There are many ways of going forward but only one way of standing still.
Franklin Roosevelt
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Hello Blackfoot Idaho
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Built into almost every work schedule is at least one day off a week. In the theatre it's usually Monday and it's known as the Day of Rest. If the show is still in rehearsal there won't be much rest for the actors who will be still memorizing lines and peering into the script to find threads of action and volition for their characters.
In some areas time off is known as Rest and Recreation (R&R), also known as Rest and Relaxation, or Rehabilitation, or even Regeneration. But I have a different translation of those initials, it's Rest and , Rest and Recreation .
I don't know where the rest part comes if your recreation is playing golf or tennis, going to the beach, taking the kids to the amusement park or firing up the back yard barbecue and inviting the neighbors over, unless it's when you crash, exhausted from all the fun you had.
In my neighborhood, on the first nice day of Spring, the repair work begins. Lawns are being mowed, hedges trimmed, wood chopped, leaves blown around, roofs fixed, windows replaced, gutters cleaned and such. The neighbors are very busy getting the place fixed up so they can enjoy the nice weather. The problem is that the repair work goes on until the last of Autumn. There is no sitting in the back yard and enjoying the cool breeze and the gentle chirping of birds because someone is repairing something and making a racket doing it. Which is why I usually stay indoors during the day.
My house mate on the first floor, who works on a computer in an insurance agency, told me today that she has never known anyone who has as much computer trouble as I do. I spent most of Friday and Saturday morning tracking down all the places where my password is accepted because some pirate stole it and has caused me and others a lot of trouble. I think I've done it. Time will tell. But there are other things wrong that need fixing. Among them I get windows that pop up telling me I have to do things that make no sense and this is the second time I'm writing this entry because at least once a day it signs off with no warning, it did that and I lost everything I had written. More calls will have to be made to Verizon and AOL. I will spend a lot of time repairing the damage that has happened. It is much too often that in order to do the simple things I like to do here I have to clean up, fix and restore the very device that allows me to do those things.
So that's my day off. The Day of Repair.
DB - The Vagabond
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Never give up.
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SPRING QUESTION
(This is not a contest)
Come on. 11 diverse and interesting answers so far. Where's yours?
NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.
Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?
dbdacoba@aol.com
I eagerly await your answer.
DB
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Showing posts with label computer trouble. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 5, 2011
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Daily Items
For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him?
I Corinthians
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Item #1 -- The difference between childhood and old age is that when you are a child, most of the people in the world are older than you are. They have most of the wisdom and most of the authority. And then one day, one hour, one moment when you don't realize it, suddenly most of the people in the world are younger than you are. They may not have most of the wisdom but they have most of the authority.
Item #2 -- On Thursday of last week the computer erased about 16 hours of my work. No getting it back. I've redone about 3 hours if it. I'm searching for my enthusiasm.
Item #3 -- Upon Krissy's suggestion, which was a good one, I cleaned out my closet. As a result I have a large leather bag filled to the brim with clothes, most of it in good condition. I wanted to donate it to the Salvation Army, but they don't send a truck to pick up just a single bag. So here it sits.
Item #4 -- This month, the month of the Income Tax and a malfunctioning telephone, I must go from the 1st to the 21st with no income. The longest possible stretch to the SS check. At the end of the month there will be no money left, but there will be a bit of standard type food in the apartment, finally, food I don't have to chew. Wasn't it T. S. Eliot who said April is the cruelest month?
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
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Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(TSE)
Item #5 -- There's another exhibit of paintings by local artists, But I'm unable to display any of my paintings. It's in another town and I had no means of getting them there.
Item #6 -- No one is expected to know who JB is.
Item #7 -- One effect of living a vagabond life is learning to do things for myself, even if it takes my three times as long. I'm not used to asking for help. I don't know where help is.
Item #8 -- The computer is not enabling me to post "gadgets." Thanks to Bill I have a camera to take photos of my paintings. But then I don't know if I can put them up. I'll have to solve that somehow. And I'll have to get my printer working.
Item #9 -- Will power is a mighty thing and something we must never sacrifice to an emasculated god. It must always be used for benefit, never for harm.
Item #10 -- My first real job, as a teenager with a Social Security number, was at the Port Chester Daily Item. I worked in the circulation department one summer. I operated a machine that wrapped up newspapers for the mail. Two summers later I had my first professional acting job.
DB - The Vagabond
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I Corinthians
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Item #1 -- The difference between childhood and old age is that when you are a child, most of the people in the world are older than you are. They have most of the wisdom and most of the authority. And then one day, one hour, one moment when you don't realize it, suddenly most of the people in the world are younger than you are. They may not have most of the wisdom but they have most of the authority.
Item #2 -- On Thursday of last week the computer erased about 16 hours of my work. No getting it back. I've redone about 3 hours if it. I'm searching for my enthusiasm.
Item #3 -- Upon Krissy's suggestion, which was a good one, I cleaned out my closet. As a result I have a large leather bag filled to the brim with clothes, most of it in good condition. I wanted to donate it to the Salvation Army, but they don't send a truck to pick up just a single bag. So here it sits.
