Well almost.
It's just shy of 9:00 pm, three hours away from the dawn of 2016.
Side note - We're twelve hours ahead of the folks in Sacramento.
I very rarely stay up to greet the new year. Sleep is a commodity that I greatly value, so missing it to watch others get wild and crazy seems a little silly.
Anyway, that's just me.
Here're my biggest hopes for 2016. Resolutions seem to fall by the wayside, so I'm calling these hopes instead.
I hope to . . .
Remember to be thankful for something/someone every single day.
Remember to be grateful for big things, but also be quick to appreciate the little things.
Remember to find the good in every situation.
Remember that no one, absolutely no one, wants to be around a sour puss.
Remember to find the joy that is all around us.
Remember to bloom where I'm planted.
Remember to thank God, even when things don't turn out the way I expected, knowing that all things work together for my good.
Remember to be grateful for my family and friends, not taking anyone for granted, but appreciating all the goodness they bring to my life.
Remember to send good things out into the world - thoughts, kindness, generosity - knowing that you reap what you sow.
And my hope for you . . .
Is that 2016 will be the beginning of the best years of your life.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Badass Sistas
I hope this video works, but if it doesn't, you can find it at the link below -
http://media.salon.com/2015/12/2015Women.Asha_.12_29_2015.mp4
Aretha Franklin (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman
Side note - This song, along with many other R&B hits, was playing in the hotel restaurant the day I arrived in Amsterdam. With rare exception, I've heard soul music all over the world. It's reach is amazing.
I'm a Proud Lefty
From The Left Handers Club -
1. The advantages of being left-handed
We often end up complaining about the frustrations of being left-handed, but there are plenty of advantages as well. Here is a list that has been reported in various places recently – we have done features on most of these items before but it is nice to put them all in one place. It would be great to make this list longer as well! If you can think of any other advantages of being left-handed and, ideally, can provide some sort of research results or reporting to back it up, please add a comment below and we will expand the list.Use this link to see the full list with explanations and links
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 About 10% of the world’s population are left-handed and it seems that left-handedness runs in families, with the handedness of the mother being an important factor. So what are the chances of having a left-handed child? We have reviewed all the research and statistics on this and done some calculations of our own and this is how it looks (the chance of a left handed child for each birth):
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Being left handed is an advantage in many sportsTuesday, December 29, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
A Really Good Gumshoe
An excerpt from The New York Times -
Gary L. Alford was running on adrenaline when he arrived for work on a Monday in June 2013, at the Drug Enforcement Administration office in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. A tax investigator, he had spent much of the weekend in the living room of his New Jersey townhouse, scrolling through arcane chat rooms and old blog posts, reading on well after his fiancée had gone to sleep.
The work had given Mr. Alford what he believed was the answer to a mystery that had confounded investigators for nearly two years: the identity of the mastermind behind the online drug bazaar known as Silk Road — a criminal known only by his screen name, Dread Pirate Roberts.
When Mr. Alford showed up for work that Monday, he had a real name and a location. He assumed the news would be greeted with excitement. Instead, he says, he got the brushoff.
He recalls asking the prosecutor on the case, out of frustration, “What about what I said is not compelling?”
Mr. Alford, a young special agent with the Internal Revenue Serviceassigned to work with the D.E.A., isn’t the first person to feel unappreciated at the office. In his case, though, the information he had was the crucial to solving one of the most vexing criminal cases of the last few years. While Silk Road by mid-2013 had grown into a juggernaut, selling $300,000 in heroin and other illegal goods each day, federal agents hadn’t been able to figure out the most basic detail: the identity of the person running the site.
Continue at the link below.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/27/business/dealbook/the-unsung-tax-agent-who-put-a-face-on-the-silk-road.html?ribbon-ad-idx=8&rref=homepage&module=Ribbon&version=origin®ion=Header&action=click&contentCollection=Home%20Page&pgtype=article
The Tax Sleuth Who Took Down a Drug Lord
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| Gary Alford, a special agent with the I.R.S., pored over old blog posts and chat room logs that led, eventually, to Dread Pirate Roberts. Cole Wilson for The New York Times |
Gary L. Alford was running on adrenaline when he arrived for work on a Monday in June 2013, at the Drug Enforcement Administration office in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. A tax investigator, he had spent much of the weekend in the living room of his New Jersey townhouse, scrolling through arcane chat rooms and old blog posts, reading on well after his fiancée had gone to sleep.
The work had given Mr. Alford what he believed was the answer to a mystery that had confounded investigators for nearly two years: the identity of the mastermind behind the online drug bazaar known as Silk Road — a criminal known only by his screen name, Dread Pirate Roberts.
When Mr. Alford showed up for work that Monday, he had a real name and a location. He assumed the news would be greeted with excitement. Instead, he says, he got the brushoff.
He recalls asking the prosecutor on the case, out of frustration, “What about what I said is not compelling?”
Mr. Alford, a young special agent with the Internal Revenue Serviceassigned to work with the D.E.A., isn’t the first person to feel unappreciated at the office. In his case, though, the information he had was the crucial to solving one of the most vexing criminal cases of the last few years. While Silk Road by mid-2013 had grown into a juggernaut, selling $300,000 in heroin and other illegal goods each day, federal agents hadn’t been able to figure out the most basic detail: the identity of the person running the site.
Continue at the link below.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/27/business/dealbook/the-unsung-tax-agent-who-put-a-face-on-the-silk-road.html?ribbon-ad-idx=8&rref=homepage&module=Ribbon&version=origin®ion=Header&action=click&contentCollection=Home%20Page&pgtype=article
Meet the 26-Year-Old Hacker Who Built a Self-Driving Car... in His Garage
From Bloomberg Business -
http://www.bloomberg.com/features/2015-george-hotz-self-driving-car/
http://www.bloomberg.com/features/2015-george-hotz-self-driving-car/
Final Thoughts on Amsterdam
Amsterdam is what every city should strive to be - new and inviting, with old world charm.
