The increasing stresses and threats in the world have increased substantially over a relatively short period of time. Our once “safe” world has become a hotbed of real and imagined threats that makes us all fearful and uncertain about tomorrow.
This photo attempts to illustrate the many ways people try to get long-term satisfaction using short-term solutions.
I suppose it is only a sign of the times and has become commonplace. Five youngsters under the age of 20 rent a huge house across the street. On weekends I am sure valet parking is used to safely accommodate all the people going inside.
Their weekends are spent partying like there is no tomorrow. Visitors after 2 a.m. are non stop. They are decent kids , have responsible jobs but lack direction when it comes to dealing with life.
Sex. Drugs. Rock and roll.
Temporary solutions sometimes lead to long-term problems.
In the poem, an albatross starts to follow a ship — being followed by an albatross was generally considered an omen of good luck. Not sos with this latest Microsoft creation.
In computer terms Windows 10 is a virtual albatross that costantly appears on your omputer screen hoping to seduce the user into downloading the program thereby solving all your computer headaches and woes. Nothing could be further from the truth. Windows 10 truly sucks!
If the application was a prostitute soliciting business on a street corner public morality and decency squads would squawk and insist that such solicitatious behavior be nipped in the bud.
Windows 10 appears on your screen and will actually freeze it until you either cave in and accept it or press the little “x” symbol on the pop up screen to cancel it. There is no cut off switch to prevent this from happening again. It is a form of cyber extortion.
There is no way to have this annoyance not appear on your screen. I have received numerous complaints from computer users who have had their hard disks ruined. This happened to me in September 2015. Microsoft sems to be oblivious to the fact that this is a marauding program intent on ruining their customers costly systems.
Since that time I have downloaded the program to my own computer. Each time I hope that it will work properly . Each time the platform wreaks more technical problems on my new system that I care to mention.
The weirdest event that happened before I erased it again occurred when my computer let out a very loud sigh of relief a few minutes after I turned it off. I felt bad that day for overworking my electronic protege.
I really don’t care to minister mouth to mouth resusitation to my computer in the hopes that this lung collapse situation wil cease and desist.
Until Microsoft gets off its high hrse and admits there is a problem here we are all forced to sing the Windows 10 Blues.
Last spring I looked out my patio window and saw a street cleaning crew blowing and brushing and gathering up the sand, rocks and debris that had collected on a side street over the previous winter season.
Clouds of dust billowed freely about the workers as they meticulously brushed and scrubbed the remnants of the past winter . I would not have noticed them or their efforts except for the fact that the blowers they used created a cacophony of loud and irritating noises.
The men worked effortlessly as they marched headlong into the choking clouds of dust . They were the one stable element in an environment that lacked structure or permanence.
From time to time we should all take a step back from our own busy realities and appreciate and evaluate those other important things in our lives that transpire day after day without our ever having to pay them much attention.
Reality is more than what you subconsciously agree to see. It is also includes what you refuse to acknowledge.
“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…” ― Anna Godbersen, The Lux
Is it just me or is there a conspiracy afoot between the fashion industry and the medical profession which dictates to our array of talented designers the order that winter time is the chosen time for dark and gloomy color schemes and summer the ideal season for the brightest and most brilliant color schemes the fashion world could possibly devise?
Winter is the ideal time to saturate the clothing isles of all our major malls with colors meant to energize, mesmerize and colorize a world dominated by dark nights and white snowfalls.
This is the time of year when many folks suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and seek some kind of daily buzz to help them not only lift their sagging spirits but also inspire them to get out of bed and enjoy the day.
These folks erroneously seek costly medical and psychiatric advice on how to overcome the debilitating effects of their affliction when they should be forming lobby groups demanding that their merchandisers twist a few arms and get fashion houses to rethink their winter line of uninspiring styles and drab seasonal colors.
It does not make sense to me that clothing in the summer tries to compete with Mother Nature’s brilliance and lively colors. Nature’s unlimited color palate is much more creative and inspiring than the most renown fashion house could possibly devise.
