in the bathroom? You need to check in the mirror after you brush your teeth, or just before you go out the door."

He said yes, there was a mirror, but he never looked in it. Someone somewhere along the line had told him that looking at one's self in the mirror was a sign of vanity, of a shallow person, so he never looked in mirrors!

Wow. He was absolutely serious.

We explained to him that a quick check isn't vanity, but just making sure everything is presentable.

He married a blind girl.

Sometimes I wonder how he's doing.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

3132 HOTW - Taye Diggs

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"Americans are benevolently ignorant about Canada,
while Canadians are malevolently well informed about the United States."
-- J. Bartlett Brebner --

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Honey of the Week - Taye Diggs. I've featured him before, but not as a HOTW, so here he is with the official label.*




When he's not "under the lights", he wears glasses, which I find even sexier. He's especially pretty in profile, but good profile photos of him are not easy to find.

*(... it's nice to have the "HOTW" title on all the honeys, so I can just do a search at the top of the page, and POW, there they all are, on one page, for my relaxed** perusal.)

**(Ok, not so relaxed.)
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3131 Back and forth, north and south....

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

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I'm north today. Heading south again tomorrow evening.

The brackets holding the exhaust system up on Fred, the van, broke loose Tuesday, in NJ, and the pipe under his middle was hanging an inch from the ground. Because of his dropped floor, there are very few garages that have a lift Fred can climb up on. I know where three places are in NY, but not in NJ, so yesterday morning I got out early to find someplace that could work on him. I ended up at a Chrysler dealership. 3.5 hour wait for parts. $150. He's solid now.

This morning, back in NY, I took him in for brake cleaning, alignment, tie rod check, and paw rotation. 3.5 hour wait. $356. He's healthy now. He'd better be. He's got a lot of work to do.

Monday and Tuesday at the new house I bought, wrestled into the house, and hooked up a mini-refrigerator/freezer, to use until I either move the old refrigerator down or find the perfect new one on sale, bought a small microwave, planted the mailbox, cleaned the porch railings, installed a drop-bar on the sliding glass doors, chiseled the deadbolt slot lower so it would lock, and a few other things. Still haven't managed to wash the floors. That seems lower on the priorities. Meals and security first.

I bought spring tension rods and some cafe curtains for my bedroom and bathroom, so I could wash and dress. I wanted cheap cotton curtains, but apparently cheap curtains don't exist any more.

The mailbox looked so simple, but it took forever! I bought a pound-in post that I could do myself, and I brought down a huge farm mailbox that I'd originally bought for the NY house. I had bought both post and box at various Home Depots.

Poor naive me.

I assumed that the connections between any post and any mailbox would be standardized. The post and brackets had several holes for adjustment, and the mailbox also had several holes. But there was absolutely no way to get any set of four to line up on the post and the box. I finally gave up and took the bracket to a store, and bought a smaller mailbox that did line up.

Sigh.

The mini-fridge and small microwave will eventually go upstairs. Nice for tea in the bathtub and yogurt in bed.

One thing I've learned - do not attempt to head south late Sunday afternoon. The 2.5 hour trip took me 4 hours last Sunday. I actually got up to 45 mph ONCE on the Thruway.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

3130 RSA Animation

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those
who got there first.

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Don't know how I missed them 'til now, but I just discovered the animated (sorta) RSA (Royal Society of Art) presentations.

There are lots of them on YouTube. They run 10 to 12 minutes each, and are well worth the time. Bookmark this post and watch these two when you have a chance.

"Changing Education Paradigms"

[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDZFcDGpL4U
]

"The surprising truth about what motivates us"

[
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6XAPnuFjJc&NR=1
]

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

3129 Woman of La Mancha

Saturday, October 16, 2010

"The man who lets himself be bored is even more contemptible than the bore."
-- Samuel Butler --

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I'd never read Don Quixote de la Mancha or seen the 1972 movie Man of La Mancha, but the movie is on TV right now. I accidentally found it a half hour in, and I'm sort of watching it between doing everything else. It stars Peter O'Toole and Sophia Loren.

I absolutely love La Loren! I don't know whether she's a decent actress or not (she has won many best actress awards, so I guess so), and don't care. I've always thought, since the first time I saw her in the late '50s, that she was possibly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

She has such a strong face. Strong nose. Strong jaw line. Strong chin. So different from the soft pudding pots considered beautiful today. That lower lip was full long before filler injections existed.
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Friday, October 15, 2010

3128 Chilean mine rescue

Thursday, October 15, 2010

Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who don't.

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Boston.com has photos from the mine rescue. Most of them we've seen on TV, but there is one photo from a camera on the top of the capsule, looking up the tube. I wish they had more photos showing what it was like in that tunnel.

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Since this is my diary, I'm going to start noting where I am when I post, NJ or NY. It may be important at tax time, since I now have two "primary residences". I don't think two is allowed.

NJ Wednesday and Thursday nights.

NY tonight.
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3127 I'm in the house

Friday, October 15, 2010

He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

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I'm writing this from the new house. It'll be quick, because I have to get back up the river before Jasper chews his way into the pantry.

The builder's lawyer finally came up with the total I needed for the cashier's check at 10:30 am on Wednesday. I had to leave by 11 am to go to my bank, get the check, and make it down here for closing, with no time to spare. That means there was no time for a final walkthrough, which made me very unhappy.

The closing went ok on Wednesday, except that the builder absolutely refused to do anything about the poor grading on the north side of the yard. My lawn is a foot higher than the neighbor's lawn, butted against a wire fence which the builder folks apparently thought would serve as a retaining wall. Soil is, of course, already washing through the fence onto the neighbor's flower bed. Regrading would require another county/township inspection, and he refuses. Oh, well. To be addressed between me and the neighbor sometime later.

I stayed here Wednesday night and last night. Wednesday night the heat didn't go on. The fan blew, but it was blowing cold air. It got down to 57 degrees by morning. I do not do cold well! A call to the builder Thursday morning produced his furnace man, who found that the gas valve at the furnaces hadn't been opened. (I did have hot water and stove....)

I vacuumed, mopped, did some other puttering around. Shopped for necessities, including a washer and dryer. I discovered that what I thought was spackle dust on the living room floor is actually a very fine paint spray, that scrubbing with a scrubby sponge won't remove. A very nice clerk in Home Depot said "Goof Off" would do it, and we even tested it on store samples of my flooring to verify that it wouldn't remove the finish. So that's the next job.

I was right to wait until I spent a day here before choosing paint colors. The pale mauve I liked for the living room is beautiful in the morning, but gets depressing in the afternoon. A light peach worked better. I have chips stuck to the walls everywhere, have pretty much settled on all the downstairs chips, and two upstairs.

I need to get the mailbox planted, and the lawn mowed. Maybe Monday.

Back upriver now.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

3126 HOTW - Isaiah Mustafa

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

"There are only two races, the decent and the indecent."
-- Viktor Frankl --

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Honey of the Week - Isaiah Mustafa, a.k.a. The Old Spice Guy. The commercials just won an Emmy. I love his voice, and his tongue-in-cheek delivery.





See also my earlier post at http://thesilkentouch.blogspot.com/2010/07/3025-want-want-gimme.html

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P.S. It is now 9 am. I have to leave here by 11 am to make it to the house closing. I STILL have no idea how much the cashier's check should be. And the lawyer expects me to pay him?
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

3125 Facebook and Me

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

"It is not hard to succeed professionally.
What is hard is to succeed with your integrity intact."
-- Dennis Prager --

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I mentioned a while ago that I was banned from Facebook.

