The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall
Nelson Mandela

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It snowed last night.
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A long time ago I got a phone call from a woman I’d met a couple of times at different parties. I’d only given her my number because she was a PA at Universal and I thought it might be worth a shot to get me some work. That’s all parties were to me back then: Employment Networking.
She called me and spoke with some urgency. We met for coffee at Schwabbs. She got right to it. She wanted to borrow $55,000 from me. I was sort of flattered that anybody actually thought I had Reading A Story by Tissot
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$55,000 in a lump or that I could even raise it. I was also pretty astonished.
I figure she had to be pretty desperate to ask a stranger for a pretty hefty amount of cash. I listened because I thought she was going to tell me about loan sharks or bookies threatening to kill her. Her story was interesting but not that dramatic.
She lived a pretty lavish lifestyle for a PA (production assistant) which is pretty common for Hollywood. She gotten into debt and wrote a bad check. She kept two checking accounts at two different banks and she figured out this, to me, byzantine scheme. Bank A was now overdrawn by (for example) $100. She wrote a check to herself from Bank B for $125 and deposited it in Bank A. Except Bank B was now overdrawn by $100. No problem. She wrote a check on Bank A and deposited it in Bank B the next day.
And she kept paying bills and writing checks for new stuff. Her solution was to just keep increasing the amounts of the bad checks she wrote to herself. Until now she was writing checks of over fifty grand to herself every day and sweating getting to the bank. And terrified of getting caught.
I don’t know but I figured this was pretty serious bank fraud. I was surprised that she’d been running Save It by DAB
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this scam for nearly a year. I figured thirty thousand didn’t bother her. Not even forty thousand but fifty thousand set off the alarm system in her heart. The wonders of electronic banking.
With two major banks involved I could see her being panicky. I’d have been panicky over the hundred bucks.
She offered up a lot of justifications about expecting to take care of the overdraft with her paycheck but she let it get out of control.
I’m not to concerned with morality or judging. I’m not much good at that stuff, although I did feel a twinge about the fact that she worked in Universal’s Black Tower and still needed an extra fifty grand and still drove a Jaguar.
There was no question I wasn’t going to loan her money I didn’t have. On the wild shot I did have itZiegfeld Follies her story certainly wouldn’t have instilled any confidence in me making that sort of loan.
What I did take away from it was her sense of dread. Of having to wake up every day and rush to the bank, knowing that if her timing was off her whole world would crumble into black pea sized hunks of coal. The rush of fear she felt every time someone might call her name or make a sound that sounded like her name every time she went into the bank. How the blood must have rushed anytime the bank teller took an extra second to look at her, the check, the computer screen.
I felt for her but had no answers or help for her.
(Later I heard how some actor who’d gotten to be a regular on a sitcom loaned her the money and was ticked off that she stiffed him.)
I went to the doctor today. Before I went to the doctor I picked up the “estimate” on working on my teeth on the 31st. It was nearly $1,400 . . . There wasn’t even a minus for the 60 bucks I got charged for my “consultation” which I about 25% expected/hoped for.
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The doctor wrote me my scripts but said I was looking totally stressed out. He wants me to get a Blood Pressure machine and take my BP in the morning 3 times a week and then again three times at odd times during the day. RAH!
He also wants a full on diary of my glucose count for the diabetes.
And I have to get a full panel blood working . . . Double Rah!
I probably need a blood panel. My cholesterol has always been excellent but I was having some issues keeping my good cholesterol above 4. I did it by eating lots of olive oil. I’m always concerned about what else they might find. Especially in the blood count bit.
I’m having a lot of stress. The pain. The extra pain in my mouth. Having to think about the dead. The money. It gets in the way and stops me from enjoying what I have to enjoy. I do have a lot toFriday Foster enjoy. A lot of happiness.
Right now I figure I feel as close as I ever could to the grief that woman felt while she ran her scam, except I’m not scamming anything. Not intentionally anyway and not in any way I’m aware of. I’m just being ungracious enough to keep staying alive.
I’m hoping the blood pressure will drop after I’ve had the dental work done.
Oh well.
I did manage to send out 32 resumes with a cover letter offering up my services as a volunteer football/athletics coach.
I was surprised just impressive my resume is. I’ve coached so many great kids. It feels tawdry to take any credit for the great things they did.
I sent it to every pee wee team I could find and to every high school in this part of the state. This part meaning some of them are nearly 200 miles away. I figure if they’re interested I can leverage someone local.
I love coaching. I’m good at it.
I think my players love me nearly as much as I love them.

I updated to Movable Type 4.25. No big hassles at all. The main point of the upgrade was “vital” security fixes and enabling some features I’ll play with. Mainly to see if I can do anything with them. Mainly its about “social networking”.