In economic terms would it not make more sense and cents to spend the money many of us are now paying for prescription drugs and expand our personal wardrobes with items that build up our energy levels and excite us to be alive even during the most bleakest of winter days?
Today I went to a nearby mall hoping to find a few colorful polo shirts to help liven my spirits. I walked into a number of popularly advertisers retailers and was told that the bright colors were reserved for spring and summer. The rows of clothing I saw were black and brown and dark depressing shades of purple.
It is unfair and economically depressing that fashion color sense has fallen prey to a type of enforced color phobia that would have kept Sigmund Freud busy for years.
We are what we wear and at times this could be relaying the wrong message to our winter weary brains.
“Adam was but human—this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple’s sake, he wanted it only because it was forbidden. The mistake was in not forbidding the serpent; then he would have eaten the serpent.” ― Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson
The woman in the photo above was calling her husband to come and help remove a large buffet hutch that her two sons and husband had casually dropped off outside my patio doors over night.
A noisy commotion began last night about 10 p.m. and lasted about two hours. This ruckus in the suite above mine rattled dishes in the kitchen cabinets. It should be noted that the neighbors themselves are arrogant and a call to on site management is alway key to a solution when dealing with them.
There is a clause in our rental agreement that absolutely forbids tenants from using the apartment grounds as their personal dumping ground. These tenants had been there long enough to know the ropes of being a responsible renter.
It was generally quiet overnight but this morning about 11 a.m. the racket started again. I picked up the phone, dialed the complex manager’s office and made a request asking: (1) what are they doing upstairs; (2) how long will this noise continue; and (3) what are their plans to removing this wooden behemoth from the outer entrance steps?
My phone call for assistance got immediate results. The noise stopped , the woman in the photo called her husband to help her sons remove the mess and the cabinet was carted away to the dump.
Most delinquent tenants place their abandoned furniture beside the green garbage collection container during the night and then skip town hoping that no one will catch them. There is a $250 fine if you are caught .
Sometimes you have to raise a ruckus of your own to ensure that your safety and your fellow tenants safety is assured.
“If you talk bad about country music, it’s like saying bad things about my momma. Them’s fightin’ words” ― Dolly Parton
Charley Pride, his brother Stephen (bottom photo inset) and his band “Carlton Pride and Zion” mesmerized their audience with their music and vocal offerings. Even the teenagers in the audience stopped their texting and tweeting long enough to join in and sing some of their favorite Pride tunes.
Charley Frank Pride is an American country music singer, musician/guitarist, recording artist, performer, and business owner. His greatest musical success came in the early to mid 1970s when he became the best-selling performer for RCA Records since Elvis Presley.
Although he has been around a very long time his charismatic stage presence, love for his fans and his genuine desire to interact with his musical fans shone through as he rocked and rolled his audience in a dignified country manner.
You can learn an awful lot about the do’s and the dont’s of marketing fruits and vegetables in a super market by paying a bit more attention to the items the clerks in that department happen to promote on any particular day.
On a recent trip to a nearby market this past Thursday morning I spotted in the produce department an unusual type of fruit that was enclosed in a special protective wrapping. A nearby sign told interested customers that this was a pineapple and the price was listed in large numbers.
Intrigued, I approached a nearby clerk in that department and asked him what kind of “pineapple” it happened to be. He looked at the item and after a few moments of deep thought informed me it was a “shaved coconut”. Apparently the old signage had not been removed to accommodate the newly arrived item.
The insert on the left shows the “shaved coconut” display. The insert on the top right the pineapple display. The main photo display contained the rough-and-tumble non shaved coconuts.
The clerk told me that many shoppers preferred the pampered coconut over the rough and ready kind. It was a matter of taste. The packaged and primed version cost a few dollars more. The cello wrap and the protective lining on the coconut protected it from external bumps, bruises and breakage.
For me this was a learning experience. For the produce employees just another day in paradise.