Except: frak, the archives are hosed, too. Plus I have to learn the more recent Blogger editor, as well as Typepad. And more. Work proceeding incrementally.
New template ASAP! But no promises as to when RSN happens!
Stuff intervened. Blockages are now being unblocked.
The staffers have again been fired and replaced. Some momentary place-holders; I cheat:
Home ER. Meds, blood, yrs's worth indigent med services, illegal pics, vids, chat with PIO, fixed 3 hospital things (maybe), gave $.25 to 5 homeless, helped sev. patients, SIEU-bonded, enjoyed BART 3-card monte pro, eyeballed shill, inclued them, mail sort, fed cats at 5; said hi, SEK.More shorthand on me, rather than substance; substance, we hope, soon:
Beautiful day. Immense learning.
Am golden god.
For few minutes.
Still ow. Life = joy if open.
PIO."'Showing up is 80 percent of life": The New York Times, Aug. 21, 1977.
Three-card Monte: drawing a player in.
Enjoyed spotting shills since at least 7 years old; grew up in Brooklyn, riding subway. Haven't had a chance to spot and observe since at least 1999. Terrific nostalgia, and I love to Sherlock. Obvious!
Smiled a lot as I watched the play. Smiling, quietly observed to short conner that I'm quite sure he didn't want his photo taken. He agreed, in friendly fashion; said I wasn't the Man, just enjoying a pro, we all do what we have to do, wished him luck.
He lost his money on three people because of this, but that was his choice. I got 3 other people a dollar bill -- not counting his shill, of course. They got off at next stop. Surprise!
Huge fun!
Many other spiffy BART experiences. Big city = civilization and home!
Learned much much more about BART. Did some video and pics, briefly.
Endless more. All endlessly entertaining, save for a few bits that were only painfully entertaining.
One hospital bit: pointed out usefulness of chairs to a few people who might do something about it, maybe. Another: pointed out to relevant employees that huge permanent sign directing everyone in waiting area to "wait behind red lines" less than useful when red lines do not, in fact, any longer exist. Big surprise to them! Pointed out that 2 sheets of 8 x 11 paper, and some scotch tape will fix in a minute!
Changed all that by time I left.
Various similar stuff.
I like to help. Makes me feel good. All selfish, though all ephemeral. Here today, gone tomorrow. We're all under reconstruction.
So is the hospital. They always are.
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Made more notes and a few pics on disabled services problems. Had lovely chat with lovely woman on train home. Various nice chats with others in station. Just... all sorts of other stuff. Helped some people in need out in waiting rooms. Was distraction from own pain and... helped me be distracted from my distractions.
Pretty good day.
No more busy than usual. Good progress.
Some fear and trembling and pain? Nothing that matters now!
Attributed to Allen Stewart Konigsberg, aka "Woody Allen," aka the guy whom I shared elementary school teachers with at P.S. 99, and teachers at Midwood High School, who:
Allen spoke Yiddish during his early years and, after attending Hebrew school for eight years, went to Public School 99 (now The Isaac Asimov School for Science and Literature) and to Midwood High School. During that time, he lived in an apartment at 1402 Avenue K, between East 14th and 15th Streets.I spent most of my early years at 1047 East 10th St., between Avenue J and K, where I went to P.S. 99, where we both had Mrs. Slote -- I did, at least, and she claimed Allen as her student, as did... another of our teachers.
And I went to Midwood H.S., where we shared at least one, if not two, other teachers. The flashback scenes in _Annie Hall_ go to classrooms unchanged when I was there, though some had been "modernized" by the early Sixties; others were identical, with the same wooden desks with inkwells, etc. See also the apartments in _Radio Days_, and you'll see my grandma Ida, my father's mother, apartment, that of my Aunt Gussie, and the same generation.
Ida was the only grandparent alive in my lifetime; she died not long after my parents separated and divorced.
“New Dimensions”
Robert Silverberg:
… ninety-nine percent of life is sheer abstraction….Allen Stewart Konigsberg:
I have no apprehension whatsoever. I've been through this so many times. And I found that one way or the other, your life doesn't change at all. Which is sad, in a way. Because the people love your film... nothing great happens. And people hate your film... nothing terrible happens. Many years ago, I would... I would... a film of mine would open, and it would get great reviews, and I would go down and look at the movie theater. There'd be a line around the block. And when a film is reviled, you open a film and people say "Oh, it's the stupidest thing, it's the worst movie." You think: oh, nobody's going to ever speak to you again. But, it doesn't happen. Nobody cares. You know, they read it and they say "Oh, they hated your film." You care, at the time. But they don't. Nobody else cares. They're not interested. They've got their own lives, and their own problems, and their own shadows on their lungs, and their x-rays. And, you know, they've got their own stuff they're dealing with.... So, I'm just never nervous about it.-- Woody Allen, September 2007 interview.