I had built a profile way back when it was still sort of newish, and put a few photos out there, and then discovered that in posting the photos, I shared the copyright with Facebook, and they could do anything they wanted with my photos. So I deleted them, and then found out that deleting them meant only that other users couldn't see them, but that Facebook retained them. So I attempted to delete the entire profile, and found out that Facebook still retained the info.

I got pissed. I insisted that Facebook delete everything I had ever put out there. They said ok, but then didn't. So I threatened to sue. Then I discovered that in Canada a class action suit had been filed, practically the same day I made my threat, over pretty much the same issue.

Facebook's response was ok, done, all your info is deleted. I don't know if it was or not, but one thing that did happen was that when I attempted to go to Facebook later to visit someone else's profile, or attempted to create a new clean profile for myself with no photos or personal information, I got an error message saying that I was not allowed, that I was not qualified.

They knew it was me, were able to recognize my name, my address, my email address, and my laptop - I tried various combinations of fakes. I guess they weren't happy about the thought of another lawsuit, and I was banned.

I figured out that they had planted cookies on my computer, and had retained my other identifying information, and that's how they knew it was me. I deleted the cookies, created another email id, and set up a Facebook profile under an assumed name. (Ya gotta have one these days, because there are online businesses whose only website is on Facebook.)

That was at least two years ago. Turns out they still don't delete stuff. See this article: http://www.switched.com/2010/10/12/deleted-facebook-photos-arent-really-deleted/

They can identify people they don't like by planting cookies and remembering names and email addresses, but they don't know how to delete things?

It's amusing that they claim it's the nature of the beast - that it's like how when you delete a file on your hard drive the data is actually still there. Yes, that's true. When you delete from your hard drive, the file is still there, all that happens is that the pointer in the directory is zeroed out, so you can't find it by disk, folder, and filename, but if you have the actual hardware cylinder, track, and record number (or whatever the equivalent is in today's storage scheme), you can still access it, unless and until that segment of the disk, which is free space, is reused by another file. If you want to absolutely delete something, you have to specifically overwrite the disk space occupied by the file, using the hardware location, and the average user does not have that capability. But that's not what's going on here.

The difference is that with the hard disk example, once deleted you need the hardware location to get to it - the disk id, folder name, and file name won't find it because they don't exist any more in the directory. Facebook is trying to pretend that knowing the URL is the same as knowing the hardware address.

It isn't. The URL *is* analogous to and uses the directory entry! So they have made NO attempt to delete the photo even by such simple means as deleting the directory entry and freeing up the disk space. They simply deleted profile links to it.

THAT IS NOT DELETION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They still retain easy access to it for themselves.
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3124 Moving Along

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Definition: Treppenwitz - "the wit of the stairway," used to describe
brilliant comebacks one thinks of only long after
the moment for saying them has passed.

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Sunday I attended Becs' party in a riverside park in NJ. Of the blogger bunch, The Queen was there, and Reality Check Woman, and Becs, of course, and me. Daughter and Hercules also showed up, and a bunch of Becs' friends, relatives, and coworkers. A good time was had by all, and there was so much food that no dish, no matter how good, was more than 1/4 eaten. Amazing. Becs is going to be living on cheese, cake, and crudites for a month!

I scarfed the following photo from The Queen's blog. I'm sure she won't mind, but I couldn't resist because it may be the best photo of me in the past umpteen years. I won't tell you who is who, but one is me, one is Becs, one is The Queen, and one is Hercules. (Sheesh - my nose is BIG! The Queen and Becs have such little buttons on elfin faces. But it's still a durn good photo. The Queen directed that the photo be taken from high, so we were all looking up. It works! (Please don't tell me it doesn't look like me.))

Sunday evening I met with The Man, and Monday I signed the papers for homeowner's insurance on the new house. Today my lawyer finally told me what time the closing is tomorrow, but he still doesn't have the numbers for the check I have to bring. I also made a bunch of calls and got the gas, water, sewer, garbage, and electric service started in my name (as of tomorrow).

I have a rolled-up futon in the van, and intend to sleep in the new house tomorrow night.

The driveway does look a bit odd, but I asked for a double-wide driveway because a) I right now have three vehicles, and b) the street is narrow, and I don't want to ask guests to park on the street. Between the garage and the driveway, I can safely accommodate five cars.

If you click on the house photo you might notice that the rightmost piece of porch railing isn't straight - the uprights aren't parallel to the tall posts. That will be mentioned at closing tomorrow, along with a few other things.
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Saturday, October 09, 2010

3123 Bullying

Saturday, October 9, 2010

"Americans are benevolently ignorant about Canada,
while Canadians are malevolently well informed about the United States."
-- J. Bartlett Brebner --

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There was a discussion of bullying on the radio today. All of the participants said that they had suffered some degree of bullying in school. One said that schools are trying to address it, but are having difficulty defining bullying. Is it physical only? Does it include mental and emotional? In person or online, too?

I have no difficulty defining bullying. It is any action whatsoever, in any shape, form, or forum, taken with the sole purpose of hurting another person, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or socially.

(Of course there are things that must be done that result in hurt to another, like firing an employee or breaking up with a lover, but that's not bullying because there's a larger purpose. The hurt is not the primary motive, it's an incidental byproduct.)

I never experienced bullying in school. I don't know why. Maybe I went to school in an innocent time? Maybe the schools I attended, and there were many, from the deep south to the far north, were populated by nicer people? It certainly wasn't because I was one of the popular kids, although I wasn't invisible, either. Maybe I was too dense to recognize it or too numb to suffer from it? If there was ever any bullying, it came from the occasional teacher who was threatened by my questions.

I think Daughter did experience bullying. She complained of nasty kids on the school bus. I figured that if I attempted to do anything about it, that would make it worse. I do still feel guilty about that.

I don't understand at all why people bully others. I really truly don't. You get the response that "they feel inadequate and picking on weaker kids makes them feel more powerful", but that sounds too simple and doesn't really explain it. Why do they feel inadequate? Even people who feel themselves inadequate can have compassion, can't they?

The stupid kids pick on the smart ones. The poorer kids pick on the better-off ones. The fashionable kids pick on the less with-it kids. The good looking kids pick on the less beautiful ones. Some of those kids seem to have the attitude that other kids who aren't just like them don't deserve to breathe. Where does this attitude come from?

I think it starts in the home. It's not just what they are taught or not taught, but also what they have seen and heard from the day they were born.

I think we've got some nasty parents out there. Gossiping. Competition. Nasty talk. Hate. Intolerance. The kids who see, hear, sense that every day will be deeply influenced by it. If we are ever to cure bullying, we have to start with the parents.

....The current political climate isn't helping.
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3122 Cats and Bats

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The wise person knows whose words carry weight and whose words are weights to carry.

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This is a cute cat-think post:
http://heresluck.dreamwidth.org/310847.html
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Thursday, October 07, 2010

3121 The Mensa Disease #2, and Insurance Woes

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to
learn from the experience of others,
are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
-- Douglas Adams --

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Back in the spring of 2008 I wrote a post about The Mensa Disease, my view. I still get a few search hits on it. You know, I think people looking for "the Mensa disease" actually want information on Asperger's Syndrome. Try searching for that, folks.

