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January 25, 2008

Never Do That
Friday. To lose one's profile is to lose one's email, of course. I can see the advantage of a browser based system like gmail now where you can just, you know, log in on any old computer. Another item to add to the list when traveling with the laptop. My email connection information so I can set it up on the road and serial numbers for any software such as Homesite that requires re-keying when your profile goes away. I am not writing this is Notepad, by the way, since I have Dreamweaver on this laptop. I don't use Dreamweaver much as my html editing needs are modest and Homesite (long ago orphaned by Macromedia and now Adobe) works just fine without a whole bunch of effort. Maybe I need to change. Maybe I need to come kicking and screaming into the 21st Century, but I doubt it. Not yet. Not me. Not now. Dear god.

An interesting editorial in The New York Times this morning where they endorse Clinton and McCain, McCain as the best of a bad lot with this interesting comment about Giuliani:

“Why, as a New York based paper, are we not backing Rudolph Giuliani? Why not choose the man we endorsed for re-election in 1997 after a first term in which he showed that a dirty, dangerous, supposedly ungovernable city could become clean, safe and orderly? What about the man who stood fast on Sept. 11, when others, including President Bush, went AWOL?

“That man is not running for President.

“The real Mr. Giuliani, whom many New Yorkers came to know and mistrust, is a narrow, obsessively secretive, vindictive man who saw no need to limit police power. Racial polarization was as much a legacy of his tenure as the rebirth of Times Square.

“Mr. Giuliani's arrogance and bad judgment are breathtaking. When he claims fiscal prudence, we remember how he ran through surpluses without a thought to the inevitable downturn and bequeathed huge deficits to his successor. He fired Police Commissioner William Bratton, the architect of the drop in crime, because he couldn't share the limelight. He later gave the job to Bernard Kerik, who has now been indicted on fraud and corruption charges.

“The Rudolph Giuliani of 2008 first shamelessly turned the horror of 9/11 into a lucrative business, with a secret client list, then exploited his city's and the country's nightmare to promote his presidential campaign.”

I haven't lived or been in New York for thirty years, but that was what I was picking up about Giuliani, the man being a veritable thug, and yet he's been touted for some time now as a potential President of the United States. Not that anyone in the Republican party is going to place any credence in a Times editorial other than to vote against McCain, I'm skeptical of the Times anymore myself, but that's over the top language for the Times and it gives you an idea of what his home town paper thinks Mr. Giuliani is about. Made for nice reading over breakfast.

More politics.

How can you avoid it? I'm thinking of really turning off the various news programs that I seem to have running twenty-four seven and explore the silence (of my own thoughts).

And what are your own thoughts?

Good god. My own thoughts. How could I sleep?

Later in the morning. So I let Ozzie, wonder dog, out this morning into the back yard as I was supposed to, finished what I was writing above and went back to bed where I took a two or so hour nap before I was awakened by someone at the door. My, my, I thought. Maybe it's the mailman with the pair of glasses I left at the motel on the way up finally coming to find me. My, my, but poor Ozzie had gotten out of the back yard (I having forgotten he was there when I went back to bed) and the neighbor (very good neighbors around here) had become worried and was returning him. Embarrassing to still be in bed at ten-thirty in the morning, particularly when I'd turned in before ten. I'm evidently still in need of a whole lot of sleep, although I'm hoping I don't feel the need for another nap until I've gotten out later and taken some pictures. As I write I have no idea what I'm going to run today. Something (anything) from Portland? Frozen Portland. Up here in the north where I have no doubt the polar bears once resided?

I'm feeling better about using Dreamweaver, by the way. Just the html code aspects. I have it along with PhotoShop and Illustrator CS3 buying them just before retiring (thinking buy it now when you still have a paycheck, you'll never be able to afford them after you retire). Little did I know I'd actually use it. PhotoShop yes, I need PhotoShop, I use PhotoShop in my sleep, less need for Illustrator, practically no need for Dreamweaver until perhaps now. It has many features for designing web pages. I've used them in previous versions in the past. Now that I have time, time when I'm not napping, maybe I'll just look at one of the tutorials they included with the package one of these days.

You'll never do that.

Then again I'll never leave poor old Ozzie out on a cold morning. A warm morning, sure, but a cold morning no way. Never. Not here in Portland.

Well, we wander. A quick trip to Fred Meyers for cereal, wine and Draino, the Draino for one of the kitchen sinks, not for the wine. Interesting plume of Draino smoke when I added water, a veritable roiling boiling sink there for a while (window above the sink open, kitchen door open to the back yard, me out in the back yard thinking I'd let things settle before I returned) and, after a second application with similar results, the drain started working again and everything was wonderful. Pretty heavy excitement for a Friday, don't you think? Now that I've ventured forth to break out of my comfort zone(s) north of California? I thought so.

Why video sounds (looks) like it might be fun:

The photograph of my laptop was taken in desperation with a Nikon D2h mounted with a 24mm f 2.8 Nikkor lens at 1/10th second, f 2.8, ISO 200.