To a man with an empty stomach food is God
Ghandi

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The trip to the Oral Surgeon was more annoying than anything else.
My friend and I sat in the waiting room for about 15 minutes. We were five minutes early for anDon't Knock The Rock 8:45 appointment. I was then ushered into an examination room. My friend left to go to work.
I sat in the examination room for another 15 minutes. The doc came in and spent about 3 minutes with me. He pent thirty seconds looking at my folder and said we’ll have to pull all six teeth. Just use novocaine. He’d extract some bone marrow from underneath the shattered tooth for a biopsy. Since I didn’t feel any of the symptoms of leukemia he wasn’t too worried about it. Bye and see me soon.
I then had to stand in the waiting room for ten more minutes while they scheduled my appointment. The chirpy appointment maker said the soonest I could get in would be April 20th. I got a bit rankled at that. Another month. She explained how incredibly busy the doc was having 4 other offices in the corporation to cover and his vacation was coming up . . . Having no reason to have any great faith in the doc I said I’d be willing to see any of the others. (Three minutes isn’t even enough to form a snap judgment.)
She then found an appointment of March 31st and that will be $63.13 for today’s consultation . . .
I had a friend, an ex-friend, he got too overwhelmed with money to be a friend. He was a doctor in Beverly Hills, had an address on Rodeo Dr, even if it was south of Wilshire that’s still a pretty snazzy address. He had an odd practice. He had 8 examination rooms and four “nurses”. He worked like 90% with insurance claims, accident victims. I gather he had a set up with a mess of Personal Injury lawyers. They’d send each other business.
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What he did was get these people into the exam rooms and slap a hot towel on their necks. Then he’d bill the insurance company two hundred bucks for “physical therapy”. At three to five treatments a week it could get into some serious bucks.
I have no idea if he ever saw any “real” patients. If he did he never talked about them. He kept all 8 examination/treatment rooms full for 10 hours a day. He was a busy man.
I had another friend who was struggling financially getting through medical school. His wife kept him alive. A month after he got his license to practice he filed for divorce. The judge awarded his wife alimony based on the doc earning at least 3 million in his lifetime. This was based on precedent. Other judges in similar situations were awarding pretty much the same.
I can’t speculate on why he divorced his wife just then. Even if I’d known him better its impossible toThe Erotic Diary of a Lumberjack ever understand the thoughts, dreams and remorse of another. He was a plastic surgeon. He got an office in Century City. I figure the judge probably underestimated his income.
I’m just pretty stunned about a doc charging me sixty bucks to set up an appointment so he can charge me about a grand. Great racket.
Who knows how good a doctor is? How can you tell. Don’t we really go to them and hope they stop us from hurting? At least hope they Gentleman by Lorenzo Lotto
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don’t screw up and kill us.
When I moved from the southwest I had to go to a private doctor to get all my meds. A nurse led me in, hooked me up to a blood pressure machine, turned it on and then forgot about me. The machine kept pulsing up and down, tightening and loosening the sleeve until it beeped. I dragged it around the room and inspected the cabinets that weren’t locked. After about a half hour the doctor came in. We talked for about 5 minutes. She wrote me my prescription. That was it.
When I got to the front desk I got a bill for nearly $400. The scripts were wrong. I was afraid I was going to get billed for her correcting them. I had to borrow the money to pay them.
When I went to fill the scripts I was astonished. The big chain, Ekards, wanted One hundred and twenty five bucks to fill one of the prescription. Walgreens wanted eighty.
There was a little drug store that had a sign in its window saying they were diabetic specialists. Purple Dragon
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They filled the script for twenty five dollars . . . This still amazes me. The little drug store was for profit same as the big ones. It was the same generic drug, a drug I’ll have to take the rest of my life. I guess they could afford to be cheaper because they didn’t have the advertising budget and unsold Christmas toys and candy to pay for.
A couple of weeks later I got my appointment to get into the municipally assisted program. My doctor, who I liked immensely spent 45 minutes with me, examining me completely and compiling a solid medical history all of which he entered into the database as we talked.
This cost me twenty bucks.
I thought about this walking home. It was a lot better than thinking about loosing six teeth. LoosingDracula's Daughter them and the pain of pulling them all out in a half hour.
There’s no question that getting everyone’s medical records into a central database will improve the efficiency of medical care. Doctor’s, who seem to have denigrated to a slovenly low right next to 21st century bankers, don’t want this. They need those consultation fees.
The way things re going the AMA is going to need to be regulated. The scams doc’s pull on Medicare and Medicaid are pretty legion. Several million dollars scammed by a doctor don’t even make headlines anymore. When they get busted all they do is raise the fees to their existing patients.
Its become a medical business and we’ve become the products on the assembly line.
It sucks to be human. At least vets haven’t sunk to this . . . yet.
While I was walking home I passed the postie I’d passed before on the day I’d lost the checkbook. Bear
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She walked beside me and asked if I’d found my wallet.
I corrected her and told her someone had found it and returned it to the bank intact. She seemed very glad about that and then went about her route.
Small towns.

We picked up the car yesterday. The joint did a great job, so far. They did a full brake job on both rear wheels to stop the squeaking. When they replaced the bad speaker they found a bad check strap (the final defense to keep you from falling out of the car). They found one and replaced them both!
We stopped at Taco Bell, again, on the way home. I had two bean burritos and an order of fries.
Mr friend had TEN BEAN TACOS AGAIN!!
This time she ate six while we were there relaxing in formica luxury and then ate the other four when we got home!!
I hope they made her feel better. She’s been killing herself working on a report for the Fed’s. Experiment in Terror She thought it was done but there was a glitch somewhere. She couldn’t work on it because the company’s Citrux system was down. She bought the work home and found out that the Citrux system was back up but it was generating erroneous reports! It was picking up invalid numbers and dumping some valid ones!
In London once I was looking at an electric sign at the train station. The sign kept scrolling one message: “Sign Not Working”.
This bugged me because the sign was obviously working. I mean, I could read it.
The station master walked by and I asked him about it. He answered, “Computers mate. Can’t expect them to make sense now can you.”

I love mankind; it’s people I can’t stand
Charles M. Schulz

Watchfinder General's Kitchen by Andy Jones

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Under threat of physical damage to myself I’ve been instructed to point out that my friend only ate NINE tacos on Saturday. The tenth was given to the pups. She does admit that she could have eatenConfessions of a Psycho Cat the tenth.
Further the implication that she often eats 9 or more tacos is erroneous. She struggles to keep her weight over 115. I believe that is pounds not kilograms.

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A while ago I broke the audio cable on my Ultimate Eat super.fi 5’s. I’ve finally gotten around to finding that I can replace the cable for only 20 bucks. Which seems a lot for a cable but considering my disastrous attempts to rewire and splice the super thin wires it seems like a bargain.
The only issue is that there seems to be no way that I can see to remove the old cord. The only help is that the picture of the replacement cord shows two pretty little gold plugs that obviously plug into the old ear speakers. Still, I can’t see anyway to remove the old cord short of cutting the wire off which makes me fearful of damaging the tiny female plugs that the picture indicates exist there.
I wrote to Ultimate Ears but haven’t gotten a response yet. Frustrated I just now pulled the cord as hard as I could and I’ve either removed the old cord properly or damaged everything beyond repair. That’s the way most of my repairs go.
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I’m going to order the replacement cable and see what happens from there.

We’re still watching an episode of the old David Carradine TV show, “Kung Fu” every Sunday.
I’m a bit stunned about how the show progresses. I still have problems that becoming a star on a hit show Carradine never bothered to learn any rudiments of martial arts. His dancer kicks and repetitive moves that have no foundation in fighting get tedious and I constantly find myself thinking about how great it would have been to have had Bruce Lee in the role.
But the biggest problem is the lack of a story editor. The shows bring in forgotten plot points at random and then promptly forgets them again, not only within the show but in the series. Most of the time he’s just wandering around America but for no apparent reason he is suddenly searching for The Crawling Eye his brother. He appears to wander from Louisiana to the Mojave Desert. Since this a distance of about 2,000 miles you have to figure part of his Shaolin training is teleportation.
These second season shows don’t have Keye Luke very often. Luke is still one of my fave actors. He was a professional and committed to every role he played. As Charlie Chan’s number one son he moved with an easy grace, easy enough to have him play an Olympic Athlete and be totally believable. As the blind Master Po in the series he lent the show a gravitas and sense of joy that they can’t replicate. Without Luke the Temple sets suddenly look cheap and thrown together. Luke exuded enough sheer joyous power to steal all the focus so that all you see is him. He’s always had the magic.
Oddly even with the overt input from Carradine and all the screaming flaws the show never fails to entertain. At its best it gives some serious insight and provides something more to think of than just Bedside Book by Kahle