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I was supposed to go out for dinner this evening, but had to cancel because of a crisis involving insurance on the new house. Surprise, surprise - almost no New Jersey insurer will cover a house within one mile of tidal water. The new house is a block from Raritan Bay.

I hoped I could use the same insurer as Daughter and Hercules, but their policy has special eligibility requirements - you have to have worked for the state of New Jersey, or for one of the insurance co-op's subscribing companies. I'm not eligible.

I spent much of the afternoon on the phone talking to agents, all of whom said goodbye when they found out where the house is. I finally found a guy who was able to get me a quote. He said it would be very expensive because I'd need a special risk policy. After he plugged in all the info, he said it would be slightly less than $1,000, with a company called Coastal Agents Alliance. Never heard of them. Found their website, but can't find ratings on them. They were formed especially to insure coastal properties.

I'll stop in his office tomorrow and sign whatever I need to.

I didn't ask whether that quote was for six months or a year. If it's a year, it's LESS than I'm paying now for insurance on this house, which is 2 miles from the nearest river, and several hundred feet above it. If it's for six months, it's $600 a year more than I'm paying now.

This is all getting very stressful.

I'm to meet with the builder tomorrow for the pre-closing walkthrough. I am very very VERY unhappy with the quality of the finish work on the house. Frankly, a lot of it looks worse than amateur. I have a lot of issues, and I'm not very good at diplomacy. Unless he commits in writing to fixing certain things, I may have to invoke the 3-week notice clause in the contract, and delay closing until the lawyers hammer it out.
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3120 Disability and resentment

Thursday, October 7, 2010

A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.
-- Groucho Marx --

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Becs commented on my Clint Eastwood post #3117 - "...the big kerfuffle about making his Carmel hotel accessible to people in wheelchairs. His reply to the request was something along the lines of 'Why don't they all just die like they're supposed to?'".

I feel like I have to respond to that. His attitude has been misrepresented, probably to sell Mary Johnson's book, Make Them Go Away; Clint Eastwood, Christopher Reeve, and the Case Against Disability Rights. The title of the book is purposely inflammatory, and makes it sound like the sentiment comes from Eastwood and Reeve. It doesn't.

You can read the first few pages of the book at http://www.amazon.com/Make-Them-Away-Christopher-Disability/dp/097211890X#reader_097211890X. Eastwood comes across a lot better than the book title would imply, making it seem unlikely that he actually expressed a "die" sentiment. His argument was not against disability rights, but against the lawyers that file discrimination cases against small businesses without warning. Most of these cases are settled out of court, paying off the lawyer. They amount to extortion. Note that in those cases, the disabled person, under the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act), cannot win any award - only the lawyers get paid if they win! (Note also that Eastwood's hotel had installed handicap restrooms before the ADA.)

Eastwood's actual comment was that the lawyers drive away from the lawsuit in Mercedes, and the disabled person drives off in a wheelchair.

Eastwood decided to fight the lawsuit because he can afford to, where most small businesses cannot and are forced to pay inflated "legal fees" in the face of the threat of fabulously expensive litigation. He also took his campaign to Washington, NOT to overturn the ADA, of which he approves, but to make changes in the law to stop legal extortion on the basis of the ADA and create fairness.

(BTW - the lawsuit itself had problems. There is some question that the woman had ever actually been to the hotel. There is some suspicion that the lawyer conceived of the suit, and went shopping for a client. Kinda like most class action suits - where the lawyers decide to bring a suit, advertise for clients, collect a gazillion dollars in an out-of-court settlement, and the clients get $2 each.)

So if Eastwood wished death on anyone, it was probably the lawyers, not the handicapped.

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Heard on the radio yesterday: New Jersey has decided to allow medical marijuana, BUT will allow only two producers, and only four dispensaries in the entire state. In other words, yeah, you can get it, but we're going to make it next to impossible to do so.

The people on the radio show seemed to think that New Jersey wanted to avoid the problems in California, where you can go to a storefront "doctor", who will diagnose glaucoma and give you a prescription, for a price. Their conclusion is that it's the abusers who make it difficult for the people who really need it, and that the state should strengthen regulation of the prescriptions, and relax the distribution.

Yeah, I agree.

And I think it's the same with those blue cards you hang from the windshield mirror that allows you to park in handicap spaces. Those need to be better regulated.

I'm especially sensitive to that because when Jay was in a wheelchair, I needed a van-accessible space to get the ramp down, and too many times, drivers who didn't need those spaces were in them.

Piper and I went somewhere a few months ago, and when we parked, he pulled into a handicap space, and pulled one of those cards out of the glove compartment and casually hung it on the mirror. I totally freaked. I shouted, "No! Don't you dare!" He's not disabled, spends time on the treadmill every day. I made him take it down and move. I told him I'd walk home before I'd get back in the car if he didn't take it down. He said he had it from his heart surgery - which I know was more than seven years ago, probably more like ten. Sheesh. When Jay died, I threw the card away. I had never used it when he wasn't in the van.

There was another incident a few weeks ago. A group of us went on a hike. One of the women in the car I was in is very heavy. When we arrived at the park, she told the driver to park in a handicap space, and hung the blue card on the mirror. I didn't object, because, well, she's huge, maybe breathing problems, maybe knee problems. I assumed she would not be going on the full hike. And then, having parked in a handicap space, she walked the full trail, probably almost three miles. Turns out the card was from her knee surgery, a few years ago.

I consider that abuse! It's been bothering me ever since. It pisses me off. I wish I had said something.

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There's nothing wrong with accommodation, or with laws that provide accommodation, but it's the abuse of laws that makes people resent that accommodation.
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3119 Do radio talk show people have no friends?

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
-- Lao Tzu --

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This article made me laugh - http://healthland.time.com/2010/10/06/how-to-lose-facebook-friends-the-fastest/. It says a study from the University of Colorado, Denver, has found that people "unfriend" others on Facebook for:

Harping/ranting about the same things over and over
Talking about politics
Talking about religion
Vulgarity
Racism

What cracked me up was their observation that these are the same things that will get you a radio show.
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Wednesday, October 06, 2010

3118 Wow!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it.
-- Frank Howard Clark --

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I've had over 100 hits today on post number 3116, a few from people searching for the problem statement, but most from Europe, Asia, Australia, and South Africa coming in on a link from some forum. I wasn't able to go to the forum to find out what they're saying about my poor post, it requires approved registration and login. No one is leaving comments, and that's frustrating. I'd love to know what they find so fascinating.

Weird.

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I loaded a rolled-up queen-sized futon mattress and 10 plastic storage containers filled with silk saris and too-big clothes that I intend to sell into Fred yesterday, and I'm heading down to the storage facility today.

The Man asked how many of these moving stuff down trips I expect to make, and I answered, "Two or three million."

I'm already feeling overwhelmed, but I am very pleased that so far, my back is behaving well.
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3117 HOTW - Clint Eastwood

Wednesday, October 5, 2010

"Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as real strength."
-- Ralph W. Sockman or Saint Francis de Sales, take your pick --

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Today's Honey of the Week is another older man who seems to have gotten sexier with age. I'd never much cared for the younger Clint Eastwood. There was something too tight and dismissive about him. No connection in the eyes. No way in.

The older Clint has become softer, more accessible. Rent or borrow 2008's "Gran Torino", and you'll see what I mean.



