Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
“People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn’t have a chance in the U.K., where the National Health Service would say the life of this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is essentially worthless”
via It doesn’t take Stephen Hawking to figure this one out | Jay Bookman.
Partly Cloudy. No not the weather – which is hot and sunny – but the Internet. Or at least my Internet.
Who knows if cloud computing is going to be around in 2 years. Or if it will take over computer based apps. I have tried some. Rejected some. And embraced others.
Big tropical thunder clouds:
Little fluffy cloud toys:
Summer finally arrived today. It is just plain hot. I am sure I should be annoyed by something. But, it is just too hot to get heated up.
Well, actually, I can get heated up about all this heat and fire over health care. This senior has no problem with euthanasia and strongly supports assisted suicide.
Yesterday I decided that I should fire up my little computer and be sure every thing still worked. In less than 10 minutes the Ubuntu partition was all updated and good to go. So, I booted up the XP partition. An hour and several reboots later, I turned it off. Fired it back up this morning and it is still frantically downloading patches and updates to its private parts.
As for the slug, I found it walking home from volunteering on friday – fx01.
(Technology) Things that I am surprisingly pleased with:
Hiroshima, 64 years ago – The Big Picture – Boston.com.
Political commentary aside, the Boston Globe has collected 30 some images from Hiroshima.
As for me – Hiroshima was OK. Saved American lives. Nagasaki was not.
I guess someone got annoyed that I was on Twitter but not Tweeting.
Just a picture today. Nothing to complain about – except complete lack of adult beverages. But, I have no one to blame but myself for that.
It has been over a month since I started converting my life to “less paper”. Not completely paperless – just less. I have almost finished revisiting my filing box. Anything in it that I think needs saving I am scanning to PDFs. And I have sort of replicated my paper filing system of folders in my computer. New stuff like “important” receipts are scanned and saved for no apparent reason – like the receipt for my new Oly lens. Minor receipts – like from the grocery – I scan them and saved by month. I used to save minor receipts in little sandwich bags – one bag per month and would save them for a year or two. Also for no apparent reason.
And other things like articles to read or recipes to try – they too can be scanned to PDF or printed to PDF’s from the internet. I have a folder called The Fridge and use it for that sort of things.
I am sure there is special software to do this – but I just use stuff that comes with Ubuntu.
Now that I have a twitter account – now what? Do old ladies tweet? do they tweet about depends? Or my very favorite “keep government out of healthcare” from people on Medicare?
I checked on my goth granddaughter. Her choice of twitter background is the same as mine. one of us should be very worried.
Went and tweaked my tweet page a little. Don’t want to have the same background as goth girl child.
Feel free to tweet at me – just don’t expect me to tweet back!
Well, I opened a twitter account. When I found out that United had cheaper plane fares available to tweeters. The older I get the harder it is to stay in the technology fast lane. Who am I kidding, I long ago left the fast lane. Heck, I am just trying to stay out of technology Depends.
And not two days after I update my Word Press software – it starts nagging me to upgrade again. Sigh.
Management put up a notice in the elevators announcing that it tossing eggs off the balconies at pedestrians is not allowed. One of my neighbors said that he would not have paid an extra 100K for a balcony if he had known he couldn’t lob eggs over the edge. As for me, eggs are too expensive to toss. But then I buy eggs from fat red chickens at the farm market. Might feel like tossing eggs over board if I got them at Costco.
GOOD NEWS: I slapped the mouse a few times and bingo – it returned to life. I know it is a Microsoft mouse. But, we do get attached to our mice. Figure that I’ll die with mine gripped in my liver spotted hand.
Like President Obama, I wasn’t really born in the USA. I was born in West, BY GOD, Virginia. And, if anyone thinks that WV is a part of the USA – well, they haven’t been there. Radio announcers used to say “Good Morning America, and you too West Virginia”. Heck, I was over 50 before I would admit that I was born there.
Are there no Republicans out there with both brains and guts enough to shout down the “base”? It is a sad day for the grand ole party when I look back fondly at Newt Gingrich.
I recall that the Republic survived the KnowNothing Party – yes, boys and girls, in the 40’s and 50’s (1840’s) there was a Know Nothing Party, whose platform included such popular themes as:
Sound familiar???