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Friday, October 7, 2005

October 7, 2005

“Man weeps that he will die so soon; woman that she was born so long ago.” Mencken

           Whoa, I’m getting broke and I want to travel. That would have been the normal circumstance when I worked at the phone place. I had to travel, just to convince myself the whole world was not like the people I worked with. It turns out they were a lot alike, but the world was big enough that occasionally you would meet somebody really nice. It was a crazy time, I could travel up to five times a year, overseas. During it all, I was constantly $3,000 to $3,500 racked up on my credit card. Yes, back then I had one of those evil things. In my defense, I state that you could not rent cars or make airline reservations without a credit card, and the temptation often won out for other consumer things. It was fly now, pay later, and I was still paying by late 2001, when I destroyed the card. on one happy day.
           I really like this scanner. Forget that it cuts down on the paperwork, I like it for it cuts down on the paper, period. It’s my own fault for not getting one sooner, but I did try. The rest of today went fast so here are the details in order. Scottrade has to be one of the best brokerage firms I’ve ever had. The check I called about y’day afternoon in New York arrived here at 1:00 PM today. Over to the bank, I saw this guy blocked into his parking spot by a black lady who pulled up and stopped right behind his truck as he went to leave. She was on her cell phone and would not move her car.

           [Author’s note 2022: despite all the mean-mouthing I do of credit cards, this was usually the only form of safe and available cash overseas by 2005. Other forms of eMoney were by no means universal or standard. I usually left with an empty card, but came back with the debt. But I would not trade those travel days for nothing. Without them, I’d be as dumb as the next bastard about what’s really going on out there.]

           [Author’s note 2025: today's pics include a scan (my earliest form of "digital photography" showing the original map of Cuidad Bolivar, in Venezuela. That's where my taxi company was located. It is the downtown area along the riverfront in the map I mailed to their museum curator twenty years later. I have no idea how that map survived the ten times I've moved since I got to Miami. This day's post is very typical of how I dealt with a bad sort of day.]

           The man was threatening to ram her, he plainly had somewhere important to be. All the black lady would do is give him that monkey talk from behind her car window. I could see the situation about to turn ugly, so I said to the man that since it was a black lady, she could do anything she wanted. Not because she was right and he was wrong, but because she was a black lady. I waited to see what happened. She sat there in her car blocking him in.
           So, I took out my camera and the instant she saw that, she put it in gear and pulled away, still chattering in that goof-stupid Florida way, like she could not understand what all the fuss was about. Actually, I don’t doubt that she really couldn’t understand, brains are not a requirement to live here. People who get a free ride in life can remain stupid, almost any rich kid is proof of that. The problem is, this may be the last wealthy era for most of them. She was driving a Mercedes.

           What she did to that man made me think of a frog turd. That is correct. And this is a picture of a frog turd. A lot of people do not realize that frogs have to take a dump. Next time I see one, I’ll try for a picture. When I first saw Florida bullfrog turds, I thought they were from a small dog. Except, they are half the size of the frog and break open into a zillion flies. I think the frog, which eats flies, often swallows a pregnant female and does not digest the eggs. No, I am not going to lean close to see if they are baby flies any more than I would lean close and ask that black lady to move her car before the man shoots her.
           I made some gas money today. A lady named Orlinsky from Ft. Lauderdale called for some computer setup. Really, I know I have found a market niche, but I admit I don’t know how to cash in on it. Some other man came and set up her computer and left without showing her how to use it. That, friends, is exactly the type of nonsense I watch for. It was easy money. Get the AOL screen customized to what she wants (she gave her sons stock in Berkshire Hathaway and likes to follow the price) and likes to follow the news. Her email account was screwed up so I straightened that out. She’d had a computer before and I assured her she only needed some practice time to use this new one.

           The tech had also wiped out all her favorite games, which I set back up for her. My opinion, make no mistake about it, is that this senior had be handled roughly by some punk geek. He did not take the time to explain the changes made. Anyway, I think the word got out on this episode. As I went to leave, the lady at the front desk said she heard enough about me already that she was thinking of getting a computer just to have me teach.
           To show you, another lady who worked there walked up while we were talking. I was writing out a card, since I had given away my last one to Orlinsky. In a gruff voice, the new lady said they already had a man who helped out with the computers. It was a definite ‘get lost’ tone of voice, so I did. I know, that was wrong. As a gentleman, I should have given her some sage advice, instead, I only thought it. Okay, what were my thoughts?

           I should have taken her behind the door and stated, “Lady, there are two things you should consider before you talk the way you just did. One, if the man who helped out was doing a good job, chances are your tennants would not be paying me to drive all the way out to Lauderhill. Two, when you open your fat, ugly mouth, it draws instant attention to the fact that the rest of you is also fat and ugly. You should thank me for teaching you a lesson you’ve failed to learn on your own.”
           Coming back I stopped at the Goodwill on Oakland Park. They have revamped it. Gone is the huge bargain bin section I used to love. They are converting all floorspace to used clothing. There are some small shelves of dishes and kitchen things. The old radios, kids toys, luggage and bric-a-brac said good-bye. More 1990s market grads behind it, I’ll bet. That generation are bastards, because they don’t allow that some things exist just because people like them. If that crowd had gotten their way in my generation, Memphis would not have been. You see, Sears kept the pet department at a loss because it brought people into the store. I took those market classes and they told us to watch for departments that lost money, but left out whether there was overall synergy. All the dumbfecks in the class never even wondered about that. Now the whole store makes less money because it is no longer fun to go there.

           Then, with a half tank of gas (Orlinsky tipped me $5), I went to Archives. The Friday meeting group was there, which I’d forgotten. They seem to be some kind of focus group. What? Oh, focus groups are people who swear by focus groups, which they would, wouldn’t they? Much like I swear by young pretty women. I thought it was a literary group all these months until I heard them speak tonight. They take turns revealing what shallow and colorless lives they lead. Since they take the central area you can’t ignore them when you are at the book racks.
           One guy, why is it always some thinking-impaired dropout, said he was fasting. Then, he adds only during the day. To diet, or something religious? No, he lets slip, nothing so noble. He wanted to know, for the first time in his life, what it was like to go without something. His monotone went on to say he now identifies more with the homeless who fall asleep inside Borders. Part of his job is to kick them out. There are some value judgments going on there, because I’ve nodded off myself in Borders on a comfortable afternoon, and the staff has never even woken me up. Then again, it may depend on whether the book in your lap is quantum physics or new age astrology for I can’t think of much other difference.

