Fab blogger, Andrew Sullivan of The Dish fame, announce this week that he would soon be hanging up his hat. He will have logged some fifteen years in the blog-o-sphere.I’m surprised that I’ve lasted as long as a blogger as I have, but that is not even half of what Sullivan has done. Not that I’m planning on quitting anytime soon. I like writing and I enjoy showing off my photographs. Likewise, I’m not ready to quit this blog to write the great American novel, like he is. Sometimes writing every day is a chore, but mainly it is an avenue for my expression. I began this endeavor with both gusto and hubris. A couple of years into it though, I realized that I was mining my life’s experiences at an unsustainable rate. I think that this is a common discovery of would be bloggers and is a common reason for quitting. You just run out of things to say. I began in a rush with many of my friends and relatives. Unfortunately, most of these fellow bloggers have quit. Fortunately for me though, I’ve developed the blogging equivalent of fracking. This blog has actually altered my lifestyle. I now go out and do more than I used to do, just to have something to blog about.
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Old Beachy Headers
- The SS Minnow
- Mark at West Palm Beach
- Young Gulls at West Palm Beach
- The Earth Is Flat?
- Freighter at Sunset Header
Way back when I first started this blog, I used to update the blog’s header with each post. This was a lot of work and I eventually decided to stop doing this. Now all these photos are lost to the general public. I can still see them, if I search my media library, but no one else can. I have reposted some of them on the Headers page, but even these pictures come up unattached when I search for pictures that I have uploaded, but are not posted in a post. I guess the Headers page doesn’t count. The reason that I’ve noticed all this, is because as of late I have begun uploading photos for future posting. My problem is that I’ve been doing this long enough that there are photographs out there that I can’t remember whether I’ve used or not. When I search my media library for unattached pictures all of these former headers clog my search process. I could delete them, but some of them are pretty good, if I do say so myself. This post contains a small collection of these former header, all with a beach theme, because with winter solstice bearing down on us, who wouldn’t want to be on a beach right now?
Summering at the Lake
It seems like it’s been an eternity, but it’s never been closer than it is today. What? Why summer vacation silly. Earlier this week I read a Slate article, written by Troy Patterson their very effete “Gentlemen Scholar” in residence about summering. He was down on some poor schmuck who only had a week of summer vacation and was just trying to make the most of his little bit of time off by embellishing it with the term summering. I too only have a week off, but for that week I intend to be summering to the max. I’ll be summering so much that I might even be simmering. I guess that makes me just as much a cretin as the other guy. That’s just too bad, buddy.
Now my darling child bride will be summering at the lake, at least according to the strictures on summer vacations that Mr. Patterson has laid out. She’ll spend five weeks on Superior and then meet me again for another week’s vacation in the Finger Lakes. Still not quite the Hamptons, but at least it is in the same state. From a Midwesterner’s perspective that’s close enough.
There is just one wee tiny little problem with this New York vacation, I haven’t yet broached this subject with my boss. My plan was to wait until my Michigan vacation was over, before I announced the New York one. We’re in crunch time at work this summer and the idea of putting up two weeks of vacation at once seemed a bridge too far. I then came up with this more bite sized approach, but now that its implementation nears, I’m not so sure of its efficacy. Be as that may, it is now a course committed.
To criticize someone for making more of what little they have seems like more of a crime than that of one overstating their status. Some of us are not blessed with work that is not constrained to the office, like writing. Some of us are earthbound to our office desks. Famously, at least within my rather limited blog circle I once poked the bear about this matter. I was vacationing in Yosemite at the time and was climbing up the Yosemite Falls Trail. Near our summit, a crew was working on the trail. I wise cracked, “You’ve got one heck of a commute.” To which one of them responded, “Yeah, but when I go on vacation, I can spend forty hours in a cube.” I had to answer with, “Touché!” During the summering season, no one wants to be left home alone in the office, least of all me.
