Author: Peg

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I am very unhappy with my Verzion DSL. For my $20 per month I get about .74 Mb/s down and .13 up. Which is more or less what they promised. They have better DSL – but they don’t sell it to people who live in FIOS areas. They want me to belly up to the $600/year FIOS bar. grumble grumble bitch bitch whine complain

I don’t want to reward Verizon. Which leaves me with Comcast as another $600/year option. grumble grumble bitch bitch whine complain

Most  of our neighborhood power is underground. But, 2 blocks from here several hugh transformers live behind 12 foot wooden fences. But, every now and then, the workmen are inside and they leave the gates open. These things remind me of the 1931 Frankenstein movie.

Note to Rick Santorum – Senator McCain is my go to guy about torture.

Most days when I am walking home from work … I come upon the Cupcake Truck. I am not sure when cupcakes overtook donuts as an item worth waiting on line for. (Dangling Participle Alert). The cupcake fad is at least 4 years old in our area. Enough already.

I am will not be running for the Republican Presidential nomination in 2012. But, I am sure I would win if I did run.

I hope I am accepted, but not too soon! We decided to go to Georgetown. Heck, this is the only way I am going to get a Mass of Christian Burial. And, what if Stephen Hawking and I are wrong? (See Previous Entry).

It was sort of fun filling out your own death certificate. For occupation I wanted to put in “crone” – but – I figured that the Jesuits might be bereft of humor about death certificates. So, I proudly put in Computer Programmer. Not “Corporate Executive”, “Systems Analyst”, “Information Technology Worker”. But “Computer Programmer”. Computer Hack, Code Slinger from the days when computers where big hunks of fire breathing iron. Steam Punk machines, if you wish.

Enough of planning to take my game to the next level. I just discovered that I can go from DC to Vegas to Albuquerque to DC for less than a round trip to Albuquerque. I think there are shows in my future…

For a while now – I have a small amount of money set aside for micro-loans. I use Kiva.org which may or may not be the best option. I can only hope that they actually do what they seem to do and are not spending all the money on “conferences” at the Singapore Sands Hotel. (Not being totally altruistic – a visit to that hedonistic pleasure palace 85 miles from the equator is on the Bucket List.)

One of my loans was just paid-in-full by Rose, 56 years old in Kenya. They sent this note:

Thank you for your loan. Rose used all the money she received to buy 2 sacks of sugar, 5 bundles of flour and 3 boxes of soap. Her income before the loan was Kshs 3,500 and it has risen to Kshs 5,200 after the loan period. Rose did not face any challenges during her loan term. She is happy that she was able to pay school fees for her children without much struggle.

I guess this is supposed to make me feel good. But, it actually makes me sad that so little from me (100% of which I got back) could make a difference.

Thru my foundation – I guarantee larger micro-loans. But, I have never had to pay up.

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Mom was a hillbilly from West Virginia. Dad was a Cajun from Point Coupe Parrish Louisiana. Dad’s old stomping grounds is in the  Morganza floodway. Soon to be underwater.

Uncle Wesley was Dad’s brother. This was a good Catholic family – and I haven’t a clue why he was named Wesley. But, Aunt Mary was my favorite from the vast pantheon of aunts and uncles. She didn’t have any kids and treated me like a grown up person. And, she had ice cream every night as a bedtime snack. So, I always wanted to stay with Aunt Mary when we made our annual pilgrimage to Louisiana.

Got a nice new set of Shure earbuds from BHPhoto today. I am death on earbuds. If they last a year I am happy – Shure buds usually last 18 months or so. These have replaceable cords – so maybe – these will last two years. But, I absolutely adore new earbuds.

And, I got nice new replacement pads for my faithful old Sennheiser PX-1oo’s. Good as new for another five years – if I don’t step on them.

Mario’s Pizza – our neighborhood dive that did not catch fire the other day.

No, not endangering our apartment – but endangering Mario’s. Mario’s being our famous ca 1954 pizza and sub shop. None of your standardized Domino’s or Subway chow. I doubt that they have cleaned the grill since Kennedy was in the White House. And, unlike some of our other culinary institutions – most recently Ray’s Hell Burgers – no sitting president has ever dined at Mario’s. The Secret Service wouldn’t allow it. POTUS’s life wouldn’t be at risk – but the Presidential arteries would become dangerously clogged after just one “Lefty’s Special”.

An expedition is being planned to Truth or Consequences NM. I peeked at it with street view. Reminded me of how much I hate the desert. Everything either sticks, stings or bites. The much vaulted beauty of the desert is way too subtle for my urban eyes. And, one can not get there by public transport. The grey dog doesn’t even stop there. It just drives right on thru. And, I doubt they have a Starbucks.

 

Microsoft buys Skype was one of today’s investment  headlines. “There Goes Skype” would be a better headline.

Noticed that Obama went to the old home place – El Paso – today. There isn’t much good to be said about El Paso. Let’s see:

• It has good Mexican food.
• It is seriously cheap to live there.
• If you are going to die anyhow – you can get really good nursing aides to take  outstanding care of your dying ass for very little money. If you know where to look.
• It feels so good to LEAVE El Paso…
• Which would make dying not so bad!

Still have the allergies. But, we have sun and warm weather. Also, my terrace is overrun by “clover mites”. Trust me “clover mites”, there ain’t no clover up here. Carlton declared them chiggers. But the building folks say they are “clover mites”. So, I declared them “clover mites”. “Clover mites” don’t bite. Chigger do. So, I chose to believe the critters are “clover mites”. And I went out an enjoyed a nice couple of hours on my terrace.