It's a city designed to walk and stroll and bike, to really enjoy.
There are all kinds of folks here - ethnicities galore. It truly is one of the most diverse cities I've visited. There are plenty of people who looked like me.
The natives are friendly, in a hands-off kind of way.
Marijuana is legal and freely smoked on the streets in the sidewalk cafes. The gift shops offer paraphernalia of every imaginable kind. There is a wide assortment of edibles, too. Cookies. Brownies. Fudge. Lollipops. Yum yum.
Of course, I was curious and asked about it. I was told by a merchant that marijuana is legal for personal use, but illegal to sell or to transport out of the country.
So, two big no no's in the US - prostitution and marijuana - are par for the course here. No big deal, at all.
That tidbit might be all the nudge some of you need to book your next vacation.
Whether that is your cup of tea or not, Amsterdam offer this and so much more.
If you're looking for fun, clean or otherwise, this is the place to be.
It's a city designed to walk and stroll and bike, to really enjoy.
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| Dam Square - Many of the European cities have these wide open spaces surrounded by great buildings and monuments. My hotel was across the street from this area. |
There are all kinds of folks here - ethnicities galore. It truly is one of the most diverse cities I've visited. There are plenty of people who looked like me.
The natives are friendly, in a hands-off kind of way.
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| This is the Royal Palace, a truly magnificent structure. It is located in Dam Square. |
Marijuana is legal and freely smoked on the streets in the sidewalk cafes. The gift shops offer paraphernalia of every imaginable kind. There is a wide assortment of edibles, too. Cookies. Brownies. Fudge. Lollipops. Yum yum.
Of course, I was curious and asked about it. I was told by a merchant that marijuana is legal for personal use, but illegal to sell or to transport out of the country.
So, two big no no's in the US - prostitution and marijuana - are par for the course here. No big deal, at all.
That tidbit might be all the nudge some of you need to book your next vacation.
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| This is the National Monument and the wax museum below are also in Dam Square. |
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| Madame Tussaud |
Whether that is your cup of tea or not, Amsterdam offer this and so much more.
If you're looking for fun, clean or otherwise, this is the place to be.
The House of One in Berlin
http://magazine.good.is/articles/church-synagogue-mosque-house-of-one-berlin
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Anne Frank's House
The museum opens at 9:00 each day, and after seeing the long lines the previous day, I made sure to get there early. Even arriving a half hour before opening, there were at least 100 people in line ahead of me.
I was bundled up for the weather though, and didn't mind the wait.
The house is located on a narrow street that overlooks one of the many canals. I didn't take a picture of it because I would have had to cross over on the other side of the canal to get a shot.
It is very nondescript. It looks very much like all of the other homes/buildings in the area. A small sign at the entryway is the only clue to the history it holds.
I had not purchased a ticket online, and just took my chances that I would be able to purchase one at the door.
Thankfully, I could.
The street level of the house has been converted into a museum foyer, with all of the necessary trappings to accommodate the number of visitors each day.
It is a self-guided tour, which is nice. You can go at your own pace.
Although there were many people, it was totally quiet.
A very somber scene.
There are videos throughout, explaining what was happening at the time, and the only voices heard.
The house is four stories, with incredibly steep stairs. Access to this area was through an entryway disguised as a bookcase. When moved, it reveals a secret passageway upstairs.
There were eight folks hidden away here for over two years.
They were betrayed by someone, and their whereabouts noted and they were arrested and sent to the concentration camps. Of these eight people in hiding (Anne, her older sister, mother and father plus four others) only her father survived the Holocaust.
When you think about the atrocities leveled against these folks and millions others, it's hard to imagine that degree of loathing and hatred. And yet, this place is living proof of that, and of the resiliency of the people to survive.
I was bundled up for the weather though, and didn't mind the wait.
The house is located on a narrow street that overlooks one of the many canals. I didn't take a picture of it because I would have had to cross over on the other side of the canal to get a shot.
It is very nondescript. It looks very much like all of the other homes/buildings in the area. A small sign at the entryway is the only clue to the history it holds.
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| A view of the house from across the canal. It is the one with the grey panels behind the tree in the middle of the picture. Photo found online. |
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| Here's another photo found online. Everything from the right corner to there the bikes are is the museum. What you can't see is the vast number of people waiting in line to get in. |
I had not purchased a ticket online, and just took my chances that I would be able to purchase one at the door.
Thankfully, I could.
The street level of the house has been converted into a museum foyer, with all of the necessary trappings to accommodate the number of visitors each day.
It is a self-guided tour, which is nice. You can go at your own pace.
Although there were many people, it was totally quiet.
A very somber scene.
There are videos throughout, explaining what was happening at the time, and the only voices heard.
The house is four stories, with incredibly steep stairs. Access to this area was through an entryway disguised as a bookcase. When moved, it reveals a secret passageway upstairs.
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| This is a diagram of the house, also found online. |
There were eight folks hidden away here for over two years.
They were betrayed by someone, and their whereabouts noted and they were arrested and sent to the concentration camps. Of these eight people in hiding (Anne, her older sister, mother and father plus four others) only her father survived the Holocaust.
When you think about the atrocities leveled against these folks and millions others, it's hard to imagine that degree of loathing and hatred. And yet, this place is living proof of that, and of the resiliency of the people to survive.
The Kindness of Strangers
As the other passengers and I heard the boarding call for our departing flight out of Abu Dhabi the other day, as usual, we were separated by economy and business class lines as we were ushered forward.