           I’m searching for a book on placing database on the internet. It seems this is not that popular a subject. One book gave some examples without saying how it was done, so that was useless. Find me a book that tells how to publish a database online. I know it involves a form to submit the search but I need to know the code that translates the query, does the actual search, retrieves the results and sends them back in a readable form. Still with me? The reason I ask is that this is not a standard search like people do with Google or Yahoo. A database is a highly structured method of organizing information. Thus, far better set of search criteria can be designed and I intend to be the one to do it.
           For now, I use Access because it has the twin virtues of being on every computer using Windows and it is free. I take that back, I saw Windows XP in Best Buy with a price tag of $299. Outrageous for a obsolete package that will become outdated and unsupported within the next ten months. It is free once you have Windows, I don’t think you can even buy it as a standalone anymore. I can tell you that Microsoft has done a piss poor job of selling it either way, so it is best they bundle it with MS Office. It is common to find people with no idea what Access is for. It is almost as common to find people who think they know Access because they have used it for years.

           From personal experience, I’ve seen that many times. Even Don, who says he has ‘programmed’ Access for years, was stunned to see my junction tables last Wednesday. Even when handed a printout of the primary keys, he needed explaining of the process – and Don has studied both normalization and relational integrity. This makes me conclude that Access can be used without even incorporating the two strongest features. Does this mean my little tables are so advanced they have nothing to contribute to the average user?
           The Win 2000 computer from ABC is on my table. It has been modified for network use and I’m having trouble even looking at some of the partitions. Win XP insists on installing as a dual boot system where I don’t even want Win 2000. I have no manuals, no copy and no use for a product so indifferent to the home user. I think I will stay up late and do a clean XP on it. The CPU is twice as fast as the Aptiva at ABC. If I can get in there tomorrow, I’d like to set up a private PC in one corner to share Thom’s DSL. He’s nice about it, but I have to get in his way to download drivers. This could also be my incentive to finally learn how to password and protect a networked computer. Certainly don’t want any of the locals using it when I’m not there. I don’t have any time to think it through right now, but it makes sense to me that a set cables strung together will work fine provided any one of them is a crossover.

           Right now, I have a chocolate craving so I’m walking over to CVS. Then, because I love surprise corroborative evidence, I’m going to spur of the moment scan the covers of every book in my apartment. I just now thought of that and it will be a good test against anyone who might suggest I’ve inflated the number of books I read. They might still say I’ve never read them, but it would be pretty impossible to think I could now go back and erase any mention of them, especially on the backup copies that are 3,000 miles away from here.
           This is neat, because I have more, not less time to do these things. It is like the payoff I planned thirty years ago but getting here 10 years early. Everything is new to me in the realm of TV programming. When I was in Best Buy earlier I saw couples wondering amid home entertainment, wasted on hope that a big screen might make the same old movies more interesting. Thank god I left the easy things until later. Like marriage. They say the best matches are made by men who waited “too long”. That was Mencken, who I quoted today, a coincidence. He said once that if women were as good at getting a man as they were at conniving, a bachelor over 25 would be so rare the locals would pay admission to see him. I should not say that, because I did not read his book, rather a book by a lady who agrees with him. I can’t remember her name, but she said she would rather be a blonde than any manner of brunette, because she could have any man she wanted without a “frontal assault” (whatever that means) of the kind brunettes must resort to. Perceptive lady. The only thing this country needs is enough tall, good-looking, slim, blue-eyed blondes to go around.

           Last, I called Mike about the results of the web page study, it will cost him another $84.30 to get underway. The places that want to sell you metatags, the things that work to bring your web page to the top ten of every search are some kind of con artists. While I don’t doubt they can enhance things, the prices are out of line for those who can’t and won’t guarantee anything. They call their trade “Search Engine Optimization”. I think I’ll wait to see what happens before even considering such advertising methods. My prediction that Mike would want more web pages was fine, and it was satisfying to point out that the expansion capability I had already built in.
           Later, as in 1:39 AM. I stayed up and scanned in about 2/3 of my library. It took time to bring the books in here and reshelve them afterward. For the sake of it, here is something totally original that nobody in North America has ever seen before. I’ve talked about it and mentioned it in the journals around 1995. It is a map of Cuidad Bolivar in Venezuela. I’ve heard recently that there is a company making a new edition. This one, however, is a classic. One day I’d mentioned that I would like a map of the city to compare with one I had drawn from memory in the early 90s, and a quick ask around downtown revealed that nobody had ever recalled there being such an animal. Even the museum and older print shops in town said they had never heard of one – but if I found one, please, they would like to see it.
           Years later Gilbert was in a dentists office going through an old stack of magazines. Sure enough, this may be the only remaining map of the city before they renamed the waterfront area from Alameda to Paseo Orinoco. Since this map was published, a few things have changed. Perro Seco (Dry Dog) and Mango Asado have gone to seed and are high crime. The big blank area in the middle has been taken over by the federal government and turned into a botanical garden, the largest in S. America. Problem, they made an artificial lake and the caimans (alligators) moved right in. Can’t shortcut across there at night, although I know where the path is. The upper left hand corner of the park is where all the off duty taxi drivers hang out. Up is north on the map, and the area east of the park is one of only two hills in the city. There, don’t say I never show you anything original. Yep, that is the real Orinoco River along the top of the map. Been there many times.

           Parting thought from the mood I’m in today – at least my library is large enough to make it a worthwhile evening project. Around 100 books scanned so far. Here is a sample. The scanner is a Lexmark X75, which gets three bad marks already.
• the driver installs 233 programs on your computer • the scanner moves the same speed no matter what the resolution • deep colors, not necessarily just dark colors, come out hard to read

Wednesday, October 5, 2005

October 5, 2005

“Will that be cash, check or information?” J. R. Levine, 2005

           (Levine is the author of a book for Dummies about Internet Privacy. He says the same things I have been telling people all my life – everything anyone records about you will be used against you at some point. Your only defense is to not let them record it in the first place.)
           I’m pretty sure Glenn must be getting financial help from his parents. He does not make enough money teaching and playing to be saving, like he says. Another reason I think so, is because he has never grown up and has the wrong attitudes for independent survival. You can only cling on to certain ideals when you have the money to do so. I quit the band because of one of those attitudes, that as long as he makes $50, the rest of us will come truckin’ along and play half-gigs for free. Now he is sending me ‘evil’ messages on my cell. That’s what I mean by never growing up. He is still into this new age and voodoo stuff and the parts of life that you believe rather than understand.

           Not only that, but I just got ripped off on a pack of Bridge Mixture. There was only one malt ball in the lot. I know there is only one cherry in a can of fruit cocktail, but don’t tell me Lowney’s has gone that route. On top, I ran out of evaporated milk. So did the corner store. I did the unthinkable. Yes, I purchased a can of white death instant coffee creamer. Please forgive. In my defense, may I say that I did get a brand name, Coffeemate, and even then only for emergency use.
           I’m thinking of ways to market my printer database without selling the farm. I keep returning to my booklet idea. I print a specialized booklet that targets one relationship. They would see the results, but not the query that produces it. While I don’t want anyone knowing how the tables are constructed, I’ll abide by the Elliot formula. Of every 100,000 people who see it, 1,000 might realize it is a database, 10 might decide to copy it, and 1 will actually do anything but will realize it is work and go nowhere with it. I ran some test cases y’day and already it is plain the catalogs are using flat files, plain from the repetition and mistakes. It would be ideal to sell the idea to some outfit like downloads.com, who have printer drivers but not in a format you can investigate. You have to already know what printer you have and go looking for it.

