One year ago today: June 16, 2024, dry, unsalted raisins.
Five years ago today: June 16, 2020, on diet ginger ale.
Nine years ago today: June 16, 2016, “serendipity” in quotes.
Random years ago today: June 16, 2017, the Miami towing Mafia.
Feedback on some boxes, which I pay close attention to. There are now twenty units handed out as free samples. Don’t take the box home, guys, or it will get appropriated. I suppose I know more about boxes now than the next 500 people. It’s artsy appeal was not so much planned as noticed once some units began stacking up. I’m giving one away this morning at the clinic to make it a business trip. You know who is out of business? FEMA. Trump finally announced he’s shutting that boondoggle down.
It took until 4:00PM to get my morning’s work done. My second set of spine injections was painful but I was home within the hour. Greatest difference is that I no longer think about bending over to pick things off the floor. Not long ago, that was a pre-planned activity. As a reward, I scarfed a Hot-n-Ready pizza myself. The clinic confirms the cardboard taste is the anesthetic, an ice-old liquid that acts instantly. The waiting room guy has his new box, again I can report an instant like. Ah, but how to turn that into sales. There is a way, but what?
Think Peak-Freen’s. People would buy the cookies to get the tin they came in. I already thought of filling them with nails, but that many nails gets expensive. Other than the needle pricks (treatment pain), I am fine but would rather not push things (so let's work in the shed). I got word back from the bank, it was your typical comedy of errors right down the line to the final destination, the clearing house. Driving over to see the banker. Rather than waste any more time, I volunteered to just have the check re-issued and in return he’ll make the deposit himself. I just know this has something to do with Canada legalizing suicide, it causes many estate problems.
This was a great but unwelcome test of my system resiliency. How did the system know, after the Valdosta Event, I was really, truly counting on this money to make it on time? I’ll survive but in the end this punches a 90 day delay in my plans, of which 50 are already passed. While chatting with the bank, I asked about a pre-approved mortgage. They didn’t say no. I’m facing the reality this cabin is eventually going to be too big for me. It seemed just right-size at the time. Theoretically, I was just as happy back in the trailer court letting the office mow the lawn and not realizing how badly I needed a workshop.
We’ve blogged about thorium nuclear reactors some years back. Today there is news a million-ton deposit has been discovered in Mongolia. That would change everything. Thorium coverts to uranian capturing, not releasing, radioactivity. I was at the clinic this morning and need to record the session, so this covers the whole day after I got back home. The injections are higher up the back and they are not painless. No, sir! But you know the pain is the trade-off. Within 35 minutes, I was limber with none of the primary or secondary pains reported last week.
The prominent change is returned ability moving around without the limiting small pains associated with weakened muscles unused from avoidance. My natural daily activities have brought said tissue back into play in the first week. Other than a natural after-pain from hypodermics, this week had no side effects so far and at all. Literature says the effect eventually wears off in around six months, but consider what can happen around here in such a spanse.
There is one side-effect which has had other triggers, so I cannot blame the needles. It is sleeplessness. That’s me tonight. Relax, I’ve long learned to make that situation productive. And for me at 1:05AM, much later today, I see a big port sandwich with bread from the Mexican bakery. And is there not a Yueng-Ling left in the bottom shelf? This could be my lucky night.
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It was more than a fast afternoon, we have news on Caltier, banking, and vacuum tubes. I will, as normal, over-document workings, for keeping track was a premise of this blog. When I was younger, I thought I’d become forgetful. Now I realize the reason others can remember all they do is from lack of pace and intensity. Most of what they can remember is sitting around all day, like we didn’t notice.
Later, I took the evening off. As I went log off, a tube order came in. My system tracks the individual tube, so it was a casual order until I saw the quantity. Gulp, some outfit in Coldspring, Texas, ordered all I had. They, too, have figured out the reason tubes get expensive is the supply is running out. That’s $260 bucks in my pocket, so I’m going to the old club. Find out why Wilford hasn’t been practicing his guitar and maybe get some data on what happened with Bradford. The important part of today was spend in the bank office in Lakeland, and I am practically sword to describe the event by my own regulations.
The crux of the matter is the soon-to-be enforced cashless system, but even the bank people seem unaware of the implications. In the “good old days”, those who learned the system had an advantage. In the process, they also learned how to work around the barriers when the system failed. There is a widening disjoint between those two states of matter thanks to digital ineptitude. They did not enforce privacy at the beginning, and now try to inject it into the failed mess they’ve made of it. Remember, I’m still waiting for the first billion-dollar heist by some con-man who just walked in off the street.
Wait until tomorrow at least. I was on the phone with the Reb, who is not as keen on distrusting the system as I am. One must now learn the two separate disciplines of how the system works and also how the system does not work. The old-school cause-and-effect link is already drastically broken and, in my opinion, cannot be fixed. The danger for most people is they do not seem to realize as you get older and retire, you will become ever more dependent on that changed system. And stats show almost 70% of them are living paycheck to paycheck. I will do anything to prevent that happening to us.
Still later, we have no progress but we have more information-slash-gossip. Turns out Bradford has been threatening people over a long period of time. And there are a lot of people who go out of their way to be popular around here. I’ve heard only one side, but Bradford was apparently going into quite some medical knowledge of evisceration. But the convo tonight was myself and Wiford, no other customers came in at all. I’ve already cleared with Wilford that I consider these no different than if we had met up at some other place for the same.
We talked about crowdfunding, you see, operationally I’m the local expert and I’m too old to show others the ropes. Crowdfunding, I’ve concluded, is no different than any other traditional investment vehicle, with a lot of flaws because it has been set up by half-baked gronks who adapted the new laws to their concepts without knowledge of the actual legal workings. (Was that a 40-word sentence?) We also went over 3D printing, since the other lady, nice as she is on the concept, has not come forward with any offerings or help on her own. The 3D printer is out in the shed collecting dust.
Next we went over computers, hobbies, and finance. He’s a photographer, a trade to me that is just another art that must follow the same rules. Wilford is too young to know many of the ropes, but he is an avid listener to experience. He knows a 3D CAD designer, but that guy’s shop is 90 miles from here and I’m not a customer, I’m a student. Know the difference. Wilford took a spreadsheet course and exactly as predicted, they only taught how it worked and not why. I say again, the greatest shortfall of spreadsheet is how they calculate the data, but can’t tell you if the result has meaning. (I know from experience people who make $3.08 a month “on computers” will conclude it is not worth it. Exactly the wrong attitude.)
ADDENDUM
That’s curious, Arkansas has been rated a dangerous place (Vittana). I knew about the rural poverty and mosquitoes. You may not mind venomous snakes and fat people. When you read an article about weird laws, note how many are in Arkansas. It turns out the crime rate in Little Rock is so high, it brings down the whole State.
