I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is Creative Solutions… from the Modern Day Muses.
There are times I think of walking over to a fellow laptop user in a coffee house or other business that serves food and saying, “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to buy something while you’re making use of the table.” I would think that this would be a no brainer, but any number of times I’ve seen people sit for hours and not buy anything.
First, I never sit down without buying at least a large coffee.
Second, I don’t take up prime real estate during a rush period without buying a meal and if I see customers wandering around looking for a seat, I close up the laptop and move on.
Third, I find the smallest table I can and I’ll downsize when a smaller table opens up.
This is one of the reasons I’m pleased that our libraries offer free wifi. If you really need to sit somewhere for five or six hours and work. The library is the perfect solution. Your tax dollars are already paying for the space and no one suffers if you don’t get up.
LT COL Patrick: Some people call them shower shoes. Some people call them flip flops. But everyone calls them mandatory. When you write out your list of items to pack for a deployment there are certain items that you scribble down every time….camera, laptop, Maxim magazines, and shower shoes. The first mistake some folks make with regard to shower shoes is spending only .99 cents for a pair…
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
MEMORIES
A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things, someone was always home.
We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton’s onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker’s book.
Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
We all did things together — even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball — and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.
Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And
when you went to pay for it you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?
The milkman used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed to “present occupant.”
There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.
They didn’t look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style.
One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving, trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,
And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.
Part of being a good citizen of the blogosphere is visiting, reading and, most importantly, taking the time to leave a comment on other’s blogs. It’s all about the conversation. In the interest of setting an example I’ve decided to link to those blog posts that have compelled me to leave a comment.
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0727 Borrowing from Milwaukee
0528 Borrowing from Milwaukee
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
Self-Reliance and Dependency – self-reliance comes from two separate acts: a positive orientation toward goals and a reduction of unnecessary and inhibiting dependency patterns.
I guess that by the time it reached Cleveland, its soul had long since shriveled and turned to dust, but *$s Chairman Howard Schultz’s observation is instructive for any company that has to decide whether or not it wants to grow beyond its roots. When it becomes about the money, it all changes.
And those who argue that its always about the money have long since gone to the devil and joined the lost.
From Slate:
In a Feb. 14 memo to top company managers (see below and on the following page), Schultz lamented the cumulative effect of company decisions associated with expansion. Using more efficient “automatic espresso machines,” he bemoaned, diminished the “romance and theater” of the earlier-era La Marzocco machines (misidentified in the memo as “La Marzocca”).
The faster machines block “the visual sight line the customer previously had … for the intimate experience with the barista.” Stores designed “to gain efficiencies of scale” and to “satisfy the financial side,” Schultz elaborated, “no longer have the soul” nor the “warm feeling of a neighborhood store.”
I suppose that even McDonald’s once made a great hamburger.
Father, mother, we cry, wrinkling,
to our uncomprehending children and grandchildren.
From Parents by William Meredith.
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s shovel full is The interview: Robert Pirsig.
Pray for the Hartzler family. Their youngest has left the church and no
longer believes that Christ died for her sins. She buys clothes at the
mall. Tongue pierced, nose as well. Her shirt shows her belly where a
ring of gold sprouts. We pray she will remember that her Lord’s side
was pierced, that His crown held no gold, only the dried blood of His brow.
From Prayer Requests at a Mennonite Church by Todd Davis.
My dad isn’t the only one who sends me fun stuff via email. A good friend and educational mentor also routinely passes along her share of chuckles — intermixed with not a few requests for veracity on things viral and outragious. Don’t worry, there still plenty of stuff to come From My Dad but occassionally I’ll toss a few of Mona’s finds in as well.
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
“Take only ONE. God is watching.”
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, “Take all you want. God is watching the apples.
It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run.
From February by Margaret Atwood.
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
Money is a form of energy; you must devote as much time learning how to spend it as you devote to learning how to earn it.
My ever-wonderful web sorceress has succeeded in dragging me out of the dark ages and upgrading Have Coffee Will Write to Word Press 2.1.2. There are still a few bugs in the system as I learn how to make it work, but overall I’m very pleased. In particular it works much better with Akismet so I’ve turned comment moderation off.
In dealing with comment spam, however, I’ve been doing a little bit of digging back into Awstats and I’ve noticed something I don’t know quite what to do with.
There are a phantom URLs showing up in my Links From An External Page section that don’t lead anywhere. The URLs are all similar, so I suspect some kind of bad acting going on.
The links are:
http://www.wfoq(dot)com
http://www.srmq(dot)com
http://www.tufq(dot)com
http://www.sujk(dot)com
http://www.rjkw(dot)com
http://www.udxd(dot)com
http://www.ghvx(dot)com
http://www.raxq(dot)com
http://www.udxd(dot)com
http://www.rjkw(dot)com
http://www.ghvx(dot)com and
http://www.uylz(dot)com
If I click on any of the links I get a: SERVER ERROR.
Anybody out there recognize what these are and if I should be doing anything to delete/block/nuke them?
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is Wikipedia Brown And The Case Of The Captured Koala.
Part of being a good citizen of the blogosphere is visiting, reading and, most importantly, taking the time to leave a comment on other’s blogs. It’s all about the conversation. In the interest of setting an example I’ve decided to link to those blog posts that have compelled me to leave a comment.
American Soldier: Most soldiers will tell you that the things they see during the war stay in the war. They experience it and deal with it at a later time. Well that time has come for me. February 27th. Let me take you back to a year ago. An irrelevant city, a nameless street and a small home where a little girl and her mother lived. I never did see the father during my many….
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog alert I present: From My Dad.
One of Andrew Sullivan’s readers schools him on the what the reader calls the real, down-home nature of American conservatism. I don’t agree. I think that this is a natural consequence of any two-party system. The extremes of political thought have to land somewhere. And we have to deal with them.
The reader wrote:
This is the conservative id, broken through the conservative super-ego and run rampant. It’s true there’s some attempt by the super-ego to reassert some kind of control — you detailed several attempts last week, by Gates, Fitzgerald, etc. — but this is the real energy that underlies and animates much of American grassroots conservatism, and always has: a blend of intolerance, machismo, a cultural resentment stemming directly back to the Civil War, anti-intellectual no-nothingness, Christianism — with all its attendant arrogance, anti-democratic self-righteousness and hidden nihilism – and a just plain old blind pig-headedness, which GWB exemplifies in spades. Nary an Edmund Burke or Michael Oakeshott to be seen.
If we accept that what he says is true then we must equally accept that the liberal id consists of the jumble of Communists, Socialists, Anarchists and other sundry revolutionaries.
I’m not prepared to go there.
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
To earn money increase your contribution to society.
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