           That is a spinoff, I know. The important thing is the concept of piggybacking. For example, it is labor intensive to try to look up all printers with cartridges that cost less than $30. Or even to know what selection of printers are available. I am very aware that there are no databases that contain warnings about printers. For example, I think people should be warned about the Hewlett-Packard printer driver installation process. You think you are just loading some software to make your printer work, and HP pulls a fast one. Their disk downloads tons of crap into your program subdirectory, where it is very difficult to find or uninstall. Then, although they don’t (yet) require registration or activation, there is a ton of advertising and pop-ups every two weeks thereafter.
           Back to my printer database. It is a start since I have always believed the best use of the internet was to look up facts, not fiction. Facts belong in a database or they are hard to find. The degree of difficulty between placing fact and fiction on the internet is probably best revealed by the fact that the net is mostly fiction. Any foof out there can create fiction.

           I put in another ten hours of study, likely because one way or the other, my time is going to get less available. There was an interesting documentary on China, featuring Wal-Mart. It went on about how 3% or so of the market could afford upscale products, and that was still so many hundred million people. The problem is that that 3% have utterly no compassion for the other 97% nor any reason to develop such concern. These people do not have a philosophy or religion that sanctifies helping your fellow man and once they adopt American business methods without American respect for human rights, look out.
           You would have found me in the Ft. Lauderdale library all afternoon. They kicked one lady beside me off the terminal because she had looked up a book on a website instead of the index. She was sitting right next to me and the staff were over there within minutes. I told you, those busy looking people behind the counter are watching your screen, for those of you who thought I was imagining things. Ft. Lauderdale library are some of the worst abusers of privacy I’ve ever seen. They actually watch which aisles you walk down and have a code system of little head nods between themselves.
           Thom at ABC is really keen on this ¾ way house. I asked him to find any written information that would give some idea of the operating expenses. The government pays $900 per person per month, two to a room. So a three bedroom place is $5,400 per month. I need to know exactly where the demarcation of responsibility is, both morally and legally. If I can invest say, $30,000 startup capital and I am not liable if some ex-con slashes his wrists or some granny won’t take her medicine, I will consider it. Don’t worry, I know that I could not distance my self from the entire operation, but I only want to deal with the numbers part. I want 20%, or $500 per month clear income.

           Don was in for the lab, we covered all the difficulties I have with XP. I have computers that work fine with 98 that will not install XP, or have hardware conflicts with XP. XP cannot be run from DOS mode and creating a NTFS partition blocks off that area from easy use if you decide to revert to 98 (as I did). You cannot upgrade from 98 in some modes, such as missing the SE package. Also, the setup in the main XP directory is different from the autorun version. There is also a kernel problem using winnt32.exe. This evening we did not succeed any install in six attempts. (Nearby is a picture of one of the mint-condition older computers we regularly get at the shop.)
           Don’s theory is that the reason you need a Win 98 boot disk, but not a XP boot disk is because of the different FAT versions. I don’t understand it, but I think the theory is valid. This discussion resulted in our first original really super-geek computer word, created by us surrounding the merits of a larger than necessary active partition. He says make the partition three times larger than needed, I say a few megabytes over is lots. Anyway, you want the word we coined: “undefragmented”.

           The 30 to 40 minute dead time during the install gave us time to go over our direction. My business philosophy stands firm, the purpose of investment is to earn a return, not to hire high-priced labor. Thus, whatever we do it must be something we can both put together and maintain on our own.
           I looked keenly at the ways that ISPs do business and it does not look so great. Not only is there cutthroat competition, lots of the ‘services’ offered seem to be intentionally labor intensive. My suspicion is that most people who start an internet business don’t really know what they are getting into. One book stated that to get a ‘storefront’ on AOL, you fork over $125,000 plus 10% of the sales. I don’t know if I’d do that even if I had the money.
           It is becoming a little more clear how the existing places do business. The whole structure is inefficient for what outwardly should be a model of streamlined computer efficiency. Not so, there is an expensive surprise awaiting you every step of the way, and often from people who know you’ve gone too far to back out. Many otherwise reputable sources fail to warn you about the gouging and nobody seems to list all the pitfalls. That form you pay somebody to put on your web page will not work unless you pay more to have it activated.

           Our liveliest conversation was the printer database. Don is fascinated by the technology, but like a lot of people, only learned it well enough to pass an exam. This is not uncommon, I know many people who did fine with computer studies until they hit the part about relational database. They found it harder than matrix algebra. Part of the vagueness is, in my opinion, the result of not being able to physically see these relationships. I finally gave him a copy of the junction table. That may not have helped. Most people can see the one to many relationships between the manufacturer and the fact that each manufacturer produces both printers and cartridges. It is the connection between the two ‘many’ tables that loses them. How can 1900 printers and 800 cartridges have over 9,000 unique relationships?

           He’ll get it once he uses it a few times. That always helps. He hasn’t learned to mentally separate the single occurrence of an item to the fact that a clone of that entity exists as many times as there are relationships in which it is an element. The books don’t help by stressing that each item only appears once, which is true. This is not to be confused with the fact that there can be many repeats of that item in a compound key. He was bowled over by the immensity of the junction table. I consoled him by pointing out most people haven’t a clue how this works.
           The junction table is large. It is the table that represents the relationships in this database. One of the things I chose when I started was a database large enough to discourage any quick imitations. If you think people won’t steal a good idea and milk it, you’ve never heard of Bill Gates. You may think the reason he dropped out of college is because his marks were so high the professors could not grade his exam answers, but I think otherwise (that he was kicked out, I mean, notice that they won’t even tell you what courses he was taking). Alas, I have no such wealthy and influential family with the connections to bail me out and everything I have of value was earned in my own lifetime. There is nothing wrong with healthy peasant stock as long as you aren’t one of them.

           I showed him the source documents (catalogs from office supply joints, which are getting pretty chewed up by now). Like myself, Don likes to be shown the intermediate steps. One process that really impressed him was the speed and accuracy with which the database could find errors in the originals. He was amused that the database is so accurate that I never bother to go back and edit the sources. It is easier to flag the error and carry on, an error is only another piece of information. Equally, he was captivated by the (almost continual) process of sorting for duplicates, but that is so undemanding a better explanation may be he has just never seen it done before.
           Nightie-night. It was another 20 hour day.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

September 27, 2005



           Here are some sample pictures taken on my Argus. I’ll need to get a better camera, being that I can’t borrow Glenn’s anymore, ha ha. Anyway, most of you get the idea. Hold it. Fred will have a really good camera, won’t he?
           Rounding off the day, I fixed up that computer from ABC. It only has a 4.3 GB HDD and that is a little shaky. It just does not boot sometimes but diagnoses okay. Bill Gates at work again, when you defrag, he recommends that you turn off all other resident programs – but does not tell you how to do that, or even where to look for them.

