One year ago today: January 25, 2019, hmmm, anniversary mix-up
Five years ago today: January 25, 2015, tanks in the jungle.
Nine years ago today: January 25, 2011, early mention of A.I.
Random years ago today: January 25, 2003, she’s since disappeared.
The original of this post disappeared. Around here that means it was accidentally over-written. Strange, how except for the file names, there are still no algorithms in place to prevent that. So you may get repeats as I try to reconstruct this from memory. I drove up to Orlando to look at some equipment and see they finally have finished paving I-4, or at least the southern part of it. As usual, the GPS proved unreliable because it kept telling me to make left turns where no exit existed. Also, although the claimed accuracy is ten feet, it has real trouble with entire streets that are a few hundred feet apart.
Here’s a photo of JZ biking along in Key Largo back in 2008. I found a disk of two months unposted blogs. Mostly January of 2008, I think. I had a filing system back then that went by the week, not the month. Google still won’t let me post from home, since the phone modem I use is mobile. They haven’t perfected tracking it yet.
Having fixed the car radio, I finally finished listening to “Show No Fear” and it is a dud. Zero courtroom drama, and the plot kept getting wider, but not deeper. By Chapter 50, she had to start wrapping this thing up. But left dozens of questions dangling. Like what happened to Dr. Wu, the fake acupuncturist? And the estate of her murdered ex-husband once the DNA showed he was not the father? And most people know for an addict out of detox, staying clean for three months doesn’t count. I would say this audio book was just another string of “single mothers are people too” stabs. Is there an adjective for this sort of literature?
A word that describes the situation where the real intent of the author is to shove it down our throats that the single mother is the highest for of pure parenthood. This story is a dig at women who get educated, stay on course with a career, and sleep with men for recreation. In the end, guess who the murderess is? Remi, the lady lawyer from Boston who’s built like a model and has everything our lady doesn’t. She gets all the men and is headed for a judgeship at age 27. By chapter 40, you just know some single mother is going to teach this bitch a lesson. Sure enough, our Nancy, at 29, is now completing her law degree at night school because she is going to champion the law for the poor people. Somebody hand that woman a medal.
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We have an anniversary coincidence with today’s date. It seems another set of links are botched, but I cannot explain why that would happen on this day. It’s not planned, or subconscious, or even subliminal since I am rarely aware of the problem until a year later. Further testing with my DVD movies show that it was a series of bad discs, not my player (which is still on the suspect list). That’s explainable, because I often buy a batch of movies at the Thrift. Shame on people who donate defective disks. They do it for a tax deduction, another incentive that needs to be destroyed, Mr. Trump. It’s enough already that charities get a tax break. No need to extend that to donations when it results in this type of behavior. You can’t say buyer beware when it comes to things like digital.
The picture is my lookout, the guard chicken. Matilda. She’s the smart one. The next time we catch her, it is into the coop for three days. They have to learn the hard way how to associate the coop with being home. I think I’ll head to the library for a few hours to read up on chicken farming. There must be some easy way to catch them, even if it is the box on the stick. And for siesta, I watched the old Steve Martin disc, “All Of Me”. The one with the dynamite English blonde, a declining species unless Nigel Farange becomes Prime Minister. My favorite line from the movie, “If I can be of any help, you’re in worse trouble than you thought.”
In conclusion, I believe there are four cities in the USA whose road system is so bad they have posted warnings not to try using GPS. It is no surprise three of those cities are in Florida. And with the sorry excuse for engineers churned out by our for-profit post-secondaries, that is not going to change soon. Some may say there is salvation in that somebody will design a robot to pave the roads. Don’t hold your breath. Imagine politically-correct left-wing roads, with built-in deniability. When you don’t like them because they don’t go anywhere, why you are an asphalt-aphobic.