I noticed a couple, first sitting and waiting like the rest of us, then again when they stood in the business class line.
The guy was black, I'm guessing about 35 or so. He had on those big imposing headphones, listening to music I suppose. The woman was white. She looked older, fiddling with her phone.
While waiting, a young man in a wheelchair was wheeled forwarded, pushed by an airport porter. He was traveling alone.
Immediately, this young black became aware of the man in the wheelchair, and kept a close eye on him.
Interestingly, the buildings here are not wheelchair friendly, at all. Public transportation either.
This flight required us to board a bus, and be taken to the tarmac across the airport, to board our plane.
There was no way to get this wheelchair-bound man on the bus easily. Although a thin man, it took three guys to lift him in his wheelchair onto the bus, as there was not an automatic lift.
The black guy and his lady friend were already on the bus, but he immediately came forward to help when he saw what was happening. He doted over the man, making sure his feet were properly positioned and that he was ok and comfortable.
He helped to guide him off the bus when we reached the plane.
All of the other passengers, including me, emptied the bus and climbed the 20-plus steps to enter the plane from the tarmac.
When I reached the top of the stairs and looked back, I saw the black guy had lifted the wheelchair man out of the chair. He proceeded to carry him up all of those steps, brought him into the plane, sat him down and settled him in. His lady friend carried his bag for him. She then disappeared into the business class section of the plane. The man, however, arranged it with the flight attendant, changed his seat, and sat down next to the wheelchair man for the remainder of the flight.
Now this man had a business class ticket that would have been way more comfortable for him, as he was a big guy, but he gave it up to sit by the man through the flight, making sure he was OK.
You would think the wheelchair man would have been grateful for the help, but I didn't hear a whisper of thanks, or a motion of gratitude, which I thought was odd, tacky even.
But then, I thought about it some more, and realized that this young man was probably embarrassed that he needed help. But the man helping him was undeterred by all the attention. He continued to be his guardian angel.
It was an incredible case of kindness on display.
The consideration this guy showed the wheelchair man was extraordinary. It's like he'd done this before. He wasn't intimated by the chair or what it meant. He didn't care what others around him thought. He was all about action. Helping this man in any way he could.
This was a powerful gesture - one of overwhelming concern - for his fellow man.
I was reminded of Ben's accident.
The six months or so that Ben was wheelchair-bound was a tough time, but it was a time of learning and growing, too.
Mostly, it was clear that folks in wheelchairs are so often invisible. In Ben's case, they chose to look away, and not acknowledge his presence. I'm sure these events were typical of others in the same predicament.
It is because of this experience with Ben, that I'm so much more conscious of people in wheelchairs and the logistical things that entails when they're trying to get around, like uneven payment and curbs.
This young man's actions warmed my heart.
May his unselfish act, be an example for us to follow.
As we celebrate this Christmas Season, may we all have the will and the wherewithal to reach out and help those in need, not for show, or expecting anything in return, but simply because it's the right thing to do.
I noticed a couple, first sitting and waiting like the rest of us, then again when they stood in the business class line.
The guy was black, I'm guessing about 35 or so. He had on those big imposing headphones, listening to music I suppose. The woman was white. She looked older, fiddling with her phone.
While waiting, a young man in a wheelchair was wheeled forwarded, pushed by an airport porter. He was traveling alone.
Immediately, this young black became aware of the man in the wheelchair, and kept a close eye on him.
Interestingly, the buildings here are not wheelchair friendly, at all. Public transportation either.
This flight required us to board a bus, and be taken to the tarmac across the airport, to board our plane.
There was no way to get this wheelchair-bound man on the bus easily. Although a thin man, it took three guys to lift him in his wheelchair onto the bus, as there was not an automatic lift.
The black guy and his lady friend were already on the bus, but he immediately came forward to help when he saw what was happening. He doted over the man, making sure his feet were properly positioned and that he was ok and comfortable.
He helped to guide him off the bus when we reached the plane.
All of the other passengers, including me, emptied the bus and climbed the 20-plus steps to enter the plane from the tarmac.
When I reached the top of the stairs and looked back, I saw the black guy had lifted the wheelchair man out of the chair. He proceeded to carry him up all of those steps, brought him into the plane, sat him down and settled him in. His lady friend carried his bag for him. She then disappeared into the business class section of the plane. The man, however, arranged it with the flight attendant, changed his seat, and sat down next to the wheelchair man for the remainder of the flight.
Now this man had a business class ticket that would have been way more comfortable for him, as he was a big guy, but he gave it up to sit by the man through the flight, making sure he was OK.
You would think the wheelchair man would have been grateful for the help, but I didn't hear a whisper of thanks, or a motion of gratitude, which I thought was odd, tacky even.
But then, I thought about it some more, and realized that this young man was probably embarrassed that he needed help. But the man helping him was undeterred by all the attention. He continued to be his guardian angel.
It was an incredible case of kindness on display.
The consideration this guy showed the wheelchair man was extraordinary. It's like he'd done this before. He wasn't intimated by the chair or what it meant. He didn't care what others around him thought. He was all about action. Helping this man in any way he could.
This was a powerful gesture - one of overwhelming concern - for his fellow man.
I was reminded of Ben's accident.
The six months or so that Ben was wheelchair-bound was a tough time, but it was a time of learning and growing, too.
Mostly, it was clear that folks in wheelchairs are so often invisible. In Ben's case, they chose to look away, and not acknowledge his presence. I'm sure these events were typical of others in the same predicament.
It is because of this experience with Ben, that I'm so much more conscious of people in wheelchairs and the logistical things that entails when they're trying to get around, like uneven payment and curbs.
This young man's actions warmed my heart.