Item #4 -- This month, the month of the Income Tax and a malfunctioning telephone, I must go from the 1st to the 21st with no income. The longest possible stretch to the SS check. At the end of the month there will be no money left, but there will be a bit of standard type food in the apartment, finally, food I don't have to chew. Wasn't it T. S. Eliot who said April is the cruelest month?
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(TSE)
Item #5 -- There's another exhibit of paintings by local artists, But I'm unable to display any of my paintings. It's in another town and I had no means of getting them there.
Item #6 -- No one is expected to know who JB is.
Item #7 -- One effect of living a vagabond life is learning to do things for myself, even if it takes my three times as long. I'm not used to asking for help. I don't know where help is.
Item #8 -- The computer is not enabling me to post "gadgets." Thanks to Bill I have a camera to take photos of my paintings. But then I don't know if I can put them up. I'll have to solve that somehow. And I'll have to get my printer working.
Item #9 -- Will power is a mighty thing and something we must never sacrifice to an emasculated god. It must always be used for benefit, never for harm.
Item #10 -- My first real job, as a teenager with a Social Security number, was at the Port Chester Daily Item. I worked in the circulation department one summer. I operated a machine that wrapped up newspapers for the mail. Two summers later I had my first professional acting job.
DB - The Vagabond
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Favorite Friends
Love is the reason for it all.
Dorothy Fields
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I have some more thank yous to pass out. I was very impressed by some of the comments I received about the last entry I made before the disaster, Enlightened Ebbing, Because of the computer trouble I wasn't able to read them until last Tuesday evening. I'm grateful for the good thinking of the commenters. I am also very pleased with the responses from people who are glad I'm back on line.
I was talking with someone the other day about former friends. We have all known people who have passed from our lives, not always necessarily for good reasons. I was thinking about people I used to know and thought that I had more former friends than I have friends. But then there's a strong possibility that there are friends I haven't met yet.
Friendship is a difficult thing to measure. Good time friends are fun. But when the dangers and fears of life start to threaten is when real friendship is tested.
One of the hardest things about my recent trouble was that I could not tell anyone why I wasn't communicating any more. Along with that came the rage over the injustice of not being able to put down my ideas and explore the ideas of others. It may seem like a small matter considering how much some people are suffering, but a wrong is wrong no matter how big or small it is. And no one should have to abide them.
The purpose of my journals has always been to share and exchange, not to complain, pass harsh judgement or be abusive to anyone. It is a practice of love that prompts it. To be deprived of that practice for a stupid reason, or for any reason, is not acceptable to me or the world.
When I signed on to my computer October 13 the first thing it said was that it could not connect with Windows. I called Verizon and was told to insert the Windows CD. That didn't work. I then called Dell who while attempting to fix it discovered that I could not get on the Internet. He advised me to call Verizon. Thus began a series of phone calls, some of which were 3 to 5 hours long, as one technician after another tried to fix the problem. Picture me with feathers flying back and forth across a net.
I discovered today that by a stroke of good thinking I had saved all of my stories on one of my journals. Everything is there, including all of "Brian and Christine." The only one missing is the tale about Blackie the Bristol Python. But I know I printed that one out.
Simple joys are best.
DB - The Vagabond
Dorothy Fields
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I have some more thank yous to pass out. I was very impressed by some of the comments I received about the last entry I made before the disaster, Enlightened Ebbing, Because of the computer trouble I wasn't able to read them until last Tuesday evening. I'm grateful for the good thinking of the commenters. I am also very pleased with the responses from people who are glad I'm back on line.
I was talking with someone the other day about former friends. We have all known people who have passed from our lives, not always necessarily for good reasons. I was thinking about people I used to know and thought that I had more former friends than I have friends. But then there's a strong possibility that there are friends I haven't met yet.
Friendship is a difficult thing to measure. Good time friends are fun. But when the dangers and fears of life start to threaten is when real friendship is tested.
One of the hardest things about my recent trouble was that I could not tell anyone why I wasn't communicating any more. Along with that came the rage over the injustice of not being able to put down my ideas and explore the ideas of others. It may seem like a small matter considering how much some people are suffering, but a wrong is wrong no matter how big or small it is. And no one should have to abide them.
The purpose of my journals has always been to share and exchange, not to complain, pass harsh judgement or be abusive to anyone. It is a practice of love that prompts it. To be deprived of that practice for a stupid reason, or for any reason, is not acceptable to me or the world.
When I signed on to my computer October 13 the first thing it said was that it could not connect with Windows. I called Verizon and was told to insert the Windows CD. That didn't work. I then called Dell who while attempting to fix it discovered that I could not get on the Internet. He advised me to call Verizon. Thus began a series of phone calls, some of which were 3 to 5 hours long, as one technician after another tried to fix the problem. Picture me with feathers flying back and forth across a net.
I discovered today that by a stroke of good thinking I had saved all of my stories on one of my journals. Everything is there, including all of "Brian and Christine." The only one missing is the tale about Blackie the Bristol Python. But I know I printed that one out.
Simple joys are best.
DB - The Vagabond
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