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“cool!” (Which does not negate how much I like “cool!”)
Its this constant battle between exhilaration and disappointment that makes me look forward to each episode. That and that I get to share the experience with my friend. As a guy who thought a great Saturday was to go to 4 different theaters and see 8 or nine movies on the day and who’s greatest pleasure was when someone would go along with me on these celluloid forays that means a lot to me. Even when they hate something I enjoyed or loved something I thought was just okay it makes everything so much better.
Considering that the only book I found of interest in my friends library turned out to be one of those book vaults, where the middle of the book is cut out to hide stuff; it can’t be underestimated.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies, as usual. Nothing great. In fact the best thing I’ve seen was “Alien Raiders”, which says something about the movie funk I’m in. “Alien Raiders” was okay. A nice low budget movie that made the most of its situation, worked well. I liked it more than I did theDelinquent Parents preachy “The Mist”, even with fewer monsters and a lot less special effects.
I’ve been watching the “new” Shaw Brothers films. Nothing spectacular there. So far the best of them was the previously unreleased “Martial Club” by Liu Chia Liang. The main focus of the movie was Lion Dancing!! There was an opening segment that Liu (a recognized Master of kung fu) explaining the rigid code and rules of the Lion Dance.
It was a fun breezy movie that made me laugh. Had some great fights and an incredible human pyramid of about fifty people. It walked and was part of the Lion Dance choreography.

Tomorrow I’ve got my appointment with the oral surgeon. Eight forty five in the morning.
I think I have a ride there but will probably have to walk home. Normally no big deal. We’ve had some nice enough weather lately but they’re saying its going to rain tomorrow. Using child logic I’ve decided that if I manage to get home before it rains that signifies that everything in my life is gong to turn out well.

Television is a medium because anything well done is rare
Fred Allen

Red Flute
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Last week was one of those lost times. Pain, worry and concern blinding me to life.
What I know is that these sort of weeks used to be prevalent. They ran to months. Times where you walk through life Body Heat and it does not touch you. It leaves no remark and accepts no input. I would feel like a hunk of meat and symptoms. I simply endured.
Even the good times, because for some reason I never stop working, even the good times were simply blurred like a 16 mm movie slipping its sprocket holes and showing the sound stripe.
Now those times are rare. Rare enough to notice.
One thing I did this weekend was install Windows on my friends new Dark Art
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MacBook. Ended up staying up most of the night.
The Apple side of things was no big problem, actually no problem at all. It did what it was intended to do and did it fine. But Windows . . . No wonder little geeks sit out there believe they are computer experts because they can work with that clodge of make believe.
I’ve never seen anything so inept and silly as Windows XP. Granted Apple has an advantage in that its OS is designed to work on a restricted set of hardware and Windows is expected to function on any piece of junk that you want to cobble together it still doesn’t justify the inherent stupidity of the OS.
When installing Boot Camp, the Apple app that partitions the hard drive and preps it for Windows, it reminds you that it will be necessary to have Windows reformat the HD. It sets it up as FAT32. Windows might not be able to read to this.
After waiting for 30 minutes the Windows installer asked if I wanted to reformat the drive. It did not give me the option to reformat as FAT32, only as NTFS (another horrible clodge that emulates HTFS). I foolishly decided that it meant that it could read and write the FAT32 fine.
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It could write to it but couldn’t read it . . . which probably makes sense to Windows only guys. As does the installer not realizing that it could write but bot read the partition.
I found this out because when I rebooted to finish the Windows install I got nothing but a disk read error. I futzed around and tried to fix it but the only solution was to repartition the drive and blank the old partition. Fortunately Boot Camp makes this a no brainer with no risk to the Mac data.
This time I reformatted the drive as NTFS and the install progressed nicely.
The problem with the NTFS file system is that when my friend is in Mac OSX she can read but can’t write to the partition. She can’t save docs to Windows. This is a secondary problem as when the partition is over 32 gig you can’t write to it either (from OSX). Of course Windows is so stupid itBracula can’t read any other file system or OS (even linux). If it were my computer I’d have set it up for 32 gig and used Parallel to run any Windows apps I might need. Of course I also hold to the principal that any tool should be used by the user in the way they see fit.
Now I finally had the Windows actual installer going. It said it would take anywhere from 2 hours to 39 minutes to complete the install!!
I love that sort of accuracy.
It took 50 minutes.
After doing all the password set up I finally got to the screen and was nothing but appalled at the sheer ugliness of the interface. I’d forgotten just how pig ugly it is especially with the inane way it tries to beautify itself. That wasn’t all the issue. It was the way EVERYTHING stopped at all the stupid security fixations.
All the notices were growing tedious. With its huge list of supported machines and hardware it couldn’t find the WIFI card, the sound drivers etc.
Installing the Apple drivers fixed that but it seems rather foolish that Windows can’t find anything.
But its up, running and looking pig ugly. Only took 5 hours.

Lest you think I love Apple blindly I note that the new iPod shuffle is charging A FEE to anyone foolish enough to want to design third party headphones that will work with the thing. So unless you want to pay the Apple tax and an extra premium for premium earbuds your stuck with the cruddy Jimi Hendriz by S4W
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$29 buck-ers they pack in. This could be Apple’s biggest failure since the Newton.

We took the car in for some warranty work. Nothing at all serious but all annoying. The squeal from the brakes and the constant squeaking, the blown speaker and a funny clunk when you turn off the rear window wiper.
We got a loaner. A Ford Focus that really sucks! But, as my friend says, it’s better than n car at all.
The thing that startles is how easy the whole thing was. The salesman even remembered me! (Which my friend points out is probably an indication of what a pain in the neck I can be.)
We stopped at Taco Bell. My friend had TEN vegetarian tacos. I had a burrito and a quesadilla and her french fries (that came with her Family Taco Meal). The fries were hard for me to eat. She Cinderella didn’t get sick or smelly so the meal was a success.

Sunday I spent getting the yard ready for spring and summer. It was over 50 and sunny. The dogs and I had a good time. I’d clean and then they’d mess it right back up. The gentle dog got into trouble. He got tangled in some dead Virginia Crawler behind the garden gate. He had cornered the stupid cat back there. The cat was taunting him. While he was all tangled it was hissing and swatting at him.
It was a hateful thing for it to do. As I got the gentle dog untangled and the stupid cat saw he was free it took off with the gentle dog in hot pursuit.
The cat went to the defunct bomb shelter. The same one the gentle dog had gotten itself trapped in during the winter. After that escapade I blocked off any easy dog access. Good thing as there’s no doubt he would have dived right in there.
He hates that cat.
I might have to rename the gentle dog. He really hates that cat.

