Today was the start of my first computer break in a very long time. I spent the week getting into condition for this by spending less time at the computer each day this week. I was proud. Way too proud.
My desktop crashed. For some brilliant reason that once made sense to me I had decided to get rid of my home network. Bad move, Pia, really truly bad.
I am much poorer now than I was five hours ago. I am not any wiser. Nor is my desktop with the 20 inch monitor and truly great color working. Calling somebody in to try to fix it would make sense if I were making money. I lose money. This is a blog. Out damn blog.
99.999% of all people I meet are so impressed that I’m a large mammal in TTLB, they can’t yawn fast enough.
“Didn’t you used to write for a newspaper?”
I will forever be known as the person who once wrote for a paper and left to blog. That’s not why I left. I left to write a book. Then I found blogging or blogging found me. I have never totally understood. Love it. The book(s) have begun to take precedence over blogging. Thankfully. Maybe last night’s crash was a less than subtle hint about where my priorities should be, are, and will remain.
But I spend money on blogging. Though I should do ads, I would feel weird. It would ruin the integrity of the world’s largest billboards, my sidebars.
I was reading some blogs. How can people describe themselves and their blogs as: “hysterical,” very very funny,” witty and wise,” and other things? People ask me to describe Courting; “Duh, uh, duh, I don’t know.”
“Are you funny?”
“uh, more in life, occasionally
I wish that I could be decisive, spew out all my great points, and write about my wild and wacky life. But I would feel strange assuming that other people think that I am. Especially since many people think that I’m dull and devoid of a life. While they don’t have a valid point, it is their opinion. They are entitled to think it. I’m entitled to draw the reader into my life through an amazing “about me.”
I can’t. Would rather people read a few posts. Then again they could be offended by titling a post “Visiting Dead Parents.” I know “passed” is more acceptable, but it’s just not me.
It’s eight AM, a bit after, and I didn’t go to sleep until five AM. Woke up because some kids were fighting. There are worse ways to wake up as I did last week to the roar of construction. And then there are much worse ways to wake up. I’m going back to sleep.
Now car alarms are blaring. My block has a private school on it. The adults aren’t loud, except when in cars. Then they’re animals especially when they are delivering their kids to school and are late. I assume, perhaps wrongly, that most kids who go to this school live in Manhattan. Why do parents take kids to school by car? Why live in Manhattan if you’re going to do surburban things like that, and blare your horn?
Though it’s kind of beautiful out. A hot humid day. We’re finally getting to my kind of weather. It puts in a great mood knowing that there will be many more days like that to come.
I will read blogs sometime during the weekend. Oh the sun went in. Now it’s out. Now it’s in. Hate schizzy weather
As a compulsive reader of weather.com, I have been totally confused as in the past several weeks they have gotten the weather correct twice. I could put in about me “weather obsessed.”
Actually I am just confused. I have had computers die mean, nasty and vicious deaths. I have never had one just crash. I am way too calm. This would scare me if I weren’t so tired. Oh gawd, yesterday was such a good day until nine PM. Can’t and won’t obsess about it. Yes I can, but I would really really rather not think about it.
My new Razor phone came yesterday. Took ten seconds to rip open the bag and put the battery in. Followed the instructions and followed the instructions. It finally was programmed. Maybe that should have been a warning? Why don’t days come with warnings? Don’t go near electronic equipment today. Maybe because in my case every day would come with such a warning. Maybe there would be one safe day a month. Just wish that I knew what one day of the month. At least the Razor phone was free. Did learn yesterday for the zillionth billion time that everything comes with a price. Everything.
Do have a statement. This Memorial Day please think of the troops. The post that I lost talked about how the government and some media outlets made many people believe that every Viet Nam protester was anti-troop. Yeah we all walked around with rocks and eggs in our pockets to throw at troops. And you try walking around with a raw egg in a pocket. It was hard but we had to punish the troops for serving.
Almost every guy I knew who came home from Viet Nam was an addict or suffering from post traumatic stress. The term was coined for them. The VA wasn’t set up to help them.
In the early 90’s, fifteen years after the end of the war, I worked closely with The Bronx VA which had become great. The hospitals are going down fast. Like so many institutions they have been faced with massive cuts.
Hate the entire Bush Admin. Hate Newt for the stupid stupid Contract with America which closed or curtailed so many wonderful programs. Please hate Karl Rove separately. He personifies immorality and evil to me. Plamegate, that was to be expected from a man who dared utter the liberal thing in New York. Our lives will never ever be the same
I wasn’t downtown. Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Everybody knew many people who worked downtown and/or were on the subways. I have explained why I don’t support this war many times. Not important for this.
Don’t support the war but support the troops. I spent way too much time last year explaining why people who protested against Viet Nam didn’t usually hate the troops. Many good people believed that we had.
The troops in Iraq deserve your support. Think of them on Monday. Think of the walking wounded who still have flashbacks from Viet Nam. Vets from the war in Viet Nam deserve everything. We have failed them. All of us.