           Authors note 2021: This is the first “pure” post using pix from the original Argus 1600 digital camera. These photos were taken months earlier, but I had not learned to format or store them properly. Still leery of over-priced new technology, I borrowed cameras before buying, often resulting in phots that were fantastically huge for what was needed. Thus, until I found the Argus at a reasonable price, photos from this era are rare.
           I remind the reader that at the time, much of this was ground-breaking for my age group, there was nobody you could go ask for advice. Well, I mean, you could, but sadly, you would get it. From people without a clue. Like Glenn, who had a gigapixel camera but did not know how to get the pictures off it. He had no clue there was a computer in the loop. And he was dismayed when I told him he had to buy one, after which in two months he knew more than I did. Go figure.            This page was finally published on July 23, 2021.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

September 25, 2005

           The trailer is moved, it is just before noon. It is in the huge empty parking log behind Fred’s. He agreed instantly, probably because he has a matching trailer hitch. The trailer is an excellent replacement for a large and expensive pickup truck. It is also low maintenance. The parking lot is large and full of nooks where the trailer could fit, but there is one great spot and one bad spot. You watch, even though the places have been vacant for years, some Florida asshole is going to complain the trailer is in her way. There should be a photo near to prove the trailer is not and cannot be in anyone’s way, it is behind a telephone pole. Chained to it.
           In fact, to prove a point, let us see how long it takes for some Florida peckerhead to squawk. I’ll include very clear photos to show the trailer is in the middle of nowhere in an unused spot. The grass patterns show it is not any kind of foot traffic area and there are no doors or even windows blocked, no reason for anyone to beef. It is as completely out of the way as humanly possible under the circumstances. It does not occupy a potential parking spot. The trailer has to be wiggled into position behind the telephone poles, and there are far more convenient parking spots closer to the building access.

           I’ll bet, in the second matching photo of the immense, unused and empty parking lot (on a busy Saturday business day), you can hardly see the trailer. Hint: look at the bottom of the telephone poles in the center area. The bet here is how long before some Florida asshole gets into a fit. Their problem is not ordinary jealousy of others, that they have aplenty. What they really hate is the thought of somebody else hauling something in a trailer without telling them. There is no cure for that condition, except death I suppose. I highly recommend the cure.
           Mike came over, he is quite typically frustrated by computers. For that, he sure has some nice computers. He was a tad incredulous about the number of IBM Thinkpad laptops that are over here, usually the result of thinking laptops are something special in the computer world. I explained they are actually fancy toys and are rarely an economical repair. I said frustrated, and I mean because adults want a computer to do something for them without the hassle of having to learn how it is done. After all, that is why most adults buy a computer, see? They want the computer to put all the indents and margins in a letter and make it look perfect for them so they don’t have to learn spell checkers or the innards of burning a CD. Without a childhood exposure to computer methods, it is hard to have any feel for what to expect of the contraption.
           Case in point. Mike did not understand why we could not just hook up his laptop to my system and transfer the files. Why we had to first burn a CD, which takes a long time on his equipment and will not display properly on my seemingly infinite network of bigger units. You know, I can’t answer that myself. It seems that networking causes all kinds of other idiosyncrasies Don and I were not anticipating. We were already wary because things went so well for what we are used to. The free memory error (so far and over here) occurs only on computers that we networked.

           [Author's note 2021: forgive the bad formats and style of these early posts. They are adapted from hardcopy. I had also yet to learn how to store photos and text together so I could find the pictures, until then, expect references to things that are not there. Note also the cryptic "calendar" style of writing.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

September 24, 2005

Yesteryear
One year ago today: September 24, 2004, United, First, whatever.

           Today I try to find a home for the trailer, maybe even work for it. I can and will rent it to anyone with a credit card that I can replace the entire trailer with if they get out of hand. The point is I have to get the thing registered out of state. The whole trailer thing is not good, Steve said I could park it behind the shed when I moved in. Now he wants it moved for no good reason. It is brand new, covered with a new tarp, not in anybody’s way and in a spot that cannot really be used to park anything else – behind the tool shed. I think I’ll tow it over to Fred’s on Monday morning.
           For the first time in years, I got a newspaper and went through the want ads. I find it interesting, although I have bad memories of going over those ads in near desperation when I was 18, looking for any kind of work that was dignified and paid a livable rate. There was no such thing but I did not know that and I actually thought the government would not permit such jobs to exist. One thing about scams, they tend to be persistent. There are vending machine scams, envelope stuffing scams and work at home scams in every local paper. A few of the publishers put in this futile and cryptic warning about contacting the BBB, but not one of them has the guts to refuse ads which prey on the weak and despondent.

           [Author's note 2021: the above trailer refers to a tow trailer, not a mobile home. This is the trailer that eventually became a camper. I had forgotten the rest of this day, but evidently I was also looking for a mobile home to purchase. In the end, it was 11 more years before I found what I was seeking--a real house. I lived in trailers all that time. Eleven years.]

           I was looking at land, but habitable land (something with a domicile). In particular, the cost of trailers (mobile homes) that are situated on private lots. Fully taking into account that this is a hurricane zone and the building is neither a trailer, a home or mobile, I have lived in worse places. The highest rent I have ever paid in my life has been since I moved to Florida. You should assume I will do the proper calculations over a trailer before I buy in. This is sheer speculation at this time as I have not received any money from RofR nor seriously looked for a high-paying job. The point here is that I plan far ahead and always have – but it is also proof that merely being able to plan well is not any kind of edge in this economy. You can still get scrood.

           I’ll talk a few things over with John. Who has nil experience planning ahead. However, unlike most of the people I chum with, John does know that planning when you have money is totally different than when you don’t have money. For example, my projections for the trailer are the price of the land and building plus $100,000. What is the extra money for? It is to earn enough in very secure investments (such as Class A Munis) to defray the monthly costs of taxes, utilities and upkeep. It is hard for me to understand how so many people overlook these recurring expenses. Nor do I find it easy to sympathize with people whose equity is 100% tied up in the property and thus have to use their social security to pay the bills. Property poor, I believe, is the term.
           Plus it is not rocket science to see that people who own expensive property are targets for every con artist and government agent in the area. I’ll play by the rule that it is hard for somebody to sue you if they don’t know who you are. To people like my ex-roommate, Ken, who think snooping on the neighbors is a normal daily activity, a trailer is ideal. However, it is also ideal for me who always pretends to be a tenant and who has utterly no interest in the neighbors. My inquest right now is based on the fact that while trailers have not followed the local increase in condo pricing, they have held their own in resale value as increasing numbers of retirees pass away and the units come on the market. Buying a trailer without the land is not an option, as Florida will charge so much in lot rental that for a few dollars more you could have bought a house.

