There it is, the Mavica camera. This one is so old, when I say disk, I mean a 3.5” floppy. In an amazing fashion for Sony, this actually takes ordinary pictures that can be read on ordinary computers without a lot of hassle. I’m certain they’ve fixed that.
Day off or not, I was in the shop for five hours. Upon investigating the blogs, I see that there must not be any rule against blatant commercialism. One of the top rated sites is an insurance office. Don’t be fooled, there are quite a number of tactics that can be used to make it look as if many people are visiting your site. It attracted me because it is very well planned and by coincidence uses the same template as this blog.So Fred comes out of the back to say somebody has thrown out a perfectly good human being. This turns out to be a homeless type crashing behind our dumpster. Hey, if I was homeless, I’d make sure it was some place like Florida. Warm all the time and a government system that is a complete shambles. That is not to say it is comfortable, it can be far too hot in the summer nights. There was the homeless guy, sound asleep in the middle of the day, snoring away.
Off the topic, I heard that you don’t snore in outer space because there is no gravity. I know you rocket scientists caught that one right away. Outer space is full of gravity. What I should have said is apparently nobody snores in free fall.
Much of the time today was planning the catalog. Fred has this idea about “departments” which is hilarious. We take a series of pictures like the ink refill department, or the laptop repair department. Mike’s work area won’t need any props, it is worse organized than my work bench, which I specifically built so I could be as disorganized as I please. I think we should do it right away, although we have not yet had much luck with Internet advertising.
That clip of Brian and I playing Memphis with the violin and bass is bad. I mean, the sound is accurate, but the way we played it is so bad the video asks to be held for ransom. Brian was trying to break the habit of reversing his bow strokes, which throws his other timing off, but this is not plain when watching the video. He does get it right just before the end but meanwhile he is over-concentrating and sounds like the robot from “Lost in Space”. The effect is two lousy musicians who can’t play on key.
I biked over to see Dickens. He was at the shop with Jerry, the Irishman. They have really cleaned up the shop and Dickens reports that there is finally a stream of business coming in from advertising on Craigslist. I suggested we put a small but repetitious ad there and link to a catalog blog. A “catablog”? Don’t hit me.
That donated computer last week is a beauty, 2.86 GHz Pentium with a Gig of RAM, I think the only thing wrong is the graphics accelerator needs replacing. A small B&W TV came in, so he gave that to me for a recording monitor. This made be quickly realize I wrecked my Magnavox with that bad tape of Whistler. Dang, that thing was a prize, but they are also not worth repairing.
Then I wound up pedaling through side roads east of the Ft. Lauderdale airport. There is actually a way to get into town without using the freeway. I tried to find the road to the west, but no dice. I had to retrace the journey all the way back to Young Circle. That’s because I got a blowout just near there. This means I’m averaging 400 miles between flat tires.
Where’s my odometer? Ah, here we go. 24.872 miles in 2:55:42. That last two miles [walking] back to the house tired me out more than the entire bike ride. I had a repair kit and pump, but it was already dark. I’m going to dare to try and watch TV from the zombie chair. I decided to hook the new saddlebags to my existing rack, meaning JZ inherits an excellent chrome-aluminum unit.
In other wonderful news, I’ve heard that four men claim to be the father of that Smith woman’s baby, that the USA owes Mexico almost $40,000,000,000 (forty billion dollars) and that the power company demands a huge deposit if your credit score is less than 800. Didn’t I warn you twenty years ago?
Last, I’ve been listening to Holiday by Greenday. Wouldn’t you know it, the favorite song of my newest student has non-standard chord progressions, and those chords are among the hardest to learn. However, it becomes easy when transposed down a semi-tone (to Em). Greenday are technically great musicians, but again, I’ve heard every riff they play so long ago it hurts to remember. They tend to over-synchopate and play everything at one volume. The vocals are muddled in the background. They do this version of Van Morrison’s “Brown-Eyed Girl” that totally sucks. Other than that, they are rock stars.
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