“ 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
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.”
–T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
It’s springtime in Rochester, and that means sunshine, rain, snow, and ice—sometimes in the same week, sometimes in the same day. But the garden persists, giving us not lilacs (that should be next month) but rather crocuses, daffodils, and even a tulip or two.
Another result of the warmer weather is I can no longer let the pets nap on my bed, as warm temperatures also bring fleas. And no amount of flea treatment gets ride of them. So I’m sorry, Macy, and I’m sorry, Moe, but we’ll do this again next winter.
Stacey and I went to the food bank on Tuesday, then spent the rest of the day together. Grocery shopping, picking up prescriptions, getting a few art supplies, and topping it off with a lovely stir-fry at Stacey’s place. I even had the chance to play with Fyona, Stacey’s golden doodle.
We’ve had a couple of days in the 70’s, so I think it’s safe to say yes, spring is finally here.
“I don’t need to write it down. I’ll remember it.”
Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I had a fantastic idea for a post. It was so fantastic and obvious that I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it before now. I thought, “I should write this down,” but the idea was so obvious that I knew I’d remember it in the morning.
Right. You guessed it.
I suppose I could blame it on the fact that my mind is always so busy that it gets overcrowded with ideas, each new one forcing out an older one to make room in the limited brain space I’ve reserved for blog ideas, but the truth–as painful as it is to admit–is I’m getting old.
The idea for what you’re reading now came to me while I was fixing myself some breakfast. This time I didn’t say I won’t forget it, so instead I’m writing it between bites of egg and toast (now THERE’S an idea for a post: my omelet recipe!)
There’s really no excuse for not jotting down my ideas; I never go anywhere without my iPhone, and the last thing I do at night is plug it in to charge before setting it down on the nightstand…within arm’s reach, I might add.
My Advice to You, Gentle Reader
Is quite simple: when you have an idea, write it down! Somewhere, anywhere. Trust me on this: you won’t remember it later.
Unpacking the face of the Statue of Liberty
The Statue of Liberty (Liberty Enlightening the World; French: La Liberté éclairant le monde) is a robed female figure representing Libertas, the Roman goddess. It was a gift from the people of France to the people of the United States.
When I look at Liberty’s face, the first thing I see is compassion. That’s what first struck me as a child, and that impression has stayed with me ever since.
Losing Liberties in the Name of Freedom
But over the past decade or so, our liberties have been curtailed in the names of “freedom” and “safety.” The so-called “War on Terror” has whittled away at our personal freedoms, and to what avail? One idiot tries to blow up a plane with a bomb in his shoe, and now we all have to take our shoes off to fly. How many more school shootings have to happen before we institute meaningful gun control?
“But it’s in the Constitution!” Yes it is. But so is freedom of speech and public assembly, both of which have been restricted. My right to vote was never before predicated on whether I had a driver’s license. And what kind of country allows its elected representatives of the people to exempt themselves from the laws they pass to control the people who elected them in the first place? Am I the only one who thinks about these things, and thinks they’re wrong? Am I crazy?
“What country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance. Let them take arms.” – Thomas Jefferson, letter to James Madison, December 20, 1787.
“They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” – Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759
Jefferson is also reputed to have said that every generation needs its own revolution. Is it time, do you think, for our revolution against the lawmakers who no longer represent the interests of the voters but instead are nothing more than whores for the rich and the multinational corporations?
I say let the people decide.
My Windows Control Panel says I’m connected to the Internet:
But Firefox keeps telling me
The connection has timed out
The server at www.google.com is taking too long to respond.
It’s been this way off and on all day. I wonder if the fact that the connection is over satellite has anything to do with it—it’s also been raining all day.
It also affects my iPhone and iPad, although I can connect via my phone if I turn off Wi-Fi and turn on Cellular Data.
Either way, it’s a pain.
One of the ironies is that my laptop is 3 inches from the Wi-Fi modem, and my iPhone is about a foot away.
Regardless, it’s a nuisance.
A Few Solutions
Wait for the problem to resolve itself.
Take my laptop to the public library.
Or get off my lazy butt and take it downstairs, where Ed doesn’t seem to have any problem with his connection. So maybe it’s just something about my room. After all, it doesn’t seem to matter whether or not the modem in my room is on or off—I just turned it off, and I still have a connection.
Or I could copy my entries to a flash drive and upload them from a different computer.
Anyway, it’s back to the drawing board. I’ll let you know what I find out.
I moved into my new room on Saturday. Today, by calling on my all-but-forgotten networking knowledge from former jobs, I was able to discover the WiFi password for the house. (Yes, I had already got permission from my landlord/roommate.)
So I’m all set on my iPad and iPhone; still looking for a desk or table for my laptop. Until then, I’ll use my iPad for my blogs. And while it does a wonderful job, it’s not a replacement for a computer. At least this generation iPad isn’t.
Staceys iPad Pro, however, comes pretty close. At least it will do everything she needs to do, so I guess that does make it a replacement for her broken Macbook.
Writing – or rather typing – on the iPad is slower than on a laptop. But I think that’s a plus, in that I truly have to think about every word I use. I haven’t mastered the art of typing with two thumbs (not that I’ve even tried), and so I use one hand to hold the iPad and the index finger of the other to type. Slow going, but my SwiftKey predictive keyboard helps considerably.
So that’s today’s news. Now I think I’ll treat myself to a nap!