May his unselfish act, be an example for us to follow.
As we celebrate this Christmas Season, may we all have the will and the wherewithal to reach out and help those in need, not for show, or expecting anything in return, but simply because it's the right thing to do.
This coat changes into a sleeping bag. And changes lives.
As seen on The Grommet -
https://www.thegrommet.com/the-empowerment-plan?utm_campaign=20151224&utm_content=27902&utm_medium=email&utm_source=CC&trk_msg=PN295E1SDLAKF1GGS4G795OUH8&trk_contact=6PJ17299EJ5SLGM27119G0AQ7K
https://www.thegrommet.com/the-empowerment-plan?utm_campaign=20151224&utm_content=27902&utm_medium=email&utm_source=CC&trk_msg=PN295E1SDLAKF1GGS4G795OUH8&trk_contact=6PJ17299EJ5SLGM27119G0AQ7K
Merry Christmas!
Here's wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a spectacular New Year!
May 2016 be the beginning of the best years of your life!
May 2016 be the beginning of the best years of your life!
Consider Oslo
From The Root -
It’s cold, with really short days in the winter. Like, sunset is at 3 p.m. And it’s white. Like, really white—as in the descendants of Vikings. But in the city center of Oslo, Norway, black American expats are living what seems to be the dream of Martin Luther King Jr.: being judged by the content of their character and whatnot.
For Americans of Color, Is Norway a Racism-Free Utopia?
It’s not cheap to live there, but for these expats of color, Norway is a place where no matter your color, you’re American first.
It’s cold, with really short days in the winter. Like, sunset is at 3 p.m. And it’s white. Like, really white—as in the descendants of Vikings. But in the city center of Oslo, Norway, black American expats are living what seems to be the dream of Martin Luther King Jr.: being judged by the content of their character and whatnot.
It’s so good at times that instead of worrying about random police stops when he leaves his house for work, Washington, D.C., native Anthony Durham is cheered with the nickname “Obama” when he walks inside his barbershop, which is operated by a Somali-and-Nigerian duo. He’s praised because he’s an American. White women don’t clutch their purses in his presence; instead, he says, most days he blends in with his new community. At most, he may get a glance out of curiosity when he and his wife speak English with an American accent.
“They’re like, ‘Are they tourists?’” he says. “In Norway it’s like I’m American first and black second.”
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The complete article can be found at -
http://www.theroot.com/articles/culture/2015/12/for_americans_of_color_is_norway_a_racism_free_utopia.html?wpisrc=newsletter_jcr:content%26
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The complete article can be found at -
http://www.theroot.com/articles/culture/2015/12/for_americans_of_color_is_norway_a_racism_free_utopia.html?wpisrc=newsletter_jcr:content%26
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Amsterdam Sights
Those of you who know me well, know that I have a theory about white folks and cold weather.
It's this - when you look outside and see white folks in coats, that means black folks (OK, maybe just me) should grab three.
Today when I ventured outside, and saw folks bundled up tight, I ignored my theory, thinking it was a fluke. It really was a mostly mild, overcast day, or so I thought.
The streets are narrow and the buildings tall, so I was shielded from the weather as I trekked to the bus stop, about a ten-minute walk from my hotel.
As I typically do on these solo journeys, I hopped on a tour bus to get an overview of the city. We were near Anne Franke's House (the Jewish teen who chronicled her life in hiding during World War II in The Diary of Ann Frank), so I decided to get off and visit the museum. The line was crazy long, and to my surprise, it was crazy cold, so I quickly scratched those plans and sought a cafe for a cup of joe to warm up.
Oh my goodness, I couldn't believe how cold it was, with a fierce biting wind!
So this, my friends, provides even more proof that my theory is, in fact, a valid one.
Below are some of the sights of this vibrant city.
My plan is to get up early, bundle up, and beat the lines at the Ann Frank Museum tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
It's this - when you look outside and see white folks in coats, that means black folks (OK, maybe just me) should grab three.
Today when I ventured outside, and saw folks bundled up tight, I ignored my theory, thinking it was a fluke. It really was a mostly mild, overcast day, or so I thought.
The streets are narrow and the buildings tall, so I was shielded from the weather as I trekked to the bus stop, about a ten-minute walk from my hotel.
As I typically do on these solo journeys, I hopped on a tour bus to get an overview of the city. We were near Anne Franke's House (the Jewish teen who chronicled her life in hiding during World War II in The Diary of Ann Frank), so I decided to get off and visit the museum. The line was crazy long, and to my surprise, it was crazy cold, so I quickly scratched those plans and sought a cafe for a cup of joe to warm up.
Oh my goodness, I couldn't believe how cold it was, with a fierce biting wind!
So this, my friends, provides even more proof that my theory is, in fact, a valid one.
Below are some of the sights of this vibrant city.
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| This house with the red lights in the windows, literally means it a "red light district" place of business. Prostitution is legal here. There was a woman in a very tiny bikini standing in one of the windows. She backed away when she saw me taking pictures. One of the windows had the name "Esther," the name of the woman showcased there, I assume. |
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| This city has embraced bicyclists like no other I've seen. There are thousands of bikes everywhere. There are bike shops and bike rentals on every block it seems. The bike lanes run parallel to the sidewalks, separated from the automobile traffic. Here everyone has their own lane. It's a pretty awesome sight to see. |
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| There are canals and bridges all around. There are boat tours, but even with covered boats, I'm thinking that would be too cold for me. |
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| This flag is the official flag of Amsterdam, the capital city of the Netherlands. |
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| This is a view of the many houseboats that line the canals. |
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| Here's another view of houseboats. |
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| Although this picture isn't great, I was tickled to see these toddlers riding along in their covered motorized wagon. |
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| A street view |
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| Life along the canals. |
My plan is to get up early, bundle up, and beat the lines at the Ann Frank Museum tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Greetings From Amsterdam!