           Another constant is the sick practice of real estate sales people who put their pictures in the ad. They must be so full of themselves, particularly the couples who think they are Ken and Barbie, or the women who look like middle-age hookers. “Gee, honey, look at this handsome couple. Why, I think we should fire our ugly real estate agent and base our future decisions on cosmetics.” All these pictures are of people in their mid-thirties. Gag me.
           The trailer is moved, it is just before noon. It is in the huge empty parking log behind Fred’s. He agreed instantly, probably because he has a matching trailer hitch. The trailer is an excellent replacement for a large and expensive pickup truck. It is also low maintenance. The parking lot is large and full of nooks where the trailer could fit, but there is one great spot and one bad spot. You watch, even though the places have been vacant for years, some Florida asshole is going to complain the trailer is in her way. There should be a photo near to prove the trailer is not and cannot be in anyone’s way, it is behind a telephone pole. Chained to it.

           In fact, to prove a point, let us see how long it takes for some Florida peckerhead to squawk. I’ll include very clear photos to show the trailer is in the middle of nowhere in an unused spot. The grass patterns show it is not any kind of foot traffic area and there are no doors or even windows blocked, no reason for anyone to beef. It is as completely out of the way as humanly possible under the circumstances. It does not occupy a potential parking spot. The trailer has to be wiggled into position behind the telephone poles, and there are far more convenient parking spots closer to the building access. I’ll bet, in the second matching photo of the immense, unused and empty parking lot (on a busy Saturday business day), you can hardly see the trailer. Hint: look at the bottom of the telephone poles in the center area. The bet here is how long before some Florida asshole gets into a fit. Their problem is not ordinary jealousy of others, that they have aplenty. What they really hate is the thought of somebody else hauling something in a trailer without telling them. There is no cure for that condition, except death I suppose. I highly recommend the cure.
           Mike came over, he is quite typically frustrated by computers. For that, he sure has some nice computers. He was a tad incredulous about the number of IBM Thinkpad laptops that are over here, usually the result of thinking laptops are something special in the computer world. I explained they are actually fancy toys and are rarely an economical repair. I said frustrated, and I mean because adults want a computer to do something for them without the hassle of having to learn how it is done. After all, that is why most adults buy a computer, see? They want the computer to put all the indents and margins in a letter and make it look perfect for them so they don’t have to learn spell checkers or the innards of burning a CD. Without a childhood exposure to computer methods, it is hard to have any feel for what to expect of the contraption.
           Case in point. Mike did not understand why we could not just hook up his laptop to my system and transfer the files. Why we had to first burn a CD, which takes a long time on his equipment and will not display properly on my seemingly infinite network of bigger units. You know, I can’t answer that myself. It seems that networking causes all kinds of other idiosyncrasies Don and I were not anticipating. We were already wary because things went so well for what we are used to. The free memory error (so far and over here) occurs only on computers that we networked.

Picture of the day.
2005 Corvette C6.
Remember to use BACK ARROW to return to blog.

           I had to reinstall Windows on all the networked items, except this unit. Ding! Another common point is all the other units were modified by a disk created on this unit, the only one with Win XP. I’ll be nice and pursue that another time. I was going to visit Aventura, did I mention the Jewish physics girl hangs out there? Instead, I picked up an computer from ABC which is in excellent condition except some bozo did who did not know how the cases slid off and bent the metal sides. That should be good for a tank of gas.
           Thom also has a few extra monitors he says I can have. Remember the lovely Nadia? She is gone. She now has a job at a Country Club that pays $17.50 an hour to start – more than I ever made as a payroll accountant. There are accounting jobs out there that pay $12 an hour where these days a babysitter makes $10 per hour. Well, she was far too good looking to be working in a Thrift Store. Thom is too rich for it, while we are on the subject. The least he used to make running a pawn store is $70 per hour. He has some horror stories about people pawning everything they own past the point of no return, including churches. Tales like that make it easier to understand why I’m taking a break and entering some printer data.

           Okay, an hour later. I am almost done entering all the cartridge data. I think, although I admit I have not checked the internet, that this is a valuable and unique database. Maybe I’ll see what is out there early next week. All I can tell you for now is the database is really complicated. Part of the difficulty is that it is very hard to avoid shortcuts when designing the list of printers. Get into that trap, and you will make it harder on yourself in the long run. Here is a tiny portion of the listings (in one table), and can you see the error? It is a tedious and stupid error, all my own fault, and I will spend considerable time correcting it.

           F04
           Business Inkjet 1100
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 1200
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2200
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2230
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2250
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2280
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2300
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 2600 Series
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Business Inkjet 3000 Series
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 110
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 120
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 140
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 145
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 150
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 155
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 160
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 170
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 260
           ewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 270
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 180
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 190
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 280
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 290
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 210
           Hewlett-Packard
           F04
           Color Copier 210LX
           Hewlett-Packard

           Not so easy, is it? Most people cannot even see the error, because it is a logic error. If you don’t see it already, quit trying to figure it out, I will tell you. Plus advise you to go into another line of work. It is a normalization error. I did not treat independent data properly. I’ll explain why I made this mistake, but that does not make it less of a mistake.
           Reading the second field, you see that the printer description is repetitious. The phrases ‘Business Inkjet” and ‘Color Copier’ are repeated down the column. These are descriptions of what the item does, and it fooled me because it is also part of the model name. A Hewlett-Packard Color Copier 110 has to be searchable both as the name ‘Color Copier’ and the type ‘Color Copier’. See, it is even hard to describe. Try another example in reverse. A Hewlett-Packard Apollo P2200. What is it? A copier, printer, fax or combination thereof? I may have to introduce an intentional redundancy in my data, where a ‘Color Copier’ has an extra field listing it as a ‘Copier, color’ just so it can be found by a person searching from either standpoint.

           Fortunately Fred has a background in database. He told me that he quit studying it at the point where things got too far from reality. That point is the many-to-many part of relational databases. You cannot make a computer think like a disorganized human. Some people may disagree with that, but they do not understand the intricate workings involved. The computer is dumb but highly organized, and these printer manufacturers had no overall master plan. Fred can already see the value of the database, and my intention to have a terminal set up in the store where people look up what they want without the need for a catalog or a clerk.
           he database is a long way from that stage, but I think an equally long way from where I started eight months ago. The plan (or dream at this time) is that a customer, drawn by our impossibly low prices, logs on to my database or steps up to a terminal set up on the counter. Key in any piece of information, and the system matches the cartridge.