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are
Kurt Cobain

Strong Bow
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Yesterday I got a call at 9:30. From the dentist. Telling me they’d had a cancellation. At 10:30.
I told them of course I wanted it but it was a 5 mile 90 minute walk (per google.maps). I rushedBeyond the Forest out. It was nasty cold but the sun was shining.
I made it in 40 minutes.
This wasn’t speed. It was pain driving me on. Even though they’d told me this wasn’t to relieve the pain but it was to extract only 2 teeth to send for a biopsy. Even two teeth missing would relieve some of the pain and maybe even let me chew food.
I was feeling pretty smug when I walked into the office. EARLY. Until I discovered I’d lost my friend’s checkbook . . . I dug through my Book and Oranges by Signac
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pack and only avoided panic by being rushed into the dental chair.
The dentist took my blood pressure. I told her my normal BP was 130 over 80 but in doctor’s offices it usually ran about 160 over 90. Doctor’s make me nervous. It was 180 over 97. We waited 5 minutes and it fell to 160 over 95. Five minutes late it was 140 over 95.
She claimed that was too high to do any tooth extractions. She said I might stroke out on her.
Maybe, but I sort of doubted it. I pointed out that I’d just walked/trotted a pretty fair distance. I was in pain. The pain stressed me and kept me from sleeping well. Doctor’s make me nervous and I think I lost my checkbook. And we were checking to see if my leukemia had come back. I thought this was enough. I figured my BP was going to be high until this was sorted.
She said I’d have to take an oral sedative. It would take about an hour to work and she didn’t have the extra time today. She was starting a weeks vacation Friday (today).
They ma to set up an appointment with an oral surgeon (next door) (being next door was the only Street Cred
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decent part). I went to the Oral surgery and had to answer the usual shaft of questions re: medical history etc.
A nurse took my BP. It was now 130 over 88. (They couldn’t wedge me in at the dentist’s next door. I checked.)
An oral surgeon came in and checked the stuff and said this was too complicated for him. I would have to wait for the Doc who’d studied my x-rays to “consult” with me. Magnanimously he wasn’t going to charge me for his 2 minutes of time spent with me.
I got an emergency appointment for Wednesday at 8:45. Then they’ll decide what to do . . .
In the little town I was in before I had signed all sorts of HIPPA doc’s so that my team of oncologists, GP’s, dentists could freely consult. They also had all of my medical records on theBasket Case central database so they could see anything they needed with a couple of mouse clicks.
This is quick, easy and far less stressful for me. I wrote to my old Team head and was surprised to discover that this wasn’t a state wide program but just a municipal program! Just a small city.
This is what Obama wants to do. While I clearly understand the point of HIPPA and I really get the idea of privacy and not wanting any jerk having access to my medical records this system works easily and well from the doctors all the way to the municipally funded pharmacy. It needs to be done. I think city by city until all the towns and villages are on the database and then bring it nationally. It will save time, money and insure better medical care.
In just this dental thing I’ve spent about 2 hours just repeating medical history and signing documents to let them show the oral surgeon my x-rays. That’s out of about 3 hours I’ve spent with Regret by LawnElf
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them in total.
My old small town doctor pointed out that all my files are marked by the fact that I’m sickly I have a huge amount of stamina, and a huge capacity to deal with pain. He also thought that my abnormal bone deterioration probably has more to do with the various chemo’s and he would consider me coming out of remission the least of the possibilities. He sees no reason to not do a biopsy on the teeth, but merely as a precaution.
He confirmed all this with my old records.
So I left the oral surgeons with nothing really accomplished. Except I’d lost the checkbook.
I walked back much slower, kicking over every leaf and piece of garbage.
No joy.
I decided that it probably never made it out of the house and that I’d find it on the floor next to myAtom Age Vampire desk.
No joy.
I had put the leashes on the pups. I was going to use their highly honed hunting instincts to find the checkbook! Or at least have a few laughs at their expense while I looked for it.
My friend called me. She was still in her meeting in the “big city”. Her bank had called her. Someone had brought the checkbook in and dropped it off at a bank branch!!
The pleasures of a small town.
I was still obligated to take the dogs for a walk. They insisted on searching for the checkbook even though it had been found. We had fun.
When we got home I started work on my friend;s new MacBook. I could not get the Migration Assistant to work.
I decided to do the one thing that all guys despise. I called Support.
After about 40 minutes the woman on the other end of the line couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working. I was doing and had done everything exactly right but it would not work. She transferred me to a guy in Cupertino (Apple’s main office). That guy was great. A lot of help. His conclusion was that the old Powerbook’s dead DVD drive was the culprit. That it was dead but did not report to the system as dead had to be the problem. We discussed lightly the best way to get the data swapped across. He actually said that it sounded like I knew what I was doing! Then he gave me his direct line to call if I had any grief.
My issues with the New Apple not withstanding the smartest thing they’ve done is not to outsource Fashion, Sex, Politic and Music by S4W
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their customer service centers. I hung up the phone feeling that we’d made a smart purchase.
Moving all the data “by hand” was a long and tedious process but most likely a more accurate way of doing it. Proof being that after I rebooted the new MacBook not only was all the data there but the desktop looked exactly like it did on the old Powerbook. All the little menu items and gooniness that she loves so much were all there and most of them were working flawlessly. There was some very minor tweaking to be done and probably some minot tweaking still to be done but all in all it worked easily enough.
The MacBook is QUICK, lively, responsive all that you could hope. I am jealous.

My little second hand iPod nano seems to be gasping. The little music player is hyper important to me. Music is still the thing that makes some parts of my life bearable. I’m curious about the new Blind Fury shuffle. Not to own. I don’t want a crappy pair of 29 buck headphones and third party headphone rushed out with the extra little controls are going to be over priced and no guarantee of sound quality.
I still covet an iPod Touch but they are still too expensive. Time to start saving up for a new Nano I guess.

I ended the day watching another episode of “King of the Texas Rangers”. A serial I got more out of curiosity. I wanted to see Hall Of Famer “Slingin'” Sammy Baugh. Oddly its become one of my favorite serials. Its consistent and at its worst its wryly amusing. I still love bits like cowboys dressed in full regalia including six guns SKY DIVING! Duncan Renaldo is great and Sammy Baugh is fascinating in the way he moves. He looks beautiful on horseback but then looks cramped and uncomfortable while driving a car, like a machine is trying to confine and restrict his great sense of full on motion.
I only have two episodes until I’ve finished it. This makes me sad. I like the world these guys inhabit.

One clarification. Yesterday I mentioned that three girls I tormented as a kid proposed marriage to me. It should be noted that they were also about 7 years old. My repsonse to their show of affection I reciprocated. I would throw smaller stones at them. And I would never try and put dry ice down the backs of their t-shirts.
I always had a way with the babes.