This is the view from my hotel window.
It's a beautiful, very picturesque city. It was overcast, so most of the pictures I took today were too dark to publish, but I plan to hit the streets early tomorrow, with the hope of a sunny day.
More soon.
Senior Computer Skills
Young folks. Laugh. In the blink of an eye, you'll be the seniors that kids are making fun of.
Forwarded from Forrest -
Forwarded from Forrest -
Senior Computer Skills...
Tech support: What kind of computer do you have?
Customer: A white one...
Tech support: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.
Customer: Your left or my left?
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Customer: Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try, it says 'can’t find printer’.
I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor,but the computer still says he can't find it..
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Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore.
Tech support: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?
Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.
Tech support: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.
Customer: OK
Tech support: Did the keyboard come with you?
Customer: Yes
Tech support: That means the keyboard is not plugged in.
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Customer: I can't get on the Internet.
Tech support: Are you sure you used the right password?
Customer: Yes, I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it.
Tech support: Can you tell me what the password was?
Customer: Five dots.
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Tech support: What anti-virus program do you use?
Customer: Netscape.
Tech support: That's not an anti-virus program.
Customer: Oh, sorry... Internet Explorer..
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Customer: I have a huge problem.A friend has placed a screen saver on my computer,but every time I move the mouse, it disappears.
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Tech support: How may I help you?
Customer: I'm writing my first email.
Tech support: OK, and what seems to be the problem?
Customer: Well, I have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the little circle around it?
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This one and the next are our personal favorites!
A woman customer called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer.
Tech support: Are you running it under windows?
Customer: 'No, my desk is next to the door, but that is a good point.
The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his printer is working fine.'
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And last but not least!
Tech support: 'Okay Bob, let's press the control and escape keys at the same time.
That brings up a task list in the middle of the screen. Now type the letter 'P' to bring up the Program Manager.'
Customer: I don't have a P.
Tech support: On your keyboard, Bob.
Customer: What do you mean?
Tech support: 'P'.....on your keyboard, Bob.
Customer: I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Living in Chaos
First, apologies for being awol. Between finishing up with the first half of school and dealing with some health issues, I've done very little beyond the absolute necessities. Thankfully, all is well health-wise and we started our two week winter break yesterday.
A few days ago, I picked up David Gregory's book How's Your Faith and found a common thread - being raised in a household with an alcoholic parent. Of course, that's where the commonalities end, as he was a child of privilege, and I was definitely not.
What was intriguing to me was how dealing with an alcoholic parent impacts, not just your childhood, but every aspect of your life. Reading his story illustrated this wasn't an isolated occurrence for me, but others dealt/are dealing with this, too.
At 59 years old, some memories of my childhood stand out crystal clear.
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Mom hiding money and half-filled liquor bottles around the house, trying to convince my father he had drank it all, and there was no money left for any more. Actually I think this strategy backfired more often than not, as he would just go back to the liquor store and buy more on credit. When he got paid, his liquor bill was the first bill paid, with Mom having to make do with what was left.
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The vivid stench of rancid liquor that seeped from every pore of his body. That was coupled with having the job of helping Mom to clean the vomit that he regularly upchucked while she wrangled him to go to bed to sleep it off.
Like -
During my middle and high school days when he went five years without a drink, and then when he arrived home late stumbling in from the detached garage, I knew in an instant that our reprieve from his drunken days of chaos was over.
Like -
When I was home for a break from college, and needed a ride to the bus station to get back to school, he was so drunk, my mother refused to ride the twenty miles to the bus station to see me off because it would have meant riding back with Daddy, who was flat out pissy drunk. You see, she never learned to drive. I drove the car to the station, but he would have to have driven it back home. She knew she would be helpless and completely at his mercy on that drive home. So she didn't go. Of course, I didn't blame her. Once Daddy and I arrived at the station, I went inside to wait on the bus. Somehow he managed to stagger into the building, and when he did his pants fell to his ankles. The embarrassment. The shame. The indignity . . . was palpable. How he made it home alive and without killing someone else on the road was purely by the mercy of God.
These experiences are but a few that have shaped my life and my views of people who drink. Of course, most folks don't allow themselves to fall into the "pissy drunk" category, but the assumption (wrong though it may be), is that's where they're headed until proven otherwise.
That's why it was so incredibly painful when I discovered that Ben and Frankie drank. Not because I thought they'd end up like my Dad, but because the possibility was too real in my eyes. This is a topic I've covered many times with them, and it's not my intention to rehash old wounds, but simply to illustrate how all of our experiences - good or bad - go into shaping the people we become.
I share this not to make you feel bad if you're a drinker. But hopefully, it's just a reminder that the things that happen when you're under the influence can/do have lasting effects.
A few days ago, I picked up David Gregory's book How's Your Faith and found a common thread - being raised in a household with an alcoholic parent. Of course, that's where the commonalities end, as he was a child of privilege, and I was definitely not.
What was intriguing to me was how dealing with an alcoholic parent impacts, not just your childhood, but every aspect of your life. Reading his story illustrated this wasn't an isolated occurrence for me, but others dealt/are dealing with this, too.
At 59 years old, some memories of my childhood stand out crystal clear.
Like -
Mom hiding money and half-filled liquor bottles around the house, trying to convince my father he had drank it all, and there was no money left for any more. Actually I think this strategy backfired more often than not, as he would just go back to the liquor store and buy more on credit. When he got paid, his liquor bill was the first bill paid, with Mom having to make do with what was left.
