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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

KILL A TREE


In the world of computers my wife does not excel. She tries. Sometimes she tries very hard and I give her a lot of credit for attempting things without much information or training. Recently she has become in charge of a large fund raising event simply by attending a service club meeting, raising her hand and suggesting a format. As a result she is spending a lot of time on the phone and computer and there are two months to go before it all comes into focus and bears fruit.


One of the things that happens when spouse is on the computer is she prints out a lot of stuff, all to our wireless networked ink jet printer. The next thing that happens is she opens up 15 programs and asks me to fix things when the computer bogs down under the load. Programs do funny things when they cannot find sufficient memory to do what they are supposed to do, but mostly they just become s---l---o---w. Sometimes they lock up and there is no resuscitation short of energy death and reboot.


For this fundraising event spouse wants, and should have, a web site to advertise and provide forms for certain vendors. In preparing materials for the web site content, the printer is spewing a waterfall of ink onto pristine, white pages. Most of this ends up in a recycle box which we use for note pads and scratch paper. We have enough note pads to cover the remainder of this century, and remember we are still two months away from launch.

Sometimes spouse likes things she sees on web pages and decides to print out the page without formatting the print job so that the one page she wants to see suddenly becomes 3, or 7, or even more. Note pad material.

So far I have totaled up about eight bucks of paper, exactly $98.98 of ink, plus tax, and $ 98.39 for a domain name and one year of server hosting. That is just a few pennies short of $206. The next time spouse wants to attend a service club meeting I am giving her a wad of cash and a sign that says “Will donate money to (fill in the blank) .”

And to you techie folks out there, there is a small, but well healed, market, beyond the Gamers, that would be willing to fork over big bucks for laptop computer with 32 gigs of RAM.

Scotty. Beam me up.




Sunday, April 22, 2012

DeLorean - Highway to Cure MS

When I took the DeLorean to a fundraiser car show a couple of weekends ago, a young fellow with a nice looking camera came by and started taking pictures. From the care he took with his shooting angles and the conversation he was having with his friend, I guessed that he may know his way around both cars and cameras. When we started talking I learned that he made his living photographing events, mostly weddings, but that his hobby was shooting cars so I asked him to email me some of his photos. It was a very pleasant surprise when I received his email today with a big zip file attachment.


The photographers name is Trevor Fry of FRYMOTO.COM and he lives in San Luis Obispo, California.

The car event was “Highway to Cure MS”, staged just outside Arroyo Grande, California in a pasture in front of a donor’s home. When I pulled into the pasture in the morning, the car staging manager immediately directed me to an isolated spot near the county road and entrance to the event. The gull wing doors of the DeLorean always get attention and apparently my job for the day was to chum the waters of commerce, and bring the casual passer by into the pay gate.

It was a beautiful spring day, even if a little cool, and the people and food were great.








Friday, December 9, 2011

Melancholy moments

Our Casa

I am enjoying being on the central coast of California for this mild beginning of winter, even though we have set a few new record low temperatures for early December, dropping to 30 degrees or less for a number of nights. The days begin crisp, but sunny, and ramble up to the low 60’s which makes golfing a bit more enjoyable than what is typical for this time of year on the Oregon coast. Still, I am a bit bored and will need to find more to do than just golf if I am to keep sanity within hailing distance.

There are of course many holiday parties and related outings to attend, but these are tests of memory as we try to remember the names of the hundred or more people we have met in the last month. And they challenge the willpower involved in keeping the fork away from the mouth too frequently, or with such rapid movement and frequency that I would need to move to an all elastic wardrobe. I am finding new friends but still miss the Florence gang and the close connection we all have. There is a certain additional camaraderie there in Florence as we all survive storms of significant enough magnitude that if they occurred on the East coast they would paralyze the nation and be the subject endless news reporting.

I miss Oregon and all of my stuff that will not fit in the Casa Sur, especially the garage space and my coffee roaster. The houses both in Florence and Nipomo are pretty much Julie’s space, with small carved out corners for myself, so the garage has always been sort of like my registered mineral claim with the BLM. (Julie just might take exception to this as my 50 inch television looms large above the fireplace) And I miss the outright ruggedness of Oregon. California seems so controlled, sort of antiseptic compared to the Pacific Northwest. Without changing latitudes I do not know how to get both sunny skies and the outdoorsyness of Oregon.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Tow




So my favorite daughter Alisha (and only daughter) bet me $5 that I would have at least ten people honk at me as I towed the DeLorean eight hundred or so miles South for our over-Winter in California, and I readily took the bet thinking that my poor hearing would immunize me from financial loss. Well, I was wrong and Alisha was up five bucks before she contributed it back into the petrol fund.

What transpired during the tow was the filming of at least ten feature length films of a DeLorean under tow, with the various “crews” even taking to the road shoulder to capture the proper angle. Of course this often led to the camera vehicle camping out in my blind spot for prolonged periods and extra diligence on my part to make sure I did not squash these trespassers and end up being the star of films titled roughly “The last moments in the life of John Smith as he captures irrelevant images of car on a trailer.” Several times I was almost scraped off onto the road shoulder as my lane ended and the film crew failed to recognize my need to merge, with the blinker and hand signals indicating my urgent intention. There are laws on the books making it illegal to talk or text on a cell phone while driving, but none that I am aware of specifically targeting picture taking. Legislators listen up – this is your chance to make an indelible mark on society.