If you don’t want to die don’t be born
Ryhishiki Tseumoto

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Yesterday I made a root beer float. I made it in self defense.
It bought back a lot of memories. Ancient memories.Shoot the Piano Player
In our neighborhood a root beer float was called a brown cow. A float with Coke we called a black cow. I have no idea why. That was also the extent of our names and color palette.
When I was a kid one of my best friends was Pete. Pete was trouble, great trouble. As much fun as we had was always trouble.
The kind of fun we had was in our games like “War”. We all had wrist rockets. Tom and Pete and I would climb onto our garage roofs and shoot brads and bent nails at each other. It was exciting and dangerous. We always wore protection: green plastic army helmets.
After a salvo we’d climb down to score (and gather up more ammo). We had a complicated scoring system. Getting both ends of a brad to stick was worth two points, getting one to stick in the helmet was worth a half point. Getting a nail to go through the helmet deep enough to bleed was worth a full point etc.
Tom and I had a game that always appeals to 7 year old boys; stealing girl’s dolls. We would replace the dolls heads with plastic dinosaur heads or earthworms, or pretty much anything that would make girls shriek and threaten to tell our parents on us. They never ratted us out, in fact at least three of those girls proposed marriage.
While we were involved in this Pete came up on his bike. He’d been to the beach (he was a good surfer, even had his own board). Pete was all excited. The Starlight Theater was starting Saturday matinees. Ten cartoons, three Three Stooges shorts and a cheap horror movie. Fifty cents admission!
We were stoked.
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The premiere show was “Teenaged Frankenstein”, a movie that was already on TV but this was a chance to see it on a big screen with a few hundred of your buddies.
During the boring cartoons and during the slow parts of the movies we all prowled the aisles. The air was thick with tossed popcorn, popcorn boxes, soda cups, the occasional nerd’s jacket. The air was so thick with thrown stuff it was often hard to see the screen. That was cool by us. Everything got dead quiet during the Curly Stooges and whenever the monster was on the screen.
Those Kid’s Matinees were the lynch pin of our weeks for a long time. No experience came close to it for exuberance and fun in the dark until we discovered underground surf films with live bands.
I always had a dollar for the matinees. After admission I had fifty cents left. My special treat was toAlien buy an Eskimo Pie from the vending machine for a quarter and then a soda from another vending machine. A soda in a paper cup.
I’d sit in my seat and meticulously pick off the chocolate coating from the Eskimo pie, i’d pick it off with my teeth, then when I had a glob of melting ice cream, free of chocolate, I’d plunge the ice cream into the cup of soda and have a fancy float. (it was important to get every bit of chocolate off the Pie. I somehow had it in my head that chocolate, ice cream and soda would be poisonous. Pretty much the same way I decided that the top level of jelly or any jelly that had been touched by peanut butter was poisonous.)
That’s what I thought about when I ate/drank my brown cow yesterday. I remembered that and remembered how great it is to be alive.
Yesterday I spoke to the dentist. I thought we were setting up an appointment to get my teeth pulled. They’re not pulling the teeth. The oral surgeon saw my x-rays and sort of freaked.
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Normally people who’ve gone through chemo or who are in remission have the bone loss in a localized area, it then sort of grows from there. My bone loss is scattered throughout my mouth which is more common to people in the midst of full blown leukemia.
That kind of threw me.
What they want to do is pull one of the teeth and have it biopsyed.
It took a root beer float to ground me enough to decide that they were being over cautious. I’ve been through 4 different chemo trials. Been in remission all four times. Three times I came out of remission.
Calming down I was able to examine my body. I don’t feel anything like the three times prior. No soul crushing fatigue. No deep set agony in my skeleton. There’s just the normal pain I’m sort of used to.Alice In Wonderland
The greatest grief is from my teeth which do hurt pretty terribly. I’m tired but its because of weeks of bad sleep because of the pain in my mouth.
Last night I went to bed with a head that feels like it had been over inflated with a rusty bicycle pump. I got out of bed with the same feeling. I’ve been dealing with leukemia long enough to know that’s Still Life by Huillot
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not one of the symptoms.
Unscientifically I’ve decided that the scattered necrotic bone is more a result of the 3 chemo’s and the long term oral chemo that really does seem to have worked.
I’ve decided they’re just being overly cautious. Can’t blame anyone for that especially when its me they’re being overly cautious with!
I need to get these teeth extracted. They are hurting fiercely.

My friend survived her long excursion for her business meeting. She claims she was so tired she has little idea if the meeting was any good or worthwhile at all. She has a sense it was okay but can’t recall any details!
But her new MacBook arrived! I had to call UPS and roast them a little to get it delivered. They New Hampshire Hills by Maxfield Parrish
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expedited it so that it wouldn’t have to sit 10 miles away.
Its a beautiful machine. The glossy screen seems like it might be a hassle in some instances but to look at it is gloriously pleasant.
I was able to partition the drive, to set it up for dual booting into Windows with no problem at all. The machine is super quick.
I’m having a lot more grief trying to use the “Migration Assistant” to move all of her data from the PowerBook to the MacBook. It sees every computer but then just grinds away doing nothing!
Irksome.
I plan to have it done today, one way or another. The “Migration Assistant” would be the easiest way to move over keychains, apps and preference files but I can do it manually if I have to.
I remember when all Apple products just worked . . .

Life is hard; after all, it kills you
Katharine Hepburn

Nurse
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Went to the dentist yesterday. It didn’t go exactly as I expected.
Almost two hundred bucks for 10 x-rays and a referral to an oral surgeon. Seems like there’s moreWay Of The Dragon than just the 3 teeth that are bugging me. I have to have six extractions.
I wasn’t overly impressed with the dentist. But I think, in retrospect, that she was pretty good. She made a good guess at one of the chemo’s I’ve had. She could tell by the odd mode of my jaw bones disintegrating that I had had leukemia.
My bones are still dying. It looks like it shows up first in the teeth and the jaw. One of the teeth that bugs me without actively hurting has no bone beneath it at all. The big sign of leukemia is that the bone beneath it is dead but the bone to the teeth all around it appears to be okay.
The two teeth that really bug me and hurt to the point of numbing both sides of my face have dying bone. The teeth around them show signs that the bone is dying. The “hope” is that removing the teeth over the dying bone will cause the bone on either side to regenerate.
Two of the teeth are infected. I don’t know why but they don’t hurt me now, or maybe that’s yet. The infection will start killing the bone, which isn’t dead yet. (I prefer the word dead to the word necrotic – necrotic sounds so foreign, like its happening somewhere over there instead of happening to me.)
The last tooth to be removed is the broken tooth that got crowned. The crown shattered the tooth underneath it to the gum line. I guess the good news is that it doesn’t look like too difficult of an extraction. They shouldn’t have to cut the gum to pry it out or anything like that.
I asked before about just pulling them all. For some reason that’s a little beyond me this is a bad idea. Because of my bad immune system because of chemo and leukemia and the bad healing due Laurel and Hardy
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to the diabetes it could spur further infections and cause worse health issues. It has to be addressed in this piece meal fashion. As I sit in the chair I kept thinking this might be another way to extort extra bucks out of me. But I remembered my twenty five buck dentist told me something similar.
The good news is no cavities! I’ve never had a cavity or a filling.
She did ask me if this wasn’t causing me any pain. She thought I seemed rather calm. At first this irked me. I wondered if she wanted me to show up looking like Curly, from the Three Stooges, with the handkerchief tied up around my head around the jaw and making little rabbit ears on top of my head, then I should have walked in clutching my jaw and moaning as loudly as possible.
Of course if I did that I’d have been obligated to try and pull my teeth before coming to the dentist. You know by tying a string to one of them and then tying the other end of the string to a doorknobVillage of the Damned and then waiting for someone to open the door. Plans that fail even for the Stooges are usually a pretty bad idea.
The dentist asked if I need to be knocked out for the extractions. I said no. Then she asked if I’d want nitrous oxide. You know, laughing gas. Again I thought of the Stooges and their adventures with laughing gas. It was tempting but I said no to that as well.
Just stick me with long needles full of Novocain. I’m a maniac. I can take it.
They were supposed to call me with an appointment at the oral surgeons. No one did. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until it was too late to call.
I guess part of it was psychosomatic and part of it was disappointment but my teeth seemed to hurt about four times a s much as they did before. I had a difficult time closing my mouth on that plastic thing for my x-rays. I still can’t chew. But have gotten good at swallowing my food whole.
Purple Hoops
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Loosing six teeth scares me, not because of the pain but because I figure I’m going to look like a jack-o-lantern. My friend wants to take off work so she can drive me home from the tooth pulling episode. I think that’s sweet but its not a bad walk. The puppies and I go further than that almost every day. She points out I’ll be novacained and dopey from pain and a new mouth.
I just think I’m going to be too embarrassed to let anyone see me, at least for a while.