Like -
The vivid stench of rancid liquor that seeped from every pore of his body. That was coupled with having the job of helping Mom to clean the vomit that he regularly upchucked while she wrangled him to go to bed to sleep it off.
Like -
During my middle and high school days when he went five years without a drink, and then when he arrived home late stumbling in from the detached garage, I knew in an instant that our reprieve from his drunken days of chaos was over.
Like -
When I was home for a break from college, and needed a ride to the bus station to get back to school, he was so drunk, my mother refused to ride the twenty miles to the bus station to see me off because it would have meant riding back with Daddy, who was flat out pissy drunk. You see, she never learned to drive. I drove the car to the station, but he would have to have driven it back home. She knew she would be helpless and completely at his mercy on that drive home. So she didn't go. Of course, I didn't blame her. Once Daddy and I arrived at the station, I went inside to wait on the bus. Somehow he managed to stagger into the building, and when he did his pants fell to his ankles. The embarrassment. The shame. The indignity . . . was palpable. How he made it home alive and without killing someone else on the road was purely by the mercy of God.
These experiences are but a few that have shaped my life and my views of people who drink. Of course, most folks don't allow themselves to fall into the "pissy drunk" category, but the assumption (wrong though it may be), is that's where they're headed until proven otherwise.
That's why it was so incredibly painful when I discovered that Ben and Frankie drank. Not because I thought they'd end up like my Dad, but because the possibility was too real in my eyes. This is a topic I've covered many times with them, and it's not my intention to rehash old wounds, but simply to illustrate how all of our experiences - good or bad - go into shaping the people we become.
I share this not to make you feel bad if you're a drinker. But hopefully, it's just a reminder that the things that happen when you're under the influence can/do have lasting effects.
Young, Gifted & Black
From The Atlantic -
'What It Means to Be Young, Talented, and Black'
Sophia Nahli Allison defines her photography essay, Marching Together, by what it’s not. “This is not a story about an underfunded program or urban youth succeeding in band as a way to escape violence,” she said. Her images of Hillside High School’s award-wining marching band captures the students’ determination and ambition, while simultaneouslycounteracting the stereotypically negative representation of black teens. They want to go to college. They want to win. This, she said, “is a visual exploration of what it means to be young, talented, and black.”
http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2015/12/marching-together/419955/?utm_source=atl-daily-newsletter
http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2015/12/marching-together/419955/?utm_source=atl-daily-newsletter
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Three Generations of Blacks in Russia
From The Root -
Black in the USSR: 3 Generations of a Russian Family
Escaping the oppression of a racist America, a black scientist named Oliver Golden took Soviet citizenship in the 1930s and began a legacy for his family that endures in Russia today.
BY: STEVEN J. NIVEN
In 1932, the poet Langston Hughes spent Christmas in the “dusty, coloured, cotton-growing South” of Uzbekistan, then one of the Soviet Union’s Asian republics. Hugheshad been in Moscow, working on a film critical of American race relations, but the project was abandoned, in part because the Soviets were then seeking official diplomatic recognition and improved economic ties with the United States. After an exhausting 2,000-mile journey on frozen, ramshackle Russian trains, he arrived on Christmas Eve in Yangiyul, near Tashkent, “in the middle of a mudcake oasis frosted with snow,” and visited “a neat, white painted cottage,” where “it was jolly and warm.”
His hosts were Oliver Golden, a black Mississippian, and Bertha Bialek, the white New York-born daughter of Polish Jewish immigrants, who had prepared a traditional American meal capped off with pumpkin pie to celebrate the season—washed down, of course, with copious amounts of local cognac and vodka. Most of his fellow guests were black men and women. As he looked out his window on Christmas morning, Hughes saw some tall, brown-skinned Uzbeks on horseback, padding across the snowy fields, and was reminded of images he had seen in Sunday school when he was a boy in Kansas: “In their robes, these Uzbeks looked just like Bible characters, and I imagined in their stable a manger and a child.”
http://www.theroot.com/articles/history/2015/12/black_in_the_ussr_3_generations_of_an_african_american_family_in_the_soviet.2.html
http://www.theroot.com/articles/history/2015/12/black_in_the_ussr_3_generations_of_an_african_american_family_in_the_soviet.2.html
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
A Priceless Comeback
From Now I Know -
Crease and Desist
Major sporting events don’t want objects flying around the stands or onto the field. That sounds like a pretty good rule, as you don’t want fans or players to get hurt — that’d be bad for everyone involved. To avoid problems, even items which are generally harmless are often banned; the New York Yankees, for example, explicitly state that beach balls are prohibited. But generally speaking, such specificity isn’t required. The general rule makes enough sense and is easily enough enforced — usually. Unfortunately for one fan of the NFL’s Cleveland Browns, the team did not enforce the rule to his liking. So in 1974, he — an attorney — wrote the letter below, demanding action by threatening a lawsuit.
The letter, by attorney Dale O. Cox, spells out the grievance. Cox, a season ticket holder, was upset that other fans were flying paper airplanes “generally made out of the game program,” and tossing them around. Cox was concerned about “the risk of serious eye injury and perhaps an ear injury” that such paper projectiles could cause, so he asked the team to stop such behavior. And then there’s the legal threat: “I will hold you responsible for any injury sustained by any person in my party attending one of your sporting events.” Fighting words, in legal-speak.
The Browns’ general counsel, James Bailey, replied to Mr. Cox — that’s what would generally happen in a matter like this, and in this case, he did so by a letter dated just a few days later. But the letter didn’t inform the aggrieved Mr. Cox of the team’s decision to crack down on paper airplanes. It didn’t have any legalese in it, explaining the team’s view of the law. In fact, it didn’t say much of anything. Yet, it may be the best legal reply ever written. You can see it below.
