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Monday, May 28, 2007

May 28, 2007



           The shop closed early, it was totally deserted downtown. There were a few strollers just off the circle, but you cannot blame people for not wanting to take a stroll where it costs you $2 an hour to park. This contributes to the Mall Culture. People take the kids window-shopping in a Mall instead of a park or beach. The Mall is air-conditioned, the parking is free and the damage to the kid’s minds is still years away in the future.
           Here is the local used bookstore. Yes, folks, that is singular. There is only one in the entire area. They have cut back on stock that does not move well, such as National Geographic and all that hard-cover reference junk, like encyclopedias. As with the Internet, there is no indexing system, there is nothing you have not heard about already, and almost all the material is for beginners or fanatics. There are even books about the political views of older film stars; it sounds enthralling.

           I’m having great fun leaving the TV on in the next room. I’ve resumed my habit of reading or writing while the thing is running, but the odd item is amusing. That old movie “Twelve O’clock High” is half-done. One thing about these old movies is that they were not made in Florida. You can always tell, because one man can say something at normal speed in a whole room full of listeners, and they all apparently understand him the first time. “We bomb Hamburg tomorrow,” it is amazing, really, they all get it. May be that he had the correct political views?
           I always wondered why, in these bomber movies, they always have a scene of the pre-mission briefing, the old pep talk. Plus, the room is always arranged so the speaker has to walk all the way down the aisle between the men. Maybe stage doors were being rationed?

           See the photo of the shop next door? See what is different from the last picture, just after the place got burglarized? The plywood is the same. Except, it is now covered with posters. The explanation involves the landlord and tenant. It seems that the landlord refuses to replace the glass, saying the tenant was required to carry extra insurance because he was selling beer and cigarettes. The tenant is of a different opinion. So the plywood stays and along come the posters, giving it that authentic Haitian look.
           Then I plowed into the web pages needed for the [non-database] plan to get things underway. I don’t mind creating future work, as long as that work pays well. Some, like Craigslist, didn’t seem to plan at all. The list of internal links has to be the same for every site, a fearsome thing to keep track of. Any change would mean having to go through every page. Maybe I can prevent this, let me think it through.

           Later, two hours of thinking, not exactly a record but I’ve come up with nothing. No matter how it is done, without a database the upkeep is labor-intensive. Each city and grouping has to have a separate web page. Although they are cut and pasted, the process of keeping track of all this makes for a lot of work.
           Alain called, she is planning a barbeque. She knocked down the entire kitchen wall in her new house. It looks great, the old wall kind of chopped the rooms into strange shaped cubicles. The downside is there was expensive tile on the floor that is going to be difficult to patch. I’m not big on going to people’s places to eat, but a barbeque is different. I don’t know when she’s planning this because the weekend at Ocean Reef is just a short week or so away.
           Today’s gem: most new words that get incorporated into the English language originate in the United States. Probably in Malls and on TV, but still.

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