My friend has a rather frivolous meeting today. She has to go to the national office which about13 Ghosts ninety minutes away. The meeting might accomplish something but I think the main point of it is office political and a chance to show the acting VP’s control.
Thing is my fried ended up volunteering to take five other people with her! The new car can handle it but it also meant she had to get up at 6:30, which should have been six. She’s a gal who needs her sleep! My puppy has empathy.
Saturday we have to take the car in for some light work. We get a loaner!

Pair up in threes
Joe DiMaggio

Moon Dreams by Yana Foltice

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My friend and I were talking this weekend. We were talking about governments and my grief at getting some documents.Theater of Death
She said, “The government is there to make my life easier. That’s their job.”
I find such optimism charming. Even when I strongly disagree.
I think the governments job is to get paid.
I think that’s the absolute grief still left from Bush – he who believes in helping the rich, condemning the poor, who thinks freedom is not a right but a privilege for the select few; that the rich can lead the KC MO Library by gwENvision

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cattle cows of the poor to the slaughterhouse and have them singing nice pop tunes in praise of the abattoir while filling them with fear of the black helicopters that seek to enslave them. You got to love the Republicans, the Conservatives and any other ruling party.
We’re Americans and we do this kind of stuff better than most.
What I mean is that Bush hires guys, who hire guys, who hire guys building a pyramid, a great ponzi scheme to enrich themselves.
And the guys at the bottom, the faces of the government we actually deal with are guys with a sinecure, a job for life.
Funny thing is that government jobs, their raises, their promotions, their job prestige have twisted goals. No government employee gets a push for customer satisfaction.
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You can make a claim that elections are the ultimate expression of customer satisfaction, but elections haven’t really been that for a long time. Even the recent election was more about customer dissatisfaction and fear.
Have you ever heard of a cop getting a promotion because he went out and talked to kids and managed to get them to give up gang banging and cut crime? Of course not. Those guys are out there. Normally they get transferred out. Stopping crime cuts into federal allocated funds.
Its like a traffic cop doesn’t get kudos for stopping drivers and correcting bad driving habits. He gets his perks by writing tickets, and if he’s below his quota maybe he sees somethings that aren’t there. Because he’s got that guilty conscience or if his entire moral foundation has been eroded by his jobTrouble Man he gets nasty, surly and hate filled and takes it out on you for no reason over than he can.
They don’t fire this cop. They don’t try and calm him down. As long as he’s bringing in the money they give him promotions and praise. He gets to train others to be like him and all the other guys see that and begin to emulate him.
Or the corpulent 350 pound guy from Homeland Security. He can’t get another job. He’s fat, slovenly, sluggish and not very bright in the bargain but he gets to go through all of your belongings at the airport and he gets to keep whatever he sees or likes because in his limited world he can make a case for it being dangerous. Once one of these clones confiscated a nail clipper so I wouldn’t clip a stewardesses jugular or something.
He’s got a government job. Its impossible for him to get fired. Ever.
All the way down to the crabby lady at the DMV. She’s been there for 20 years. She’s mean, Hawkman and Adam Strange

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inaccurate hates her job and hates you, sees you as an inconvenience in the way of her happy life dream. She’ll be there until they promote her or she decides to retire at a pension that will pay her 80% of her salary. No one cares, in government, that she’s inept and slowing down a flawed system even further. She shows up.
I was in the Immigration office in London. Leave me alone too long and I explore. I saw a chart on the wall, very prominent. It was a list of all the immigration officers and it tracked how many Jamaicans, Africans and Hispanics they’d managed to deport or deny entry. Maybe it was a pool but it looked to white board official not be sanctioned.
There was no chart for how many people they’d allowed in who were leading happy productive lives, contributing to the community. Governments can’t afford to expand their vision that far.
You can always remember a good experience with a government official or agency because they are The Tiger Woman rare glowing moments that shock and surprise. It takes a while to recollect all the miserable times with the government because they are the rule. Why remember the routine and ordinary.
It will take a generation to get rid of Bush’s deadwood. Obama, shockingly, seems to be making attempts in that direction. I think that will fail.

We tried to watch “The Watchmen” yesterday. We were both falling asleep within fifteen minutes. What a dreary, talky mess.
I read “The Watchmen” comic. I thought it was okay. I even sought out some other Alan Moore stuff. As to thinking it was a “great novel”. I’m a bit dumbfounded by that. I didn’t even think it was a great comic book.
We watched the super hyped credit sequence set to Dylan’s “The Times They Are A’Changing” and thought it was just messy.
We went and watched something else. Enjoyed it.