A few years later, the Cleveland Scene, an alt-weekly, discovered the above letters (without explanation as to how), and the letter became a cultural meme of sorts. (It recently made its way into an episode of NPR’s Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me!, as a trivia question.) As absurd as Mr. Bailey’s response seems, it’s real. In early 2011, a reporter from the Cleveland Plain Dealer tracked down Bailey and Cox, both of whom recalled the response fondly. Cox even admitted to using a similar reply tactic “a couple times [himself] since.”
http://nowiknow.com/crease-and-desist/
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wine Scanner
It you're like me, totally ignorant of wine, this app is for you.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/vivino-wine-scanner/id414461255?mt=8
https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/vivino-wine-scanner/id414461255?mt=8
"Sriracha" Love
This is a sensational hot sauce that has reached epic proportions in the universal love it has received.
I tried it for the first time a couple of days ago, and I concur. I'm not a hot sauce person, but this stuff is good.
The trailer below is for a documentary on Sriracha that definitely peeked my interest in wanting to give this a try. I'm glad I did. The full movie (34 minutes) is linked below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXOAx58LBDo
I tried it for the first time a couple of days ago, and I concur. I'm not a hot sauce person, but this stuff is good.
The trailer below is for a documentary on Sriracha that definitely peeked my interest in wanting to give this a try. I'm glad I did. The full movie (34 minutes) is linked below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXOAx58LBDo
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Getting in the Holiday Spirit
I love Christmas music, and coming in a close second is Christmas movies. I thank God for the technology that allows me to access both. I'm especially grateful for them because it is a wonderful reminder of how special this time of year is.
I know you're being inundated on all sides with Christmas this and Christmas that, and have been since before Halloween, but now that I'm away from that and have been for a while (I had my fourth year anniversary here last week!), I miss it.
This is a Muslim country, and although extremely tolerant of other religions, with Christmas trees all decorated in the malls, it's not the same.
So, to bring the holiday spirit closer to home, I savor the music and the movies.
Below is one of my favorite holiday movies, with a couple of songs featured in it.
Cheers!
I know you're being inundated on all sides with Christmas this and Christmas that, and have been since before Halloween, but now that I'm away from that and have been for a while (I had my fourth year anniversary here last week!), I miss it.
This is a Muslim country, and although extremely tolerant of other religions, with Christmas trees all decorated in the malls, it's not the same.
So, to bring the holiday spirit closer to home, I savor the music and the movies.
Below is one of my favorite holiday movies, with a couple of songs featured in it.
Cheers!
Clever
As seen on Pinterest -
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/424605071099272633/?utm_campaign=6d3f93&e_t=editorial_1093_61b40300000551b&utm_content=424605071099272633&utm_source=31&utm_term=2&utm_medium=2002
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Punny Map
This interactive map gives the names of businesses all over the US that are funny or punny or both.
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/behold-the-ultimate-crowdsourced-map-of-punny-businesses-in-america?utm_source=Atlas+Obscura&utm_campaign=c55535058a-Newsletter_11_25_201511_25_2015&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_62ba9246c0-c55535058a-59905913&ct=t(Newsletter_11_25_201511_25_2015)&mc_cid=c55535058a&mc_eid=866176a63f
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/behold-the-ultimate-crowdsourced-map-of-punny-businesses-in-america?utm_source=Atlas+Obscura&utm_campaign=c55535058a-Newsletter_11_25_201511_25_2015&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_62ba9246c0-c55535058a-59905913&ct=t(Newsletter_11_25_201511_25_2015)&mc_cid=c55535058a&mc_eid=866176a63f
Luther
I don't think this trailer for the upcoming two-hour special does justice to the greatness that is the Luther series. The three seasons (available on Netflix) are some of the smartest, most nuanced shows around. If you're not interested in the acting or the premise (another cop show), watch it for Idris Elba. He's amazing.
Empire Shopping
"What Would Cookie Do?" t-shirts -
Just in time for the holidays.
http://shop.fox.com/?v=empire
Just in time for the holidays.
http://shop.fox.com/?v=empire
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Al Green - Love and Happiness - Live Performance Video (High Quality)
Join me for this Throwback Thursday Jam -
Trailblazing Trumpeter
From The Sacramento Bee -
Sacramento trumpeter Cynthia Robinson co-founded Sly and the Family Stone
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| The Family Stone, with Cynthia Robinson (center). Ross Brandes |
Cynthia Robinson, the trailblazing trumpeter who co-founded Sly and the Family Stone and later was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, died Monday in Sacramento following a battle with cancer. She was 71 years old.
Robinson was a distinctive personality in a group known for defying musical boundaries. She was the rare female African American trumpeter to play in a chart-topping band, and her horn licks were hallmark to songs including “I Want to Take You Higher” and “Dance to the Music.”
http://www.sacbee.com/news/local/article46631655.html
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
A New Kind of Card Game
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/forget-spades-you-need-to-play-this-fun-card-game-at-thanksgiving_565491f4e4b0258edb32fec1?utm_hp_ref=black-voices
http://www.cardsforallpeople.com/product/cards-for-all-people-original-pack
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
For Your Viewing Pleasure
From The New Yorker -
An excerpt -
After a historically dominant 2014-15 season that saw the Golden State Warriors secure the N.B.A. title and become only the tenth team in N.B.A. history to win sixty-seven or more games, it’s not entirely surprising that, this year, the squad has bolted out to a historic 15-0 record while outscoring opponents by 14.4 points per game. What is surprising is the landmark agreement the team has reached with Netflix: it will be releasing its entire season next weekend to better facilitate binge-watching.