Orange Is the New Bad
If you are one of the one or two people and I can think of a couple of you, who did not watch the Super bowl yesterday then let me recap it for you here. Denver met Seattle in a New York stadium, which happened to be located in New Jersey. Denver received the kickoff and on their first play a high snap launched the football over the quarterback’s head and into the Denver end zone for a safety. If never really got any better than that for Denver, whose primary team color is orange, hence this post’s title, “Orange is the New Bad”. There is also a reference to a Netflix TV series in there, but I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader to figure that one out.
I know for 99% of you readers that the preceding paragraph imparted no new knowledge, but this is America and we are an inclusive nation or at least we are supposed to be. I grieve for those countrymen who did not share in the communal enjoyment of the Super bowl. Who did not rejoice on hearing our national anthem and “God Bless America” being sung, I meant the one in the Coke commercial.
I know that like all of the other Super bowl commercials we’ll all be able to see and enjoy this ad again, but for those few, those unlucky few, those self banded brothers, I do mourn. For those today, who watched this shed blood with me, shall be my brother; be it ever so vile. This day shall gentle our national condition; and gentlemen in England now-a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhood cheap whiles any speaks that watched with us upon Super bowl Sunday.
Super bowl Sunday is America’s secular holiday. Shouldn’t we go out of our way to include all of our citizens? When I think of the Super bowl, I see one of the few remaining tent pole TV events that can still bring this country together. We no longer have Ed Sullivan, the Beatles or even Elvis to draw us all together again, but we still have the Super bowl.
1-800-DIG-WONG
Monday, during the day, our Internet went out. By the time I got home and learned this, Anne was on the curb and was conversing with several similarly affected neighbors. Everyone there is an AT&T U-verse customer and while none of the neighbors were unhappy about the outage, they were all even more displeased with AT&T customer service. One neighbor was told by customer service that the problem was in her house, even though she knew that her neighbors were similarly affected. She told them so, but AT&T was unrelenting in its denials. She was told that it would take several days before a serviceman could look at “her problem”. The other neighbor was treated even worse. He was told that his modem was bad and AT&T insisted on selling and then shipping him a new modem. He even suggested driving to the AT&T store and buying a modem that night, customer service talked him out of it and promised next day delivery. Yeah, right!
Forewarned is forearmed. I went inside to check things out and sure enough both the Internet and the land line were kaput. I got on my iPhone and called customer service. I elected to complain about my down land line, instead of the Internet, even though they are both physically the same line. Looking back, this was a stroke of genius, which I’ll explain later. After wading through the automation, I got a human. I jumped through all of his hoops and after fifteen minutes convinced him that my problem was really his problem. He hit me with the bad news first, no service until Wednesday, but then sugar-coated it with a rebate for the three days of lost service. I took the money.
Coming home Tuesday, I passed by ten, count them, ten AT&T service trucks parked on just one block in the neighborhood. You could hardly make it through. I also noticed some excavation going on. After I drove home, I walked back there. It was only a couple of blocks away. By the time that I got back, most of the trucks had left, but five men were still working. I took their picture, which caught their attention and we began to talk. They blamed Ameren, the electric company, and a backhoe incident. I asked how long? They planned on working all night and didn’t expect service to be restored until Wednesday. The foreman told me, “Those are my two best splicers in the hole, but each of them has 900 lines to reconnect and that means 1800 individual wires.” They were both splicing in the bundle of twisted-pairs contained in a new section of 2” cable. “They need time to do their work right, otherwise, you’ll be getting someone else’s phone calls”, he joked.
On the way home Tuesday night, I heard on NPR that the Federal DC Appeals court had gutted the FCC’s 2010 Net Neutrality regulations that very day. It seemed to me that the FCC had attempted to finesse the carriers and not treat Internet connections like the regulated land lines that they really are. I am convinced that I got better customer service, because phone lines are more strictly regulated. No one wanted the FCC to stifle the Internet. This neither fish nor fowl approach backfired for the FCC. Now AT&T is free to continue rolling out its “sponsored data” service, whatever that means, besides me having to send more money to AT&T. Interestingly, only Comcast is still bound by the FCC’s Net Neutrality regulations, as part of its NBC/Universal merger deal and only until 2018.