Dentist tomorrow.
I expect to have three teeth pulled. I’ll be aggravated that they won’t let me have the teeth. I want to save them up.
In “The Mother and the Whore” there’s a character, an artist. He plans to have his left hand amputated and then place it in an ornate jar with a brass inscription that says, “The Artist’s Hand 1956-1973”. I don’t want to got hat far I just want to have a cigar box collection of the things I used to be. Like Seth Brundle in Cronenberg’s “The Fly”. A display of the proof that I at least used to be human.
New Hat

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This morning the ibuprofen nearly masked the mouth pain. I was considering canceling the appointment, not seriously considering but it crossed my mind for sure. I can barely chew food now. When these 3 teeth (if it only becomes 3) are gone it will still be hard to eat, to chew. Of course I’m more worried about how I’ll look.
Appointments at ten. I expect the crabbiness to last for about 30 days . . .
On the 20th I have to see the GP doctor . . . so much fun.
On Saturday we have to take the new car in for warranty work. Nothing serious. Squeaky brakes and a blown sounding front speaker.
Its been raining. Warmish and damp. A chilling damp. Plenty of mud so the dogs are very happy.
I’ve cut back on feeding skanky cat. Yesterday I discovered she was living in or at least keeping outThe Unearthly of the weather in the collapsed bomb shelter.
The idea of trapping a feral cat, taking her/it to the vet fatigues me. I’ve decided to feed it only every other day. That should keep it comfortable enough to stay alive but hungry enough to look for someplace else to hang out.
At least I hope so. I don’t know much about cats. I think they started the bubonic plague and give people cancer. At least that’s what I’ve heard.
There’s so much that I think that I’ve forgotten. Maybe its not important but it seems important to me. At least too important to risk forgetting. Remembering used to be in my blood.

We’ll love you just the way you are if you’re perfect
Alanis Morissette

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The dogs were crazy yesterday. I like them crazy when they’re crazy happy.
Last night my puppy was sitting in front of me and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment Underworld and love.
I’m reminded everyday that I’m still capable of that sort of depth of feeling. It was just slightly surprising to feel it for my puppy.
I like what she is and what she’s become.
In all of the hullaballoo of illness and all I think I forgot to report that the dogs and I are heroes. On the day the gentle dog went to work with my friend Giant dog and my puppy were walking around the park (to avoid the flooding) and a little white dog, sort of a Maltese Yorkie mix kind of thing came up and tried to play with my dogs.
It was having a world of fun bounding at them and wiggling its butt at Japanese Poems by Eisen
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them. I took the leash off of my puppy and, after three attempts, managed to snag the little girl. She had a tag on her and she was lucky I knew the address or at least where to look for the address.
I was worried about walking with my puppy without a leash. She seemed to understand and walked in a perfect heel the entire way.
We found the apartment building and a passing woman recognized the dog. She gave us the apartment number as she hustled away.
We knocked. The little white dog was getting agitated. A woman in her late 70’s or early 80’s answered. She was scared. I forgot that tall men in shades and leather might not be the most comforting thing to see at your door. She was in a walker. I noticed, in retrospect that she had the walker jammed in such a way that I couldn’t have pressed in to her home too easily.
When she saw the little white dog she let out a screech. The little dog, clearly with lots of practice Girl and Parrot
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scaled the walker and into her arms. She started to tremble and cry. I was worried she’d have a stroke or something. Between sobs she told me that the little dog had been lost for almost 3 days. He grand daughter took her for a walk on Sunday and she escaped (the dog, not the grand daughter . . . I think). She’d been calling the shelter. I saw a stack of about a hundred fliers with the little dogs picture xeroxed in it. She was going to put them up today. She complained about how her son-in-law wouldn’t come help her.
She offered us a reward. I declined. I’m stupid that way. My puppy and the giant dog both pointed out that they were the real heroes and extorted a couple of milk bones from the old lady.
We walked home happy.Tobor the Great
This reminds me of how many things go in the day that I forget, that I don’t record and that I’ll have no place left to find those memories again.
My friend is still sick. Now she’s added vomiting during the night to her cough and general achiness. Without much hassle I convinced her to go to the doctor. He wasn’t much help. Gave her prescription for an antibiotic, more as a preventive against a lung infection and some sort of inhaler.
Its no miracle cure but I feel better that something might be getting done to heal her. Her spirits are better.
I wonder how much of this is due to stress and conflict with her new temporary boss. Her old boss, who retired, was a nationally recognized figure in Conservation and Wild Life preservation. The two of them got along very very well.
The new boss is a national VP who has taken on some extra duties and seems committed to rising Alice 19th by AbstractAnime
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up the corporate ladder (at least whatever ladder there is in a not for profit). Her background is banking.
My friend reports her saying a number of “slogans” that I attribute to MBA’s who are out of their depth. The new boss also has few social skills. I’ve dealt with so many people with poor social skills a lot of her responses are almost text book.
It frustrates me as all I can do is be supportive and try to give some insight. The insight is to never openly defy such a person, no matter how stupid their demands are. They can’t handle that. Most people can’t cope well with open defiance but for this type its enough to send them into a paroxysm. Stick to your guns (which I don’t even need to vocalize to my friend – she’s like that) and so long as the MBA isn’t threatened and can see your correctness in such a way that she can take credit you’ll eventually win. Its a painful process.
It slowly seems to be working. I just hope my friend can survive it.The Young Nurses
I’ve been all twisted up with sickness too. More of a general malaise then anything. I’m pretty certain its not “empathy” sickness. I’m not that sort of empathetic person.
That reminds me of this kid who came to play for my team. He lived about two hours away by train! He never missed a practice. He just wanted to be a great athlete. He wasn’t very good but he had heart and sometimes that’s enough.
As a coach your main job is to see the potential. If you can’t see it its the coaches fault, not the kids. This kid wanted to be a linebacker. He didn’t have the size, speed or strength to play linebacker. I tried him at strong safety, which was a better fit. We were working on his speed and footwork as well as training him in reading formations.
During practice he was off with some kids while I was working a passing tree with the RB’s, slot backs, and tight ends. Suddenly I heard a horrible screech. The kid was on his knees crying, holding his left arm. I’ve got my Red Cross first aid certificate and a St Johns certificate and one of my coaches day job was as a paramedic so I felt confident enough to cut his pads from him. He had the worst dislocated shoulder I have ever seen!
I’m serious when I say that a dislocated shoulder is the worst pain I’ve ever felt. But when you pop it back in its almost like nothing that bad had ever happened. I’ve been seeing black from dislocated shoulders and did crazy stuff like wedging my arms between fence posts to pop it back in the socket. It hurts bad.
This kids shoulder was, no exaggeration, sticking about 5 inches above his clavicle. I’m so Japanese Art Print
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empathetic to the pain of others that I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. Jocks have the tendency of being fascinated with the injuries of others. There was no way we were going to attempt to pop this in on our own. It took three kids to carry him to the car. Two making a cradle and one just supporting his arm.
I took him to hospital and the doctors were also horrified. They had a machine they’d never had to use that winched his arm out so they could line it up and pop it into the socket. They were excited about getting to use this piece of shiny gear . . .and my empathy reached so far as to remember to not grin or laugh about the severity of the energy. Of course I was worried andThis Island Earth concerned but underneath those layers was the, “Have you ever seen anything so cool!” I’d have ignored it if the two doctors weren’t so excited about getting to use that new piece of gear.
So I don’t think that my unwellness has anything to do with empathy with my friends illness. No history to justify that.
I’m just feeling beaten up. Not that big a deal. My teeth are killing me. I can barely wait for the dentist on Tuesday. The pain has gotten to the point where the right side of my face is numb. That always brings up scary memories of the bout with Bells Palsy.
I can still laugh.

