This means I spent the morning in the library again. That’s not so bad despite the terrible selection. There is a new Jewish section containing books on how to translate baby names into Hebrew, and of course, how to prevent your son/daughter from marrying a non-Jew. Books that would be considered prejudiced the other way around.
Agt. M is involved with some wedding at the church and working 80 hours a week. He is too exhausted to attend the club meetings, so I’ve been independently doing all the research and programming. That’s the minutes, I’m afraid. The unexciting work of coding will never inspire the masses. The hurricane weather keeps me indoors and I’m getting cabin fever.
The new guitarist is still the mystery man. We’ve only met on the phone, but our circumstances are similar enough to ensure a common motivation. He wants to get into music after an extended hiatus. He’s never played anything but rhythm guitar. He was a hair stylist, likes to describe how he manipulates the ladies, how he was a barber for decades before cluing in that’s not how one meets the women.
I’ve got to smile at the masses again, in this case the use of the auto-complete feature. It modifies itself over time when the user opts to have it suggest words from the user dictionary. Well, guys, it also reveals how educated or ignorant the user was by the nature of what it suggests. One can always tell when a “grade 12 dropout” was last using the machine. It’s another of the multitude of little things that dorks can’t figure out how you just know they are so dumb.
Speaking of geniuses, guitar Eddie’s girlfriend introduced to a man whose “IQ is 175”. People do this because they think somehow I have a high IQ, which I do not. But I’m smart enough to know if it would work, I’d like to print a big sign saying only introduce me to young, sweet, unattached, slim females. So I told him, the genius, a joke in a popular foreign language. People with an IQ above 160 could probably speak all major languages. He didn’t laugh, so I guess that means he didn’t get the joke.
Trivia. If you telephone any company that advertises on radio or TV, particularly insurance companies, to “see if you qualify”, your phone number can be taken off the no-call list for up to 60 days. The fine print says your call establishes a “business relationship” with the insurance company and any of its “affiliates”. Hint, if they aren’t going to do a credit check on you, then who cares if you “qualify”.
You know what this country needs? A bank that really keeps the money in a vault. It has been said it is riskier to open a bank account than to open a bank. I believe that there is a good segment of the American public that would flock to a bank that works like a bank as perceived in the movies. Another thing I wonder about, with all the recent bank failures, why is it so rare to see a bank on the block? They can’t exactly have a fire sale with their used cash, but where to bad banks go? I recall the pizza parlor in Naples that let’s you dine in the old vault, but that’s what, one bank.
My bank would make money off other banks. As manager, I would keep a certain amount of gold and lend out 10% of the client's cash instead of 97% as is common. So many billions would be attracted that the smaller ratio would outdo many larger banks. All growth would be out of internal funds. The idea is so sound, it is probably illegal. Depositors would only get interest on the tiny amount at risk because I believe that is what they really want done with their savings.