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Tuesday, October 05, 2010

3116 Wrong

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women
to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something
acceptable to have dinner with.
-- Dave Barry --

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This is from Fail Blog, and my head is still reeling. Fail Blog posts are usually funny (mostly in a Juvenal Three Stooges way), but this one is more frightening than funny.

The test question is, "It took Marie 10 minutes to saw a board into 2 pieces. If she works just as fast, how long will it take her to saw another board into three pieces?"

The student answered 20 minutes. The teacher (I assume it was the teacher, if it were anyone else they would have been working from the teacher's answer key, anyway) red-penciled it wrong, explaining that if 2 pieces take 10 minutes, then 3 pieces take 15, and 4 take 20 minutes.

Sigh.

This reminds me of when my youngest sister was in high school in Florida (pre-internet days) and I was living in Gettysburg, Pa. She sent me a desperate letter asking for battlefield postcards. Her history teacher was teaching them that Gettysburg was in Virginia. Little sister told her that Gettysburg was in Pennsylvania, and that maybe she meant Fredericksburg, Virginia, where there was also a battle. The teacher got angry at her, refused to believe her, insisted that THE Gettysburg is in Virginia. "Maybe there's a Gettysburg in Pennsylvania, but that's not where the turning point was, and the "Four score..." speech. That was in Virginia."

Little sister didn't know what to do about the Civil War unit test.

Ok, sometimes teachers can be wrong. They're human, too. I just get crazy when they refuse to admit the possibility that they may be wrong.

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Later --- Within minutes of hitting "publish" for this post, I had almost a dozen search hits, people looking for Marie and her saw. Sheesh. I hope people weren't looking for the correct answer!

[For any confused souls out there, the correct answer is 20 minutes. One CUT takes 10 minutes, so two CUTS will take 20 minutes. The number of resulting pieces isn't what takes the time, it's the cutting that takes the time, and she makes two cuts at 10 minutes each to produce three pieces. Ok?]

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Oct. 6 - Wow! Somebody has apparently linked to this post in some forum, and I'm getting a bazillion hits from there. I can't see what was said in the forum, because it requires registration, so if any visitors would like to tell me in a comment (anonymous or a made-up name is fine, and Blogger doesn't give me access to the email address) why this post is so fascinating, why people are visiting, what they're saying in the forum, I'd appreciate it very much. Thank you for any info.
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Monday, October 04, 2010

3115 Progress!

Monday, October 4, 2010

Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that
a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.
-- Dave Barry --

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This weekend it occurred to me that I was going to need a storage unit near the new house, because without a basement.... And if I had a storage unit now, I could start moving stuff down. So I looked up storage facilities in the area, and today I went down and looked at some.

The closest to the house doesn't have 10x10s inside, and since I'll be storing mostly fabric, I'd worry about humidity and mildew. The next closest, about 12 minutes away, has a nice clean 10x10 unit inside on the second floor, with heat and A/C, and inside loading/unloading bays, so I rented it. I'll move the first load of stuff down on Wednesday.

Then when I got home, I found an email from my lawyer, Mr. L.

In its entirety, and exactly as written by his secretary:
Subject: CLOSING DATE

PLEASE MARK YOUR CALENDAR ACCORDINGLY, OCT. 13, 2010

THANK YOU.

ELLIE FOR MR. L[xxxxxxx]
Duh. I suppose I'll find out where, what time, and what checks I have to bring, in what amounts, made out to whom, sometime in the next week, eh?

I assume.
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Sunday, October 03, 2010

3114 Lack of brainwashing can be bad, too.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold
two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time,
and still retain the ability to function."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald --

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I just got a Google search hit from someone in England searching for "older woman who likr to sniff other womans panties"[sic]. Sheesh! That's worse than getting hits for toe porn!

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There was a liberal gathering in Washington yesterday. Conservatives are snorting because it was smaller than Glenn Beck's gathering a few weeks ago.

Well, hey! We heard about Beck's do for weeks beforehand. I hadn't heard or read one peep about yesterday's gathering until it was over. What the hey? Why the silence?

My tin hat is tingling again.

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Everyone by now has heard about the suicide of the Rutgers student after his roommate broadcast his assignation on the internet. We've heard a lot about the victim, but very little about the roommate. Campus vigils are being held for the victim, but there's no word about (other than charges against) the camera boy. How are other students treating him?

As to the causes and cautions, there's a lot of talk about internet abuses of privacy, and how kids don't understand privacy issues, and how somehow it's the fault of the rapid expansion of internet socializing.

I don't see it that way, especially after thinking about the mind control stuff from the last post. Simply not understanding about privacy issues results in things like a kid putting an embarrassing photo that they think is funny on Facebook, without realizing that once there, it can be copied and circulated forever, even if they later delete it.

There is a larger problem in this case, and that seems to be a total lack of ethics, empathy, compassion, and caring. It's not just not understanding what you shouldn't put on the net - it's also understanding WHY some things just aren't appropriate. What goes on in the FLDS is active brainwashing. What that kid at Rutgers suffered from is passive brainwashing. Somewhere along the line, he was given NO ethical education, NO empathetic sensitivity training, NO lessons in compassion. It's just missing.

I'm seeing a lot of that, everywhere in the youth, and not just the youth. Take a look at power structures, including corporations and Congress. As the FLDS children learn their roles from their parents, so our youth learn their morals from our society.

That scares me.
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3113 Mind control

Sunday, October 3, 2010

A person who is nice to you but rude to a waiter is not a nice person.
(This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)
-- Dave Barry --

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The green quote above is very true. The current object of my affections is not only polite to all service people, but downright friendly. The previous guy was unnecessarily, and it turns out prophetically, nasty.

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TV is on in the background. PBS. Discussion of a report on mammogram effectiveness for various age groups. I just heard a statement that strikes me as stupid. The expert said that treatment for stage 1 and 2 breast cancer has become so effective that early detection is no longer a goal.

Wait, what?

I translate that as, "We do such a good job with stage 1 and 2, let's wait until it's stage 3 before we bother trying to detect it."

There's something very wrong with that conclusion. I did not misunderstand. It was so startling when I heard it that I turned and paid attention. Please tell me I'm wrong.

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I just finished reading Escape, by Caroline Jessop, who was one of the several wives of Merril Jessop, a leader of the polygamous Fundamental LDS sect. She escaped the sect with her eight children, and wrote of her life in the cult.

I figure one has to take some of what she says with some salt. It's her view, her experiences, from her viewpoint, and is probably colored by her own emotions - just like blog posts and all personal stories. As one learns in mediation training, you might get three different and conflicting versions of a story, but each version is absolutely true to the teller. It is often our own prejudices that lead us to believe one story over another. (Keep that in mind next time you're inclined to believe some juicy bit of gossip. What you believe says more about you than about the subject of the gossip.)

However, I absolutely believed the background of her story, the beliefs that lead to the control of the people in the sect. I don't know enough about mainstream LDS to know how much the FLDS beliefs differ, beyond the polygamy thing, but the degree of isolation, brain-washing, and mind control in the FLDS was amazing. That things were accepted as "right" with no thought or question was amazing to me.

Men in the after life become gods. They are given a kingdom in Heaven. A woman gets to Heaven only by being taken there by her husband. If he chooses not to take her, she will go to eternal torment in Hell. So she must please him at all times or suffer the consequences.