Model
Make
Type
Item
MSRP
Qty
Our Price
X-25
Canon
Cartridge, Toner
095
$73.99
Each
$55.00

           I stress that this is NOT necessarily a picture of what the customer would see, but it represents the data retrieved, which happens so fast it is virtually instant. Certainly faster than using a catalog. If it sells, the system is expandable to include extras like a picture of the cartridge (gee, aren’t we glad we know how to take infinite horizon pictures) and maybe info on how many left in stock. It is efficient enough that the prices in this example are pretty close to what I predict.
           Everything should look familiar except the Item 095. What is that? I’m glad you asked. It is many things, the most important of which tells me that of the 130 different cartridges that Canon currently sells, it is number 095 on my list. It will tell me lots of related information about that cartridge, even if Canon discontinues it or changes the name. How many of you even had any idea how many cartridges Canon sold? Hewlett-Packard sells 550 (which is really wrong) followed by Xerox with 160. As you see, it is a very powerful database already.

           Here are some sample pictures taken on my Argus. I’ll need to get a better camera, being that I can’t borrow Glenn’s anymore, ha ha. Anyway, most of you get the idea. Hold it. Fred will have a really good camera, won’t he?
           Rounding off the day, I fixed up that computer from ABC. It only has a 4.3 GB HDD and that is a little shaky. It just does not boot sometimes but diagnoses okay. Bill Gates at work again, when you defrag, he recommends that you turn off all other resident programs – but does not tell you how to do that, or even where to look for them.


Last Laugh

Monday, August 29, 2005

August 29, 2005

I read 59 pages of the new book on JS (JavaScript). Every last author I’ve ever read goes stupid trying to define objects. This one is no better.

They tend to start by saying everything is an object. Duh, yeah. Usually they say, as examples, that a tree or a dog is an object. Friggen geniuses or what?

Question is, what does the fact that a tree or dog is an object have to do with computer programming? They don’t say, but it is nothing. That is correct. Objects in programming have nothing to do with trees or dogs, even after you learn them as examples. You cannot fix a stupid idea once it gets into computer text books.

The word on the street is to end all JS statements with a semicolon. Except sometimes.

The remainder of this entry is too muddled to post.

           Life [magazine] cover, Aug. 2005


           [Author's note 2025: This post was likely extracted from a desk calendar. Other than reading, most other activities were at low ebb as it took fifteen months to recover from February 2005. After that date, I continued getting worse for six months. Then, I decided to buy a bicycle. It was this second heart attack, not the first, that really hit me. It's arbitrary, but this day in August 2005 could likely be the weakest of my life.]

Friday, August 26, 2005

August 26. 2005

Rollovers. The current big this is to have something on your screen change when you move the mouse pointer over the . Seems like a good idea if you’ve got time on your hands.

           [Author’s note 2025: Rollovers are a scripting command. It defines how an icon or screen object changes when the cursor "rolls over" it. ] Hurricane Katrina, about to hit.

Sunday, August 7, 2005

Saturday, August 6, 2005

Friday, August 5, 2005

August 5, 2005

           [Author's note 2025: I don't know if the date on this clip is accurate. I found a disk with some of this material and formatted it to what you see here. The original footage has sound but I chose this presentation, which I call "Super 8" mode. Sometime that year, we stopped by a harvested field. JZ was raised in the area and knows how to pick what the machines miss. He's after tomatoes here. He eats probably twenty times as many tomaotes as I do, so he filled two bags that day, if I recall.]


Thursday, August 4, 2005

Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Tuesday, August 2, 2005

Monday, August 1, 2005

Friday, July 15, 2005

July 15, 2005

Newly discovered record (found 2014-10-14)

This should give you an idea that Friday's, being my day off, could often contain a lengthy record of items missed out over the entire previous week. Also, these were never meant to be blog-published and may not make sense to the casual reader.

           Yay, the month is half over and no job prospects yet. Don’t get me wrong, I could prosper at $12 an hour, and if I decide to return west, watch how fast I get the cash together. Still, I have to start work Monday to have a paycheck for the August rent. The Hippie called but this morning is too busy for a power walk. He is still getting the runaround from that gal that used to attend his class. She e-mails him with promises but never shows, the classic female game. Of course, the Hippie would rather complain about all this than dump her, another thing that is totally different about us.

