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 Is it time, do you think, for our revolution against the lawmakers who no longer represent the interests of the voters but instead are nothing more than whores for the rich and the multinational corporations?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!
Something that helps keep relationships strong is sharing the same taste in food. Last night was my turn to fix dinner, so when Stacey texted me from Wegman’s wanting to know what my plan was for dinner, I immediately replied, “Either nachos or quesadillas.” (I had already asked her to pick up a bag of grated cheddar.)
After several texts back and forth, we had decided on nachos with onions, salsa, cheese, sour cream, and guacamole. I prefer to add chicken, but that’s what we had Wednesday night, and neither of us was in the mood for leftovers.
One of Staceys texts wanted to know about the sauce we had in the refrigerator door. She had typed “salsa,” but her over eager autocorrect stepped in and what I got was “What about the Saudi in the refrigerator? Hot?”
I ate dinner in fear of the NSA sending Homeland Security to burst in on us.
Oh, and the salsa? Wegman’s own brand of peach-mango salsa is om-nom-nom yummy good!
The only downside to the dinner? The oven heats up the kitchen to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Sorry, but no. We have no microwave, so nachos have to be done in the oven. Fortunately, it’s starting to be autumn, which will mean lower temperatures.
Which, in turn, will mean more baked goodies.
When my train pulled into the Rochester station, Stacey was waiting for me in the parking lot. I was so happy, I could have cried…except I was too exhausted to do much of anything but load my bags into the car and collapse into the front seat.
Getting home was almost impossible: all of the streets in our neighborhood were blocked off for the Labor Day parade. After a 10-minute wait which involved a discussion with a policeman and several radio calls to his superior, we finally were allowed to drive down OUR OWN STREET to get back to the apartment. A sincere thank you for helping us, RPD; you’re the best!
I spent Monday and Tuesday nights sleeping on the floor. Yes, Staceys apartment really is that small! Yesterday, I bought a high-quality inflatable bed. Because of the way the apartment is laid out, I sleep in the kitchen, and lean the bed against the wall in the narrow hall. Not too sure how that’s going to work.
The plan is (providing we don’t get on each other’s nerves) for me to stay with Stacey in order to save money so we can get back to Seattle that much quicker.
A Minor Snag
Stacey lost her cell phone sometime on Saturday. To make a long story short, it turned out that it was cheaper to switch to Verizon and get a new iPhone 6 Plus for each of us than it was to pay the insurance deductible and replace her lost phone.
And we got to keep the same phone number!
The Next Steps
- I have to rent a Post Office box.
- Reconnect with the vendor for my CPAPconsumables.
- Buy rain and snow protectant for my new shoes. After 2 years of daily wear, my last pair has gone to The Great Shoe Store in The Sky.
- Pick up my meds, because it wouldn’t be pretty if Robyn lost her shit.
- Reconnect with GAGV and the Gay Alliance, both of which fall under the heading of “Family of Choice.”
- Discuss with Stacey the feasibility of my getting a bicycle so I can go places when she’s not available to take me.
- Install the Rochester Transit app on my new iPhone so I’ll have access to the bus schedules.
- Finally, stop and catch my breath!
- Give serious consideration to becoming a complete vegetarian…which will mean eating a lot of Indian (India Indian) food, which is one of our favorites anyway.
- Take a shower so I can be, in the words of an old TV commercial, “nice to be near.”
And that’s pretty much it, kittens. My iPad and iPhone each have full charges, so I’m ready to face the day!