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Wednesday, August 27, 2025

August 27, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 27, 2024, another day.
Five years ago today: August 27, 2020, can’t get much friendlier . . .
Nine years ago today: August 27, 2016, leaving south Florida.
Random years ago today: August 27, 2007, nobody knows.

           Check in later today, old Jack has sent me a picture of his drum kit. It’s top of the line, major investment there folks. However, he may not have any way to move it, and a sparkling new array like this often indicates not only lack of use, but a person with a different perspective on what playing in a band is about. Just go slow, again this is a business of who you know. Let me grab a coffee and explain that a bit. For the umpteenth time, I remind you this is a management perspective. One can easily go through life without ever meeting another musician who is conscious of the facts.
           That’s the point—with the exception of family bands, once out of your teens you find 1/10 of 1% of musicians become good long-term band members. (In family bands, you can’t “fire” your brother.) There are two paths you can go. A long string of bands that never last, or bands that are painstakingly put together and held together by professionals. The sad part is that this [keeping a band together] is such a chore, even The Beatles didn’t survive. Even though everybody knows it was Johnny Lennon's band, there is always a McCartney.

           I gather from Jack’s tone he has never made the transition to pro—but that puts him in the majority, and trust me, in Polk County, majority rules. Yet one must not pass up a chance they just might work out. The margins in this business are pretty slim indeed. You know, that is how I can instantly tell when anybody, including musicians, gets off their ass and tries making something of their lives. Mind you, except for a couple women I’ve met, every last person I’m referring to left it too late in life. So, how can I tell? Easy. They like a flash stop criticizing the way I do things. It’s a far step from gratitude, but suddenly the negative feedback stops. Oh, and they think nobody notices.
           I confirm the eBay error, it is due to their misuse of an accounting term. It’s the old MicroSoft syndrome, where an idiot error gets introduced early into their software and soon after it becomes the idiot standard. “Net Income” means something specific to educated people, of which eBay doesn’t know from nothing.

           If you are curious, there are time-tested conventions that make accounting for money easier. One good example eBay missed is the Order Number. They should be short, easy to read, and consecutive. Here is the order number from my latest: 01-13412-81624. Now that’s a millennial brain-fart for you. My books list by what they call the Sales Order Number, in this instance it is 6029, and the one before it is 6028. Compared to eBay, this is much genius. I hear some GenXer saying their number means something different. Tyler, that is my point—they should call it something different.
           The sun is up and my yard is alive with birdies. They have an irregular sharing pattern with the main feeder. The cardinals get first dibs, and they like the oats so well I have seen them poke the other grains onto the ground to get the flakes. The pattern is a counter-clockwise flying pattern around the whole cabin. I can hear them. When their feeding turn comes, the fly in from the northeast along the shady corridor north of the sheds.

           I know I should work on the electrical, but this morning I’m planning to build a custom type of box for the loose tubes. The boxes will be removed if I find a buyer, and are stackable for other purposes. Generally, I don’t feel like starting any larger projects.
           Later, here’s the first el-cheapo box. It's half full of little envelopes, I will shop for something better. It is not enough to input the tube numbers, you must be able to rapidly locate them afterwards. The box doesn’t work as well as expected, but wood is always better than cardboard. The envelopes are barely big enough and will not stay closed when folded. Don’t tell me I now have to become an expert in this as well.

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Saudi Royal Family jet.
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           It makes no sense, but my neighbors yard grows all kinds of trees and not mine. He has peaches, bananas, mangos, avocados, apples and papayas. Some of the trees are ten feeg from my property line, yet nothing grows here. He has diabetes so bad he can’t touch the bananas and on my side, my lone peach tree has died. And since I don't have any other pictures for you today, here is a schematic of the Morse sounding circuit I'm still building.
           While I’m not the one to be leading the lynch mob, the city has again subverted the laws meant to limit tax increases by appraising my property $3,600 higher than last year. The official Florida policy is 10% maximum increase in ten years with 1% maximum per year. Polk County since 2017 has treated those as minimums. What’s happened this year is they’ve realized they’ve hit the maximum early due to compounding. So they slipped in another property value increase. According to them this place is now worth $7,000 more what it was in 2016.

           That was the Reb and thank goodness we have a system, actually three systems for backup. Mine, hers, and ours. Turns out each bank has some snag built into their system that causes a delay, always in their favor. By playing each off against the other, I will have the situation in hand by late tomorrow afternoon. This is also why I never transfer funds between banks. I withdraw the cash and walk it over, a who's-laughing-now event. And sunshine, we are going to be broke for a while. The way the economy is going, so is everybody else. I may be a little old to be taking risks but I am fully aware of the number of 70 and 80 year old retired people I see back in the work force around here. Can you imagine turning 75 and knowing you have to get to work on time?
           I took a closer look at the documents she attached. I know it looks shakey with reserves as low as June 2016, but in fact there are many differences. I have two running vehicles, a house paid for, and even something put aside for my own funeral. So unlike 2016, if the bottom drops out, this time things will not come to a standstill. And I only need to scrimp by 23 days. Still, in Florida that’s tempting fate. At least I don’t live my life that way like most seem to around here. I must make a run into Miami in a week or so, but other than that, I’m staying put.
           Later, like I need another reason to hate coders. I missed a call from the Reb with the phone lying on the desk right beside me. It didn’t ring. I checked and the ring volume was set to zero. Setting this is a finicky process, but I set it back to max and put the phone down. Right there in front of me I watched it set itself back to zero. The slider just moved along by itself. Where do they even find such people?

           Let’s develop some system to these tubes. There are hours of work there that cannot be taken away from other tasks. This hints at putting them in a basket nearby and doing a handful each time I pass by. But that is a thousand handfuls. The unboxed tubes often have to be examined by magnifying glass to read the faded labels. As we now know, tubes are mostly neither rare nor expensive, often with dozens of differing models with minor but incompatible differences.
           How about the faith healer they arrested for sexual abuse? He was spraying women with some liquid and they would awaken later felling “abused”. Since the majority of psychic-users (94%) are unbalanced adult females, I don’t know what they can charge him with, but they did get Bill Cosby on something like that. You know, where the women never actually said he did anything. Some smart aleck posted the healer was providing a public service and suggested he open a franchise in Philadelphia.
           And there is a growing sound that America should invade England and free the White population from a hostile takeover. That would be the third rescue operation in living memory. The incident of the 14-year-old defending her 12-year-old sister against jeets is heavily resonating with Americans. Shame on you, Scotland, that school-girls stand stronger than your men. The audio clearly shows the non-Whites have learned to manipulate the law. Watch for a “Free Britain” faction, for the US has gone to war over less.

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