A woman is assigned as wife to a man. She has no choice. Who she is assigned to is determined by the Prophet, from a revelation from God, so who is she to question it? She can be taken from him and assigned to another man on the whim of, oops, on "revelation" to, the Prophet. She is a commodity.

The duty of a woman is to obey her husband, to be in "harmony" with him without question, and to have babies. She has no right to refuse her husband anything. What others might consider submission to rape is merely expected of her.

When there are multiple wives in this situation (and of course there always are), and the husband has absolute control over a wife's fate in this life and in the afterlife, competition and jealousy is inevitable. The favorites are assured. A wife at the bottom of the totem pole is in danger, both in this life and the next. Women higher up on the pole could not only punish her, but her children, so she needed to please them, too. (I have seen in my own family what can happen when there's competition to be the favorite to escape punishment or curry favor. To escape my father's violence, my siblings would gleefully throw each other under my father's fists. If he's beating up on someone else, he's not beating up on them.)

The women had cars, but the cars had no plates, so if they left the community, the police would stop them, and they'd be returned to their husbands. Inside the community, the police were members of the sect, so there was no point in a wife reporting beatings of herself or the children. But it wouldn't occur to them to report anything anyway. That's the way things were supposed to be. A woman who so much as questioned her husband was seen as being "in rebellion", not being "in harmony", and she deserved punishment and correction which it was her husband's duty to provide. If it didn't suit a husband to believe anything a wife told him, truth or not, she would be punished for telling lies. A sick child or a difficult birth is God's punishment and proof that she is out of harmony.

Teenage boys may be kicked out, totally unprepared for the outside world, when women got scarce. Very young women were "assigned" as the tenth, twentieth, or thirtieth wife of very old men.

I've used the past tense here, but it's not past. It's now. Remember a few years ago, when a polygamous sect was raided by the Texas CPS? The women with the 40s hairstyles, and pastel pioneer dresses, and soft high voices that insisted everything was just wonderful? That's the group. The husband of Carolyn, the author of the book, is now the (disputable) leader of that group.

It strikes me that the women are nothing more than slaves, property, and brood mares. Some people might read the book and think, "Well, it's their own fault. *I*'d never stand for that! Seems like if a man mistreated 10 wives, he'd be likely to wake up dead some morning."

That's where the mind control, brainwashing, indoctrination comes in. Girl children are taught from birth that the ONLY way to Heaven is through the approval of their husbands or fathers. The only alternative is eternal Hell. Children are taught that the outside world is filled with sin, that everyone is infected by the devil, that there will be a time of war between themselves and the sin-filled world, but if they are faithful, God will save them. That all the outside world hates them, the righteous, and wants to destroy them. Periodic CPS raids only reinforce this.

I read the book filled with anger and despair. CPS takes the children, and then returns them because they want to go back, because they are deathly afraid of the evil outside, cannot trust anyone. The devil can be very sneaky. The women say everything is just fine, because they don't know any better, and to say otherwise risks the lives of themselves and their children in this life, and their own salvation later.

Now, is this a religion? I don't know what the technical definition of religion is. How does a religion differ from a system of philosophy, ethics, morality? It's not the existence of a god. There are generally recognized religions, particularly eastern religions, without gods.

It seems to me that many if not most religions have been perverted by men, for the purpose of acquisition of personal power, and the subjugation and control of others. (Of course, dear reader, I'm not referring to your particular choice of belief. Yours is fine. So no blasts, please.) I think Jesus would take one look at what passes for religion these days, and kick them all out.
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Saturday, October 02, 2010

3112 Walkway

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age,
gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background,
is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.
-- Dave Barry --

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Today I joined combined members of the Mid-Hudson and the NYC Mensa groups on a walk across the Hudson River on the "Walkway Over the Hudson".

The walkway is an hundred-year-old railroad trestle, that had been abandoned for many years. Back in the late '90s a group of citizens decided to try to turn it into a pedestrian bridge. I was a member of the original start-up group, sold fund raising T-shirts at various fairs for two or three years. I had to cease my involvement when Jay got sick.

The project limped along because the founder of the group wanted to do it without any tax money, state grants, anything that would bind the group, but the maintenance costs were just too high. He was overruled and eventually ousted as the group got larger. Now the bridge is a state park. It opened last year, and today was the first-year celebration.

The bridge is something like 220 feet above the river. Go here for photos of scenes on and from the bridge - scroll down halfway for a slide show. It's about 1.25 miles across, almost 3 miles round trip from the parking lot to a picnic area across the river and back. That's the city of Poughkeepsie (p'KIP-see) in the background in the photos.

I was a bit frustrated because, if you check the photos at the link above, that very wide railing on the top of the guardrail was exactly at eye level for me. I had to scooch and peer between the railings to see anything. Annoying as it was, the big round railing has a purpose: when the wind blows, and it always blows, it enters the tubes at the gaps, and the bridge "sings". That was kind of neat.

After the walk, a smaller subset of us went out for dinner.
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Friday, October 01, 2010

3111 Disturbing News

Friday, October 1, 2010

The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. -- Dave Barry -- --------------------------------------------------------------

I've had cat food on the shopping list for the past two weeks. Jasper needs a food that keeps his urine acidic. He'll eat the canned food from the vet, but he won't touch the dry from the vet or from the special pet store. All he'll touch is dry from the grocery store, and only two of those brands will do.

But every time I've gone to the village family owned IGA grocery store in the past two weeks, the cat food shelves have been almost empty. The only foods acceptable to Jasper aren't there. I've been forced to go to the hated big store mentioned in the previous post.

Yesterday, I asked the cashier at the small store why several of the shelves (pet food, coffee, cheese, bottled water, a few others) look like they haven't been restocked in at least two weeks. She said, "Well, it's like everywhere else, I guess. When the trucks come, the orders are big, and they just haven't been able to pay for the full delivery, so they get nothing."

Yikes!

The village people have been faithful to the small store. Many of us still won't shop at the big one because we're still mad at them. In the small store, you don't have to walk a half a mile just to pick up milk. The checkout registers are well manned - there's never more than one person ahead of you. The aisles always have shoppers. I don't know what's wrong, but it's worrying me.

Even though I am moving away....
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3110 The Road to Hell

Thursday, September 30, 2010

You should not confuse your career with your life.
-- Dave Barry --

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Becs has a recent post about how this country seems to be going to Hell in a handbasket, with examples. I agree with her for many of the same reasons, and at the risk of joining the tin hat crowd, I think a lot of it is carefully orchestrated - a conspiracy. I've already mentioned what I think is wrong with education - that children are being discouraged from developing anything resembling critical thinking, and are being trained to become worker sheep. An easily managed herd. Critical thinkers ask questions about what they are told to believe. Sheep do not. Sheep are very easy to control.

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I paid my school taxes yesterday. The bill says that the state contributes $14+ million to the district, and we taxpayers contribute $27+ million. That's a total of over $41 million a year. This district has one high school, one middle school, and one elementary school. The high school has a hair over 700 students. I couldn't find a total number of students in all three schools, but let's be generous and assume it's about 2500. That's $16,400 per kid. I don't know whether that's high or not, but it's a lot lower than New Jersey.

The local high school brags that 80% of their graduates go on to 2- or 4-year colleges, which doesn't really mean a lot, because I know from my mediation days that young folks gaming county services know that as long as they're "in school", they get money. I knew 24-year-old never-married mothers with three kids from three different fathers who had been enrolled at the county community college for six years, with no certificate in sight. And no plans to actually get one.