“We try to stay abreast of current trends in media consumption,” N.B.A. commissioner Adam Silver said, at a press conference announcing the deal. “In this day and age, N.B.A. fans want to watch games when and how they like, so it just makes sense to release all sixty-seven of the Golden State Warriors’ remaining games at once.”
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/now-streaming-the-golden-state-warriors?mbid=nl_151124_Daily&CNDID=27124505&spMailingID=8286786&spUserID=MTE0Mjg5NDEzNjM4S0&spJobID=802375160&spReportId=ODAyMzc1MTYwS0
Now Streaming: The Golden State Warriors
BY STEVE MCPHERSON
An excerpt -
After a historically dominant 2014-15 season that saw the Golden State Warriors secure the N.B.A. title and become only the tenth team in N.B.A. history to win sixty-seven or more games, it’s not entirely surprising that, this year, the squad has bolted out to a historic 15-0 record while outscoring opponents by 14.4 points per game. What is surprising is the landmark agreement the team has reached with Netflix: it will be releasing its entire season next weekend to better facilitate binge-watching.
“We try to stay abreast of current trends in media consumption,” N.B.A. commissioner Adam Silver said, at a press conference announcing the deal. “In this day and age, N.B.A. fans want to watch games when and how they like, so it just makes sense to release all sixty-seven of the Golden State Warriors’ remaining games at once.”
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/now-streaming-the-golden-state-warriors?mbid=nl_151124_Daily&CNDID=27124505&spMailingID=8286786&spUserID=MTE0Mjg5NDEzNjM4S0&spJobID=802375160&spReportId=ODAyMzc1MTYwS0
Short Story Vending Machines
http://magazine.good.is/articles/short-story-vending-machines-short-edition?utm_source=thedailygood&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dailygood
Responding With Humor
From The Guardian -
National emergency? Belgians respond to terror raids with cats
An official request for citizens to avoid tweeting anything that could inform terrorists what is going on resulted in a national outbreak of pet pics
My favorite - Super Cat!
National emergency? Belgians respond to terror raids with cats
An official request for citizens to avoid tweeting anything that could inform terrorists what is going on resulted in a national outbreak of pet pics
My favorite - Super Cat!
Monday, November 23, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
License Plate Rage
From The Morning News -
IH8YRST8
by Jess Stoner
Studying drivers across the country for signs of license-plate prejudice—or, why everyone loves Vermont drivers and hates Texans.
An excerpt -
I learned something new when we moved back to Colorado from Texas last year: People who live so far above sea level have razor-edged opinions about outsiders.
While I procrastinated for weeks in getting new license plates, drivers wouldn’t let me change lanes—sometimes informing me of their refusal with their middle fingers—one even gleefully made the Longhorns hand gesture when he cut me off.
I swear, I am a classically trained defensive driver. It wasn’t my driving. It was my Texas plates.
The prejudices that arise when drivers encounter different state license plates are largely unstudied. This is unfortunate because, according to my field research, they play a role in determining driver behavior and they reinforce stereotypes many drivers didn’t even realize they held.
For example, Coloradans’ dislike for Texans might be explained by the fact that they’re moving here. According to the Census Bureau, 24,431 people who lived in Texas in 2013 had listed Colorado as their place of residence a year later, versus the 18,277 Coloradans moving to Texas in that same period.
But Bill Marvel explained in a 2008 article for Denver’s 5280 magazine, “Don’t Mess With Colorado,” that the state’s hatred for all things Texas could be as ancient as the latter’s 19th-century “territorial ambitions.” Or that it might be the result of the real-life versions of The Simpsons’ Rich Texan who move north and mess with Coloradans’ livestock and screw over skiers and hikers by privatizing trails. Or maybe it’s simply a reaction to Texans like Walter Cliff of Amarillo, who was so pissed when he couldn’t find a Bud Light on his Colorado vacation in 2012 that he wrote a letter to the editor of the Durango Herald: “Heads up, Durango, not everyone likes that locally brewed beer.”
http://www.themorningnews.org/article/ih8yrst8
IH8YRST8
by Jess Stoner
Studying drivers across the country for signs of license-plate prejudice—or, why everyone loves Vermont drivers and hates Texans.
An excerpt -
I learned something new when we moved back to Colorado from Texas last year: People who live so far above sea level have razor-edged opinions about outsiders.
While I procrastinated for weeks in getting new license plates, drivers wouldn’t let me change lanes—sometimes informing me of their refusal with their middle fingers—one even gleefully made the Longhorns hand gesture when he cut me off.
I swear, I am a classically trained defensive driver. It wasn’t my driving. It was my Texas plates.
The prejudices that arise when drivers encounter different state license plates are largely unstudied. This is unfortunate because, according to my field research, they play a role in determining driver behavior and they reinforce stereotypes many drivers didn’t even realize they held.
For example, Coloradans’ dislike for Texans might be explained by the fact that they’re moving here. According to the Census Bureau, 24,431 people who lived in Texas in 2013 had listed Colorado as their place of residence a year later, versus the 18,277 Coloradans moving to Texas in that same period.
But Bill Marvel explained in a 2008 article for Denver’s 5280 magazine, “Don’t Mess With Colorado,” that the state’s hatred for all things Texas could be as ancient as the latter’s 19th-century “territorial ambitions.” Or that it might be the result of the real-life versions of The Simpsons’ Rich Texan who move north and mess with Coloradans’ livestock and screw over skiers and hikers by privatizing trails. Or maybe it’s simply a reaction to Texans like Walter Cliff of Amarillo, who was so pissed when he couldn’t find a Bud Light on his Colorado vacation in 2012 that he wrote a letter to the editor of the Durango Herald: “Heads up, Durango, not everyone likes that locally brewed beer.”
http://www.themorningnews.org/article/ih8yrst8
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