This concerns the extra study Don & I are undertaking because of shortcomings at the school we attended.
           I updated the notes for last evening’s meeting. The consensus is that we are moving around six times as fast as going to school. This takes into account the fact that we are forced to learn only what is needed rather than what is contained on some outdated curriculum. Once the system works, then we’ll worry about memorizing charts. Computer schools are strange that way, I mean, one would think that because computers are a new discipline, they would abandon anything hide-bound. Instead, it seems most of the schools have adopted the worst characteristics of tradition and padded the courses with what is easy to teach and hard to learn. Where the opportunity had arrived to develop entirely new methods and to teach only what is truly relevant, they debauched it for the money. This is an ancient scam, for example medical schools until recently demanded students learn Latin, a language nobody has spoken for a thousand years. A+ insists students memorize I/O addresses, something they could look up in a book if, by some mischance, that information was ever needed.
           At the shop, I talked to PJ (I hope I got that nickname right) about my college degree. He knows some professional places that are not as ‘nosey’ as the one I checked out. You may recall those people, I wanted an accredited place to look over my credentials, verify them, and get me an equivalent American degree. Problem, they had some ignorant idea that they had the right to go beyond that, and keep a photocopy of my marks on their files. I told them what they could do with that. There is apparently a list of other places that respect your privacy. I have yet to see a place with a privacy policy that does not reserve the right to change that policy without consulting you, which is sick in the head.
           Marcela’s son has a Dell, or some Dell-like computer. It has the sound card and all games drivers deactivated. It also had Windows 2000 on it, and that is one strange system. I did a normal upgrade to XP, and all the icons and applications disappeared. When I tried to revert to 2000, it demanded a password which I could not clear even in BIOS. Fortunately, there was nothing important on the computer, so the upgrade and a few programs brought it up to snuff. There are no games, however, and that is a negative for the kid. I must somehow learn to reactivate such sound cards. I dropped in to ABC, and Thom finally has a DSL link. It is called DSL lite, and apparently is only for businesses, which sounds kind of dumb. When you activate the browser they supply, it starts AOL. I don’t know if that is a problem or intentional. Also, his system is very slow for a high-speed connection. He wants to make up some flyers, so I designed one for him tonight.
           For a break, I watched the TV news. That issue of banning the video produced by homos is still clogging the airwaves. Notice how these queers have perfected infiltration tactics. First the spokesperson says he can’t see any link between sex and the children’s video. He waits 48 hours, and then says that the people on the school board who voted against the video must be homophobic. Like all pressure groups, he can only see things clearly when he can’t get his own way. Notice how he turned a democratic vote into a gay-bashing issue? They should not wonder why they are unpopular, they accuse everyone who doesn’t praise them as being intolerant, which is just not true. Now they are trying to overturn the majority vote. The issue was put to the vote for a reason. Now, the faggots are saying if you don’t vote in their favor, your vote shouldn’t count. Give me a break.
           I had a forty minute break, so for the first time in my life I walked into a gambling casino. The Hard Rock Café and Hotel over on Seminole Drive. Funny, for most of my life I thought Seminole was a brand of wheat. I was once in an airport lounge in Las Vegas, but I have never seen anything like this before. Thousands of one-armed bandits, or at least very close to a thousand. Now I know where the beautiful people hang out in Florida, they are all gamblers. This was in the early afternoon of a working day, and the place was nearly full. Anybody whose wife was remotely good looking was parading her around. (Yech, some of them were really only remotely good looking.) It was 99% men. Don’t believe those movies that a casino is a classy place to hang out.
           The theme is rock, and they have costumes worn by Bill Haley, and Bon Jovi. There are guitars bolted to the wall and displays of rock trivia. Nobody looks at them, everybody was gambling. I noticed how quiet it was, not a carnival atmosphere at all. In the background they had some older rock music but the whole thing seems like a failed attempt to give the place a theme other than gambling. Now to me, almost any gambling is an addiction, so I leaned on the rail and watched the goings on. A minority of the crowd were tourists. Generally, the parking lot was full of Florida plates and the crowd looked like Florida, except on average it was a far younger crowd. My guess on the average is maybe 35 years. Finally, we discover where the crowd a little too old for the beach hangs out. Like the TV shows, the security cameras are all over the place. There are ATMs every few yards, but the slots must work on a voucher system, for I saw nobody using cash. Another surprise is that obvious the local Indian tribe has very little to do with operating this place. Aside from one over-priced store full of Indian crafts made in Taiwan, the Seminoles have plainly farmed this operation out to the mafia. Let the games begin.
           Here and there, a particular gambler caught my attention. These are the ones who think they have a system, but really don’t. They try to act like the gamblers on TV, but they have no talent for it. One man, with a brush cut and wearing almost a tuxedo, was playing cards with a dealer, just the two of them. He made an elaborate display of pretending he was using skill but she was slowly taking all his money. Nobody seemed to be drinking. There are lots of lounges, again full of middle-aged men but no women. Smoking seems to be allowed. Several other posers were play-acting, but if I could spot the patterns my first time, that gives you an idea how phony the whole thing was.
           The casino is in the middle of a mall, mostly small stores. It seems they are trying unsuccessfully to promote the idea that it is a shopping trip as well as a gambling joint. All the stores were empty. The odd person in the walkway was plainly taking a break from gambling, for the clothes they wore would be too uncomfortable to walk out in the open. This is the place John wants to go to meet women, but I assure you there were no approachable women there. They would be outnumbered anyway. I felt no urge to gamble in the least, it does not even tempt me. There was a Hooters but remember, Florida holds the world record for old waitresses who used to have nice tits ten years ago. I did not stay long, but my God, what a droll way to spend your time off. Another thing I noticed is that not one person in the entire area was smiling. The card playing seemed an entirely mechanical activity, and the slots, well, a good pinball machine is far more exciting. I watched one lady playing three machines by herself. They don’t pull a lever anymore, they push a computer button. She was swaying back and forth on her stool playing all three from left to right. These machines cost one dollar per shot.



Thursday, July 14, 2005

July 14, 2005

Newly discovered record in an older computer in my shed.
Posted in 2019.

But first, here is a photo from 2005. I randomly picked one and it is a shepherd in Donegal, Ireland. And it may be one of the last photos of real food left on the Internet. Also note the long paragraphs, obviously not designed for a computer monitor.


A comment on all the phony "job" ads in Florida.
           I downed a pot of coffee and went into the shop. I see the pattern to Protech, they are also running some phony ads to get you signed up. Again, there is nothing illegal about this in Florida, and certainly not any moral issues for the people who place these ads. They lie, and it does not bother them to lie. It now makes sense why they don’t call back. There are no real jobs.

The anti-computer dude I showed how to surf is now an expert telling me how it's done.
           While on the net, I did a search on Thrift Stores Florida, and pulled the top page of listings (of 60,184). I printed the source code, something which later Don found fascinating. I dropped in at Thrift Mall, then B&N, but I could not study any more. Instead, I read a book on Navy Seals, noting all the soldiers were Caucasians, and a book that taught women how to detect when men were lying. That’s easy. Glenn called to say he was rather proud of his new digital camera, and the slide show which he sent to lots of people. I don’t think he understands that I know the slide show is automatic in XP and he didn’t have to do anything but download the camera. He also mentioned a WiFi seminar at the Marriott but I was not up to it.

           Later, I called Marion, and we talked about a mass of details. [Big segment removed here.] My most famous quotation is, “The thing I like most about America is that when you help your neighbor, it is your choice. Not your neighbors.”
           We talked a little about money, and how, unless you are born rich, three is a charm. We are both starting something new for the third time. Marion remembers Xmas with Memphis, but this was the first time we ever discussed the cost of travel. I went to Mexico seven times at an average cost of $1,900 each trip. I was in Venezuela for over a year all told during the 90s, sixteen trips at an average of $2,200 per trip. There was Thailand and the Philippines, where the air fare alone was sometimes that much. Plus, while I was there, you can bet I did not waste my time with women my own age, ho-ho. Marion pointed out that beer costs money as well, but I never factored it in because I never drank in expensive places. Like a lot of students, I studied over beer and pizza, so she is probably right that even if this only cost me $4,000 a year, I was there for 16 years. On the bright side, my pizza and beer consumption in the last year has been zero.
           Marion and I talked about the things we’ve done that endured, and really, if there is no break in the situation, I want to take any job that earns me enough to move back home. Seattle. I don’t miss winter, but I miss real people. There is a little more sad news. Remember Jill, the one I was so close to considering, but in the end had to admit there was a potential genetic problem? It seems that she has a four-year old from the new boyfriend and all is not well. I don’t know the nitty, but believe me, hearing this news makes me very sad.