Whoever is happy will make others happy too
Anne Frank

Paper Planes by Mach2Moo I’ve been trying to, well needing to more than trying to, gather together some legal documents.
I got one that really miffed me to get. I don’t think anyone, especially a government, has much right The Lost World to see what’s inside me, or what led me to be where I am.
For one thing, they don’t care about people. They care about votes and retirement plans, their own. No government has ever been able to care about people. Government cares about itself and only responds to people when it has no choice. It reacts only when its own life is at stake. That’s governments nature like all living things its seeks only its own survival.
Like my agent always said; “Don’t trust anyone until you can see what’s in it for them.
So I had to get this document. Had to FAX them a notarized statement attesting to who I was and asserting my right to a copy of this document.
Fair enough. I wouldn’t want any bored jerk having access to this stuff. There’d be no point to it other than some sort of scam or nasty nosiness.
Pavel Lagutin I got the doc and when I looked at it it was the wrong one . . . It was painful to look at. More so when I slowly realized it was the wrong one. It made me feel bad seeing someone else’s pain and loss laid out like that. It made me want to give up.
I got reasonable. I called the government and asked them what was going on. They only paid attention because they had sent me stuff I had no right to. My issues, of course, meant nothing to them. The only issue was that they violated their own self generated laws.
I didn’t expect anything more.
I got to speak to a supervisor. I got threatened because to get this doc I clearly had to say I wasn’t who I said I was. When they got the notarized statement they semi admitted they’d made a mistake, only semi admitted.The Spy Who Came
The super told me something I found deeply interesting. They’d only gone on computers since 2002. They’d had the prisoners, convicts, people in jail do the actual entry.
I thought about Chino and Tehachipi prisons. These aren’t the white collar prisons, or even the high profile crime prisons. These are the fundamental jails. I thought it sort of made sense to have a gang banger type learning data entry. Its an honourable, if deadly boring, job. I asked how much they were paid, like minimum wage, ten bucks an hour or like 15 cents an hour. She wouldn’t tell me. Probably didn’t know. Government employees always find its better to make you feel like you’re treading on thin ice instead of admitting ignorance.
In any event they can’t find the doc. They’ll have to do a physical search. RAH!
There’ll be millions and millions of scraps of paper, all stored in a warehouse. I worked in one of those document warehouse for a week. Thirty foot ceilings with those wobbly steel racks stretching from the floor to the ceiling. I used to think they had little robot arms that would descend from the ceiling. An operator would sit in the booth and type in a name then the robot arms would ratchet on over and pull out the right box and place it on some slate gray table while a guy in slate gray overalls (old records are dusty things) would, without pomp, riffle through and pull out the right document then complete the required 26 forms to show he had removed it, when, for whom and where it would be presently located.
Party Girl Actually its some poor guy, not making enough money, pushing one of those library like ladders down the aisle, the amble up, worry about falling then dump the thing on a table. It sits there until they feel like going through it. If they don’t find it right away it gets pushed to the back of the table to be looked at when the boss is looking at you and you need to look busy.
I despair ever seeing the document, but who knows.
They’re searching today. I have to call them this afternoon.
You know if you’re Irish or Italian or from almost any place that is not America, and you are over seas and you are unlucky enough to get robbed the Embassies for that government will get you a meal, find you some accommodations and try and help you get home with the least amount of stress.
The American embassies were always the worst in the world but during the Bush years they gotThe Red House even worse.
I was scuttling through Trafalgar Square one morning when I was approached by a guy I hardly knew, but I did no him. He was well dressed but looked rough as hell.
He was n London on his honeymoon. He’d been staying in a hotel in Earls Court! Not the smartest place to stay. He’d gotten robbed in his hotel, cleaned out. He was relieved only that he nor wis wife Marvel Heroes were hurt. The hotel chucked him out when he couldn’t pay. (They were only there for a few days before heading on to see the Continent).
He went to the Embassy and the clerks, who are never American, asked him, “What do you expect us to do?”
After fighting for a couple hours to speak to an American he got pretty much the same response, at least this time it was said to him with a Texas accent, which I guess made him feel better.
The extent of the Embassies help to this poor slob was that he could use the Embassy’s address so the credit card companies could send him new cards. They didn’t give him a meal. They gave him a list of homeless shelters . . . They wouldn’t even let him use the Embassy phone to call them.
Hell of a honeymoon. He was lucky, I had enough to spot him a hundred pounds or so, to at least get cleaned up and feed him and his wife.
I never did get the money back, but he did call me when he finally got to go back home, which i something.
The thing is that until Obama changes the face of the people who are the contact we have the Golden Gate Bridge government things are only going to get worse. At the top the people we’ve elected keep getting proved to be corrupt and self serving jerks. That’s the only part of trickle down that Bush allowed, even the small clerks are lazy, venal and totally unconcerned about the people paying their salaries. Why should they care? They won’t lose their jobs by being rude or by doing nothing.
Doing something is the only thing that puts them at risk.

We are getting my friend a new computer. Getting it on the never never. The cheapest MacBook. I was surprised to realize that it is about three hundred bucks cheaper than my 8 year old Powerbook!
The powerbook is still functioning, but it’s 512 meg of ram and 846 mhz CPU are . . . not quite up to it. I might make it into a media server or an eBook, except the battery holds no charge anymore.The Underworld Story
This was prompted by Apple’s upgrades yesterday and by the fact that I did their recommended software updates yesterday and got the dreaded linked files in the B-Catalog. For Windows people that like a corrupt FAT directory.
Apple drives seem to fail faster than WIndows drives, but that might just be me and the fact that its easier to abuse a Mac drive than a Windows drive.
I wasted some time and managed to get everything back up and running without any noticeable data loss. My friend uses the Powerbook for mainly personal stuff. It doesn’t make the data any less valuable. The new MacBook can run Windows (yuk) via BootCamp so it will have some appreciable value in work and maybe getting some clients who can only conceive of working in Windows . . . Since Mac can read Windows files and can also save in a Windows environment I figure Windows won’t be all that much in evidence. It is still an ugly OS and I remain startled by people who still find it synonymous with computers.
I just hope it lasts as long as my relic PowerBook, a relic from when Apple cared about its products.
For me, its daily back-ups and waiting for the internal drive to fail . . . again.

I did manage to finish “The Delightful Forest” last night and stay awake! It was pretty excellent. It ended in one of those “Hero vs the army” style combats. Very cool stuff. Lung Ti is always inspiring.
The final resolution was fascinating. Lung Ti ends up becoming a blood thirsty Toasist holy man! This seems to be intended as a happy ending!