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Becs worries about loss of privacy. Yeah, I've seen it, too. I had a CVS card which I assumed was the same as the old check cashing cards (remember them? They were just a "we know you are ok" cards), and then I discovered that they were keeping track of everything I bought. You have to use the card to get discounts on various products, but the cashier has a "store card" that she'll use if she likes you. Lately I have refused to use my card.

If privacy worries you, check out this story from Switched: http://www.switched.com/2010/10/01/some-android-quietly-sending-gps-coordinates-to-advertisers/. Your android phone is sending information about your location to who knows whom. For money. Which you don't even get a cut of. Betcha didn't know about that one.

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Becs complains that people don't go to city council meetings. Yeah. There's no point.

The last time(s) I went to a town meeting, it was about the planned new mega-grocery store. Citizens were concerned about a whole bunch of wasted opportunities, traffic issues, and a historical house the builder planned to raze.

The meetings were huge, loud, and passionate. In the end, the council absolutely assured the citizens' groups that the new store would be connected with the old mini-mall with paths, the historic house would be saved, and the entrance would be through the old mall and NOT off the main street (creating a traffic-jamming intersection where another road met the main road). They absolutely promised that this would be the town's contractual demands before giving approval, and there was no overriding reason for the town to back down, so no, no referendum would be necessary.

Town council approvals were given almost immediately, and the store was built.

It is not connected with the old mini-mall, not even with a footpath. The entrance is not only not through the old mall, but is smack dab at the intersection as the citizens' groups feared, requiring a traffic light, which meant the speed limit had to be lowered. The historic house was not razed, but the land was sold to the grocery store people, and the house has not been maintained, and is now falling down. There are a few 2x4s propping up the porch, but that hasn't prevented the roof springing leaks.

I guess they figure that if 1,000 people in a sleepy rural town show up to object, there's still 2,000 who didn't, so therefore 2/3 of the people "approve". So, verbally appease the loudmouths, and then do what you want. After all, they know best, right?

So yeah. Why bother. Of course that entire council was voted out at the next election, but nothing has changed.

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"They" say that travel is broadening, and that much of the problem with Americans is that so few of them have any experience beyond their own borders, and if more Americans visited other countries, maybe they wouldn't be so arrogant, insular, and ... well ... conservative.

Nah. Not from what I've seen of Americans in other countries. They're too thick to learn anything. Most are loud, arrogant, and uninterested in other cultures. Anything they aren't familiar with is "bad", "wrong", or "stupid". Regardless of whether it works or makes sense.

Or maybe realizing that requires critical thinking....

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I get angry at politicians who want to kill the health care bill, and "let the free market regulate health care". Um, doesn't that translate as "let the insurance and pharmaceutical companies determine what care you can get, who can get it, and how much you pay for it"? Their purpose is to make money, not to provide health care, and it's not like they would get competition from start-up mom-and-pop insurance companies who could figure out how to do it cheaper, as in a real free market. Their only competition in a REAL "free and fair" market would BE the government!

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I am not as angry or upset as Becs, partly because of my life situation, but also because I'm sure we've gone through these cycles before. Past generations saw deterioration. Man, imagine what the 50-60 year olds thought of the beatniks, or the hippies, or various past administrations or legislatures that seemed determined to plow us under. But somehow the wheels continue to turn, things get righted, and we swing another direction.

Somehow it always works out.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

3109 HOTW - Jimmy Smits

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Never lick a steak knife.
-- Dave Barry --

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Today's Honey of the Week is Jimmy Smits. Need I explain?




The Company manager I'd mentioned a few times in the past as The Guns of Navarone looks a lot like him. Tall Dark & Handsome #2 from the local gas station looks a little like a thinner Jimmy Smits who's been through a rough life.
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3108 Thinking about it

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

All that we are is a result of what we have thought.
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The above quote is very deep. I thought about it a long time. It's not what has happened to you in your life, not what people may have done to or for you, not your experiences that make you what you are, it really is what you thought about it all, and how you continue to think about it. That's what makes you who and what you are.

You can't change the experience, but if it's a problem for you, you can change how you think about it.

For example, for more than half of my life, I was damaged by the viciousness and violence of my father, and the lack of care from my mother. I thought his anger and her complicity were somehow my fault, that if I were "better" somehow, that would fix it. I felt responsible for everything.

It wasn't until I realized that my parents, especially my father, were flat-out SICK, that I was able to see myself as I actually am - an intelligent, useful, nice person.

I'm ok. My father was sick. His view of me, of all of us, was warped, and he had no right to impose it on us, but it was his sickness that made him do it.

Simply changing how I thought about it made all the difference in the world. Now instead of anger toward him I feel sympathy. It must have sucked to be him.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

3107 Happy Laptop

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
-- Dave Barry --

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On Sunday I had a phone conversation with a high school classmate of Daughter who now has a computer service business local to me. He helped me get Firefox back up off its knees. It doesn't look like I have a virus after all. It looks like all the problems were from the "cleaning" done by Office Depot two weeks ago. They removed the virus, but that crippled everywhere the virus had inserted itself. I had to uninstall and reinstall several things, including all my firewalls, sniffers, virus scanners, and other friendly guardians.

He also helped me change a few settings to speed things up, and make it safer. The system really is faster now, a LOT faster, even IPLing, but there's no browser history, no remembering of ids or passwords. I never allowed the browser to store passwords for sensitive sites anyway, but Bloglines? Google Reader? Blogger Dashboard? Who cares about those passwords? So now I have to log in for all that stuff the first time I use them after every shutdown, and I'm famous for not only not remembering passwords - I can't remember my ids! And with no browsing history, when it's a site bookmarks don't work very well for, I have to remember the full URL of the site. Ick.

Oh, well. It's fast, clean, and safe now, and I guess eventually I'll get used to not depending on the system to remember things for me.
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Monday, September 27, 2010

3106 The Landlord

Monday, September 27, 2010

If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved and never will achieve its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
-- Dave Barry --

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Judge shows are on TV here all afternoon, background noise and time markers for my day. I happened to catch a piece of one as I wandered through the kitchen a few minutes ago, a tenant/landlord dispute over tossed-out belongings. It reminded me of a situation I had in Gettysburg, in about '66 or '67.

I don't know why I'm still bothered by what happened. Maybe because I didn't object to it at the time, and that bothers me, and I'd like to go back and kick a little ass now, but the landlord is long dead.

I had decided to move. There had been a fire in the apartment building, and the walls were covered in smoke and firemen's handprints. Plus, the landlord's daughter had tried to kill me once already, and still hated me, and she worked in the landlord's store downstairs, and I was afraid she had access to a key to my apartment.

I found a new place, brand new and fully furnished, owned by a friend who offered me the first two months rent-free. I started to move bits and pieces into the new apartment, but I didn't say anything to the old landlord, because I needed to give him one month's notice, and I knew it might take me two or three months to decide whether the new place would work out or not (I was suspicious about that two months free part). Since I wasn't paying rent on the new place, but was still paying rent on the old place, I figured I could take my time, two month's worth, anyway. By the end of the first month, I had moved out most of my clothing, but had left almost everything else I owned at the old place.