Some computer talk, as this was never destined to be published. I seem to be documenting a repair job for some other purpose.
           Don was over at 7:00 PM prompt, and we tore into protocols. He was quite absorbed by http when I showed him what I’d done with html. He had never seen html code before and was a little overwhelmed by the material. That’s fine, he can learn it on his own and I gave him a copy of the Thrift store code, with an hour’s explanation on how to interpret most of what appeared on the web page in terms of the code listing. It is certain he will study code now, especially when I showed him several instances where using automatic coding [such as Dreamweaver and FrontPage] caused problems. The objective here was to get a working set of code to transfer between two networked computers, not to learn html. The six pages of notes took on the 9th required over three hours of discussion and interpretation. Yet there is no doubt the progress is far faster than class lectures. We then turned to the problem of the NIC card not working, although the individual software tests showed all was fine. We work well as a team because he looks at things differently enough to make me think things through from other angles. First, we removed the PnP card, it is an ISA, then installed the driver. The mouse seized – aha, the computer does have both a modem and mouse, so we have an old-fashioned IRQ conflict. Changing the NIC IRQ had no effect, and device manager shows there is no conflict.
           It was nearly 11:00 PM and we were getting exhausted. Another day I will remove all potential problem devices one by one, starting with that modem. The system keeps attaching modem drivers to the NIC card. Morale is high because we have narrowed down a problem far faster and better than we were taught. Both of us have that strangely familiar feeling that we are in that situation where the first problem encountered is the most difficult we’ll ever see, and everything will seem easy after that. We’ve all been there. There is no movement, but there is plenty of progress. Don was also quite fascinated by the hacking techniques I had to show him to explain various processes. He did not know it was possible to open files with other than the parent application, or that encryption did not necessarily render text files totally unreadable. He was also unaware that one could download and print html source code, as told earlier.
           We know we are on the verge of suddenly having a full working network, and one that we completely understand. I stress that it is a primitive network of one virtue; that we built it ourselves. Was it Ben Franklin who said, “What good is a new-born babe?” (He was replying to a comment at a demonstration of the newly invented locomotive that it had no practical use.) It is an hour later and I notice my demo disk is gone. Maybe Don thought I meant he could have it, but no. That was my only copy. No matter, we got far beyond that during tonight’s nearly five-hour study session. Remember, these are voluntary, so nobody sticks around unless the game is worth the candle. That, and earlier I had made my special honey-mustard mushroom meatloaf and the place still smelled like home-cooking past midnight. Never mind, I found the disk mixed in with my DOS pile.

And yes, Ken, I read just as much back in 2005. And 1995, 1985, 1975 etc.
           Reading. Yes, I read every day and this time it was that book about the Army of the Potomac and the events leading up to Gettysburg. Most revealing to me was the descriptions of the treatment of the wounded, for the book lumped together all soldiers who were not at the front lines. Thus, there are plenty of descriptions of what you could call desertion. I see that the majority of the false insurance claims and scams going on today were invented in the civil war, the first war with any type of concern for the wounded. The states operated the hospitals. Thus a wounded man who walked out the door and went home was not absent from the army, but absent from the hospital. Men who signed up for money could leave and sign up again elsewhere for more. What got me was the way both the doctors and hospitals worked to keep men from returning to the front. The motive for this was to keep men with skills around the hospital, even if that skill was just raising chickens. It saved them money. Then, the proliferation of ‘new’ diseases and conditions that had no outward symptoms, well that is another story, but the idea was to keep out of the front lines.
           [Author's note 2024: this post reveals that blogging was very much still an experiemental thing around here in 2005. The formats and layout were not formalized, and much of the material came from calendar notes. Thus, you won't get as much "external" information from news or social sites. Even politics did not figure much until Trump's 2016 election revealed the extent of Deep State corruption. The focal point of the above blog was the employment agency scam. They advertise as if they have a job, when you incur the expense to go to the fake interview, they are collecting resumes. This, it turns out, is not illegal in Florida.]

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

July 13, 2005

           I have to find work shortly, or spend my own money. That’s incentive for me, all right. Today, I’m going up to the library again, this time to further a bit of HTML, maybe take notes. The situation is still not where I would take a dead end job to pay the bills, for I tend to stay a long time at any job that does that. My goal here is to get ahead, and I would consider spending my own money as comparable to school tuition. Every dollar an hour any job I could get is $40 a week justification to wait out a good position and it is only a month until the students go back to school. That is the kind of job I’m actually looking for just now, some real experience in a trade.
           Here is a picture from 2014, placed here to spice up this long posting. This is why Miami will never be great. Drawbridges. They block the traffic at rush hour, but they will not restrict the pleasure-boaters or build high bridges. They are content to let a $2,000 boat hold up $20,000,000 worth of vehicles every morning at every drawbridge.
           Wait for the report later, but I am very keen on HTML and that is [the result] of the enthusiasm of not one, but many [of my] web pages functioning well right off the bat. Now that http has been hammered back into its place, I can focus on networking again – and that networking should properly be either the Internet or something close to it. Now I see that learning Internet protocols is a waste of time when you are getting started. It is enough to know they exist, so, if in the process of installation or repair, you have a reason to suspect they are not working, you can look closer. But this antiquated rote memorization represents the worst in a system that calls itself progressive. Now there will be faster learning. For example, when I want to transfer files, then (and only then) might I have a reason to bother with ftp [file transfer protocol] and only if it doesn’t work, itself a precedent. Veteran techs may laugh here, unless they pause to think how much time is being saved compared to their apprenticeship. How many techs out there could write what I just did after less than 8 hours exposure to a new topic?
           I went to the library intending to study networking. In the end, I was still enthused about HTML, and read several books on that. I know that HTML is a dated language, and most of what it does has been taken over by automated editors. Web pages are advertising, and advertising is a hard sell. My point is that learning the language, or any language, follows my old maxim: those who only speak one language can only think in one language, and until you learn another language you will never know what a limitation that is. I’ve worded it much more eloquently in the past. The message remains.
           Actually, I once read a phrase that summed up HTML, written by a twelve-year-old kid from Calgary, Alberta. When asked why learn HTML when one could use an editor, he replied why learn math when one could use a calculator? It is so that when things go wrong, you know how to figure things out for yourself. Don’t base too much on the kid being just twelve, obviously he had support the rest of us could only dream of. Hey, given six months my parents would reduce him to a back-stabbing, lazy, gossiping TV addict whose one intention in life was to get 'hisself' a share of your property.
           One can see that many of the newer web pages must be using a different system, and to me that explains all the variations on HTML advertised, such as DHTML and XTML. I’ve been around long enough to know that computer languages often change for the sake of change, and there is not necessarily any net improvement. Further, the more graphically oriented the language becomes, the more the results take on a boring consistency. For instance, I have long since been an opponent of giving personal information to strangers. (I also say that if you have to give personal information, then whatever you are trying to get is not free.) Well, if you look closely, most of the pages that want information not only ask for the same information, they ask for all of it, in the same order, using the same layout. That and since these input pages are considerably harder to program than regular web pages, it tells me the programmer used an editor. Too many people tend to think all programmers are uncannily intelligent, but I tell you it is like any other field – mostly full of idiots with half-baked college certificates. It is less common now, but I remember when these programmers insisted on their “right” to collect this information, and I knew people dumb enough to think they had to fill it out or they would face consequences!
           Over the past year, I have finally seen magazines and other articles that are outright warning people not to give out any information. That is, reputable magazines and newspapers. These editors are not just suggesting that it is bad idea, but outright advising people not to do it, and to severely question if there appears to be no choice. These articles all have one thing in common – they are ten years too late. The information already gathered will be enough to screw a lot of people for life, and they gave that information out themselves. Think of what you are really doing when you post your resume on the web. You cannot go on thinking everyone out there is as honest as you are.
           [Author's note (2014): and people who post personal information on line are at the top of the list for identity theft. I was calling them idiots a long, long time ago.]