As I crossed into California and stopped at the agricultural inspection station I was asked “Sir, do you have any vegetables or plants with you and, by the way, the fellow in front of you really likes your car.” This was from a vehicle that was trying to force me into the truck inspection lane until I pounced on the brakes and swung in abruptly behind him.

Mostly what I noticed as I checked my rear views every few seconds to keep from pan-caking mostly little foreign cars of dubious parentage (i.e., non-British) were a thousand phone photos being snapped, and many thumbs up as they accelerated past my tow limited speed of roughly, cough, cough, 55 MPH. There were so many smiles directed at my road numbed, drivers side silhouette that I began to think that the scenery alternatives must be extremely bleak. But I suppose that if a stainless steel vehicle can make people happier, without killing them, and that the internet postings of thousands of blurry pictures of my D-car are not a burden on the servers of the internet, then that is OK. Alternatively, next time, I can either throw a sheet over it like some military transporter of classified equipment, or set up my own movie camera on board the DeLorean to capture my own entries into the YouTube world of interesting stuff people do.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Blame Congress


I do some of my Banking with Bank of America, in part becuase I have been with them since the beginning of geologic time, and because they were conveniently located to where I lived and worked. That changed over ten years ago and it is now a twenty minute drive for me to get to the only B of A on my part of the Oregon coast, but I have continued to stay with them becasue my banking evolved along with the internet to include all of the bank services I could possibly need right at my laptop computer. The only reason I ever go to a real bricks and mortor location is to deposit a check.
At the end of last week B of A, along with many other big banks, announced that they intended to begin charging $5 per month for the use of our ever popular Debit Card. This move is the result of Congress being pressured to limit the fees banks can charge merchants on debit card transactions to something like 24 cents, whereas before legislative scrutiny they had been charging up to 40 cents. All is good - sock it to business to figure out how to cope. Thus the new fee on consumers. Thank you Congress, you messed this one up nicely.

Well, now that I am almost thoroughly enmeshed in the online banking system, this last friday, shortly after the fee announcement, the B of A online banking system virtually tanks, slows to a crawl, or is inaccesable. I am deeply suspicious that the two events are linked and that someone or some group is thinking that they are making B of A pay for their shoddy treatment of thier customers by fussing with the banks internet banking system. If this is true, then "they" have mostly negatively affected people like me who need to do things like pay bills and transfer money. Oops.

So I am now resorting to sending e-n-v-e-l-o-p-e-s in the mail to my utility companies. I am thinking that I will join the revolution that Congress has started and just sending in the payment stub to the utility, no check, and a copy of the message that appears when I attempt to access my money in the way that the bank prefers:

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

JJ

For those of you who know JJ in San Carlos, Sonora this photo is classic JJ. I found it on the "Viva! San Carlos" site and just had to share it. You have to read his apron.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

How to Scare Tourists Near Mexico

So I flew into my native city of Tucson to visit family and shuttled over to the XYZ Car Rental facility to pick up a vehicle for the week and went through the normal formalities of renting, but was surprised at the sales pitch that was thrown at me for insurance coverage.


Basically the young man behind the counter reminded me that I was in “a border town” (not entirely accurate) and that many vehicles are stolen along the border (true enough), and he asked me where I would be traveling and staying, implying that things are more than a little dangerous in many parts of Arizona. I inquired of the salesman as to the cost of several insurance options, with the most likely pitched target being something like $14.99 per day, and I then informed him that I believed that my own insurance covered my interests under the circumstances I was likely to encounter. His reply deepened the suspect nature of the human terrain likely to be encountered during my visit as he casually mentioned that their contract called for me to compensate the company for their “loss of use” for up to 28 days when their vehicle was stolen under my care.

I suppose insurance sales techniques have always tapped into that balance between greed and fear, but I resented the implication that my city, my beloved southern Arizona had become a war zone of thieves and scoundrels, untamed by the authorities, and that my only solution was to send money to the headquarters of XYZ Car Rental to limit my exposure.

If I had purchased insurance from XYZ Car Rental, my cost of rental would have almost doubled from the contracted price, excluding taxes and fees. But that is not what really bothered me about these minutes at the rental counter. It was the attempt to play a “tourist” using the much reported border security issues and the inferred perpetuation of the belief in the overall lawlessness in Mexico that really galled me. I wonder if sales associate prospects are trained in these techniques by the company if they are to be posted near the Mexican border? I love Mexico and have traveled their often enough over my lifetime, both by car and other means, and I know not to leave my vehicle parked unattended in a dark alley in Nogales, Sonora or Mazatlan, Sinaloa, and for that matter in Los Angeles, California, and Miami, Florida or just about anywhere else likely to not have a population mostly concerned about their golf handicap. In other words don’t become easy prey for thieves – anywhere. And yes, dark alleys in Tucson should be on the dumb list too.

And I also was reminded by this encounter of a basic tenet of business: If you are a corporation trying to glean a few more dollars, or pesos, from me you should know your target better and not insult them.

As it turns out, between my own insurance and that provided through the credit card I used for my rental, we’re covered well enough, but it will take some time, or medication, to get my blood pressure back down to a reasonable operating level.

(This was published in the Arizona Daily Star as a guest submittal on on May 13, 2011)