At the beginning of the second month of transition, when I was mostly living in the new place, I went to the landlord to pay the rent for the next month on the old place and give him a month's notice that I would be moving out a month hence. Before I could give him notice, he refused to take my check and asked for the key. He said, "I heard you'd moved out."

I found out that:
  • He had been showing the apartment without my knowledge for the past two weeks - strangers traipsing through my things.
  • He had already rented it to someone else.
  • The new tenant had already moved in!
  • They had thrown out everything I had left in the apartment.
I lost photographs, letters, pots and pans, cleaning supplies, towels and bed linens, luggage, off-season clothing, snow tires for my car (before all-weather radials you had to put snow tires on for the winter), financial records and receipts, all the stuff I hadn't immediately needed at the new place.

I tucked my tail between my legs and retreated.

I wish I had sued, I wish I hadn't allowed myself to be taken advantage of like that, and I'm not over it yet.
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3105 An Adorable Robot!

Monday, September 27, 2010

"It is not bigotry to be certain we are right; but it is bigotry to be unable to imagine
how we might possibly have gone wrong."
-- G. K. Chesterton --

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This http://robotzeitgeist.com/2010/09/gimme-robot-begs-for-change.html is an adorable robot. Awwwwwww.... Poor little thing.
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3104 Questions

Monday, September 27, 2010

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.”
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After paper was invented, how long did it take to invent paper airplanes? Is that why airplanes are called air planes? They're not really planes. Is it because paper airplanes, made from planes of paper, came first?

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Folks in the pre-electric pre-gaslight days are always shown heavily dressed. But cooking fires and even candlelight will heat a room. So what were summer evenings like indoors? Did the people roast, or was the climate much cooler then?

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I've seen many uniforms from the Civil War in museums in Gettysburg. They are tiny! I weighed 104 pounds when I lived in Gettysburg, and the uniforms looked too small for even me. Also, they were heavy wool. I can't imagine marching and fighting in the summer in heavy wool. I asked, and the guides said yes, the men were much smaller then, and yes, we were in a minor ice age then. It was colder.

But I keep hearing that many of the founding fathers were over 6 feet tall. Of course, they were the wealthier people, too. So were most people smaller than today because they were underfed?

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In movies and TV shows, when someone is shot or stabbed, they die neatly and quickly. Bam, down, done.

It really doesn't happen that way. If you stab someone in the torso, even if you hit the heart, they're going to be able to move for a while. It takes a long time to die from trauma. Even when the head is cut off, the head is alive for like five minutes.

What difference would it make to the story line if the truth were shown? Would it matter to murderers if they knew how difficult and messy it really is to kill someone? You know how in horror movies the scariest part is when the protagonist "kills" the villain, but he/she/it keeps coming back at them? That's what it's really like.

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There are lots of ways to decide who to vote for. You can do the research and vote for whomever you think will do what needs to be done, but that's work, and how many people are willing to do the research? I think we know the answer to that one.

You can vote a straight party line, if you think the party will do what's best for you. Again, it's work to decide whether the party will really represent you, or just themselves, and I suspect very few people really understand the issues.

You can vote for whomever you are told to vote for by people who you think did do the research. But how many people research those people? (There's a vicious smear campaign going on here by a group that spreads lies and simplistic half-truths and describes itself as a seniors' group. It turns out they are funded by the pharmaceutical industry.)

You can protest smear campaigns by voting against whomever had the nastiest dirtiest ads.

Me? I watch the signs put up along the roads before the primaries (registered as independent, I can't vote in party primaries) and then in November I vote against the people whose signs are still up a week after the primaries.

(Not really, but it does have an influence.... I figure anyone who doesn't take their signs down is more concerned about themselves than about us.)

I wonder how most people decide.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010

3103 Omnipotence confirmed

Sunday, September 26, 2010

“A picture is worth 1000 words -- but only those to describe the picture. Hardly any sets of 1000 words can be adequately described with pictures.”
-- Alan Perlis --

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I've been selling off stock over the past four months in a miserable market to pay for the new house.

Yesterday on the financial news, I heard that the market has been in an upward swing for the past four weeks, with healthy and steady gains over the past two weeks.

Of course. I sold the last batch of stock about 10 days ago.

Wouldn't you know. Exactly as I predicted. You're welcome. Any improvement in the economy can be directly attributed to me.

On the other hand, the housing market is still falling. The new house is worth less now than when I signed the contract. By the time we go to closing, the value will be at least $40,000 less than what I have contracted to pay. (I didn't realize it would take this long to finish the darn thing, or I'd have had a renegotiation or delay penalty built into the contract.) The county will use the inflated sales price as the appraisal value for taxes.

We can expect that the housing market won't start back up again until the county decides to reappraise houses.

I am omnipotent. I negatively control everything!
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Saturday, September 25, 2010

3102 Shopping

Saturday, September 25, 2010

“If truth is meaningless and facts are irrelevant, then logic
doesn't stand a chance in hell.”
-- Wisco --
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Where I buy clothes, in order of frequency:
  1. Coldwater Creek online outlet, when I have coupons, and even then only items with at least 60% off. I like CC because the sizing is pretty consistent, and with so much experience with their styles, I know what will work on me.
  2. Various local tiny resale, consignment, and overstock stores. There's one in the village that has gorgeous stuff for pennies. She buys stuff at yard sales, and she must be the best bargainer ever, because she has new-with-tags name-brand clothing for 5 to 10% of the original price.
  3. Walmart, for T-shirts.
  4. Burlington Coat Factory. Every once in a while I find something really nice there.

Where I buy jewelry, in order of frequency:
  1. Local estate auctions.
  2. Yard sales, flea markets, and craft shows.
  3. Local tiny resale, consignment, and overstock stores.
  4. eBay.
Where I buy furniture, in order of frequency:
  1. Local estate auctions.
  2. Yard sales and flea markets.
  3. Antiques shows.
  4. eBay.

Where I buy everything else:
  • If the grocery store and the drug store don't have it, I probably don't need it.

Friday, September 24, 2010

3101 Oddities

Friday, September 24, 2010

Justice Louis Brandeis often mentioned the impression made on him by a man who wrote: “I regret that I cannot comply with your request. So that you may know that my refusal is final, I give no reasons.”
-- Dean Acheson --

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Yesterday in the grocery store I saw a new product - sweet potatoes wrapped in a tight plastic skin, "for microwaving". They cost 50% more than the equivalent sweet potatoes unwrapped.

Duh? I microwave sweet potatoes all the time. You just turn them a few times.

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I see a lot of bedrooms "done" by professional decorators, and in most of them, they put the head of the bed at a window. Maybe they think it makes a focal point, or the curtains extend the headboard.

For at least half the country, though, that's a very bad idea. I don't care how good the seal is, and how good the storm windows, in the winter you WILL get a cold draft off the window.

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The last decorator show I watched addressed the problem of decorating a bedroom for a 13-year-old girl without making it too feminine. The situation is that the older brother was going to college. He'd had a very large bedroom. The girl's room was very small. The brother said she could have his room while he was away, but when he was home on breaks or holidays, he wanted the room back. This arrangement was fine with the parents.

Um, I don't understand. Wouldn't it make more sense that she inherit the room now, and when he comes back for his short visits, HE gets the smaller room? It's not like he had a lot of furniture or a huge bed. Is he already planning to move back in after he graduates?

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Be careful about buying something fancy or expensive, like a car or house. Suddenly everyone will think you can pick up the check. Sheesh. The big purchase makes it even more unlikely that you can throw money around. You already thew everything you had down a hole, but they really don't "get it".
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3100 Puppy, again

Friday, September 24, 2010



“The error of youth is to believe that intelligence is a substitute for
experience, while the error of age is to believe experience is a substitute for intelligence.”
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A while ago I wrote about Puppy, the bestest smartest doggie I'd ever known. Today there was a post at I Can Have Cheezburger that reminded me of something else she used to do.

Although she was smart, and a good doggie, she was, after all a pup, left alone with Smokey the cat for long periods. And like all pups, she was fascinated by interesting odors, and she went through puppy teething.

I'd sometimes come home to find a pair of chewed panties in the middle of the living room floor. Or a chewed bra. Or shoe. Or the stuffing from a stuffed animal or throw pillow scattered around the house. Or the garbage all over the kitchen floor. When you have a puppy, these things happen.

And on top of each chewed item, each fluff of stuffing, each pile of garbage, I'd find a dried-up old cat turd scarfed from the litterbox.

When I got home, Puppy'd meet me at the door all subdued, forehead wrinkled, glance at me, glance at the mess, and I could almost hear her thinking, "Is she going to fall for it? Or am I in trouble?"

I'd groan at the destruction, then laugh at the prominent cat turd, and Puppy would then be all smiles and happy wiggles. "Yes! Yes! It worked! She thinks the cat did it!"

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P.S. I built a bootable disk last night, and attempted to boot from the disk and restore from the external hard drive. It didn't work. I need to find someone who can help me.
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Thursday, September 23, 2010

3099 Surgery planned for the laptop.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Definition, ad hominem: Appealing to one's prejudices, emotions, or other personal considerations rather than to intellect or reason.

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I've still got some kind of problem on the laptop. I'm going to try to restore from backup. It may or may not work. If nobody hears from me for a while, I'm probably ok, but the laptop may be sick.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

3098 HOTW - James Garner

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

“A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.”
-- William James --

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Honey of the Week - James Garner

This is weird. I couldn't find one online photo of him that did it for me, and he really hasn't aged well. I think the photos are lacking in effect because it was less his appearance that caught my attention, and more his easy, comfortable, and relaxed yet powerful masculinity.

A far as his aging goes, that's pretty much proof that with some if not most men, appearance has little to do with attraction for me, appearance is just a storefront that pulls me in, because I've seen him in occasional TV shows and movies over the past seven years, and even in age, in action he still does it for me. Even just his voice will do it. Still pictures just plain don't.

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3097 Repeating an old post

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

“You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your own soul's doing.”
-- Marie Stopes --

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This is from Saturday, January 10, 2009. I'm repeating it because I like it.

Possible or Impossible?

Arthur C. Clarke's three laws of impossibility:

* "When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong."
* "The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible."
* "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."

(Interesting short discussion of three levels of impossibility here.)

Physics and science aside, even we common folks have to be careful when evaluating what's possible and what's impossible.

Judge Judy often decides that since a reasonable person (she herself) would not do what the witness claims was done, the witness must therefore be lying, because what he or she claimed was impossible. And she does shout the actual word "impossible".

My father and Project Blue Book decided that since there was a possible, reasonable, terrestrial explanation for what a witness had seen, that must therefore have been what the witness saw, and therefore there is and has been no such thing as extraterrestrial visitation. It's impossible.

Houdini set out to prove that seers and seances were bunk, and he did so by replicating seance events by non-supernatural means, and concluded that because he could do the same thing, all seance events must therefore have been faked. Impossible.

The fallacy of course is in concluding that just because there's a reasonable explanation, just because the event could have happened in a reasonable way, then it must therefore have happened that way. That's not valid.

I'm not saying all Judy's witnesses are truthful, or that little gray men are flying around teasing us, or that ghosts come on command to shake tables. That's not a valid conclusion, either.

I'm just saying that just because there is a possible reasonable explanation for something that seems impossible does not mean that it IS the only explanation. It could be, but it doesn't inherently contain the proof that it is. Simply making sense doesn't make something true. It's relatively easy to prove something is possible. It's very difficult to prove something is impossible.

I'm tempted to go so far as to say that it's impossible to prove something is impossible, but that's where we have to bring the science and physics back in (keeping in mind that they don't know everything, and they've made some wrong calls, too).

Now, with "improbable", there we have some wiggle room.

3096 Neuro Test

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Meaghan: The essence of dismay - editing the text of a Ruth Bader Ginsburg presentation, transcribed by a law student, and running across several references to "Roby Wade."

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There's a commercial for the Kindle wherein the young woman says it was $139, "I paid more than that for these sunglasses".

Now, why would anyone want to take purchasing advice from someone who pays more than $139 for sunglasses?

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The following is an interesting test. I really didn't think I'd be able to find the letters, but I did immediately with no effort, as if they were in a different color or something. (Not sure what that has to do with Alzheimer's, though.) And the spelling paragraph amazed me, because I have so much difficulty with LOLspeak that I never even attempt to read the comments on the LOLcats website (I Can Has Cheezburger). I read this one out loud with no hesitation or having to "figure it out".

Test 1:

1- Find the C below. Please do not use any cursor help.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO

2- If you already found the C, now find the 6 below.

9999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999
9999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999
9999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999
6999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999
9999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999
9999999999999999999 9999999999999999 999999999999

3 - Now find the N below. It's a little more difficult.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMNMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM

This is NOT a joke. If you were able to pass these 3 tests, you can
cancel your annual visit to your neurologist. Your brain is great and
you're far from having a close relationship with Alzheimer.

Congratulations!

Test 2:

This is weird, but interesting!

Can you raed this? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in what oerdr the ltteres in a
word are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is that the frsit and last ltteer be
in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed
it whotuit a pboerlm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the word as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I
awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

3095 Bits

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Definition: bissextile - of or pertaining to the leap year or the extra day in the leap year.

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Household Hint - Save the disposable wooden/bamboo chopsticks from Asian restaurants. They're useful for lighting candles and incense and whatever in deep holders.

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Conundrum:
A donkey at an Algerian market ate the money of the man who came to buy him. The buyer and seller bargained too long, and neither noticed that the donkey was eating the stack of banknotes set to the side. The unfortunate buyer and the seller wonder who the animal now belongs to. Neither the city court nor the district court was able to make a ruling that would satisfy both parties, so the case was passed on to the Algerian Supreme Court.

This case happened in late 2007, and for three years I've been occasionally Googling "Algerian donkey ate money" trying to find out what the final disposition was. Nothing found since the original article.

I think it's interesting that the courts tried to find a ruling that would "satisfy both parties". You won't find that consideration around here! Calling Uncle Solomon....

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Another online bookstore - new and used books, buying and selling, http://www.powells.com/.
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3094 Overlays of race on cities

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

“Diet and exercise simulate the lifestyle of the poor in 1890.”
-- Scott Meyers --

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Fascinating 2000 census data on race overlaid on maps of 95 US cities, mapped and provided by Eric Fischer - "Red is White, Blue is Black, Green is Asian, Orange is Hispanic, Gray is Other, and each dot is 25 people".

http://www.flickr.com/photos/walkingsf/sets/72157624812674967/detail/

You do have to go to Eric's photostream so you can get the details and read the comments. If you click on a map you'll get the larger version, and often overlay comments added by viewers.
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