Everything connects. If you notice.
More to come. As long as I can.
But, damn I look forward to achieving cut-tags.
And I know you do, as well!
See you soon, I hope.
GON OUT
BACKSON
BISY
BACKSON.
Be there, or tee square, and then be here now.
Meanwhile: enjoy being there. That's what life is for.
Oh, and in mid-2010, I weighed 265 lbs. On November 11th, 2020, the day I arrived in Oakland, I weighed 235 lbs.
I now weigh 192 lbs.
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I've also long known how to do video.
Now I have more.
Change. Growth. Learning.
While I'm busy, Avedon Carol is someone you should read. Always brilliant, always great links, whether you agree, disagree, or Whatever.
Or go to next post: Or previous post.
So, did you take BART to Lake Merritt via Ashby station? Was cab fare comparable to Rockridge? Do you agree my assessment that Ashby BART has better access options for mobility impaired (or did I get that wrong?)
ReplyDeleteHow did shuttle to/from Highland hospital work?
Since you went to hospital on same day as asking questions about fasting, am I correct that no fasting needed? Additionally, my summary was adequate? Where did it miss?
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ReplyDeleteYes. Handed over $20 bill, asked for $10; don't remember actual "charge." I also always like to tip big to anyone who lives so much on tips. Also, I'm not the easiest fare, and it's not fair to drivers to be cheap on them when it's a short ride; nice man, too.
ReplyDeleteMost everyone is nice. Except for those who aren't. Experienced much more of first, all along way and back, but some of the other, too. Inevitable; worth mentioning only for the funnies. But if I were writing more, I wouldn't be brief, and now other stuff to do! :-)
I can't evaluate which station has better access without being able to walk around and explore them.
Rockridge would have been more immediately easier for me, since I knew something about where to go. Ashby was better because I learned something about new station, therefore greatly expanding my knowledge of BART.
Shuttle: I guess I didn't write that up yet, though I have the impression I did... yes, I kinda think I explained this briefly in phone message, ditto other points, but I very well may be wrong, and I don't expect anyone else to remotely keep up with my multiple mediums, speed, etc., and the more I answer where more people can see, the better for me, anyway, save that again I wind up hiding by security of my overloading people with too much info in too many places, but, hey, that's the internet and cell network, and the growing world consciousness today and coming: it's all a bunch of brain cells learning to write the best connections between the planetary consciousness.
Oh, I haven't explained my theories, yet, have I? :-)
Um, shuttle going was fine, and had nice chats with other homeless folk, and sick, giving advice, bonding, doing the usual; shuttle coming back involved standing in pain, trying to ask driver questions, being ignored, sitting on ground as only option, waving cane, having door shut in face, my banging on door with cane for over 2 minutes, driver driving off.
Took next shuttle bus. Mentioned, very briefly and politely, to that driver, as I exited, last, that previous experience perhaps faintly suboptimal.
Fasting, yes, always necessary, in theory, for 12 hours before various blood tests, including cholesterol. In practice: you don't want to know the medical details I can trivially cite. :-)
In writing. Ask me in person, and I'll tell you I need a keyboard in front of me, and can supply info in seconds. :-)
Summary great. You're great: magnificent. Thank you.
Hey, everyone: worship Dawn! She deserves every bit! :-)
Supplier of my current housing main current life-saver, Dawn #2, but very very close; but so many other people help me, I literally can't begin to list. There's a bit of info on the sidebar, but it's just a clue.
It's all... well, hope to write a post explaining more sometime, but so complicated!
Weight down to 192 lbs.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, template problems, browser problems, Blogger problems, Typepad problems, need to use multiple gmail accounts and yahoo accounts simultaneously with multiple browsers, various interference of purely technical computer and programming sort: not me. Pinky swear.
Just a matter of, again, time to figure out. Along with, along with, along with.
Pedaling as fast as I can.
Both Typepad's and Blogger's rich text editors, and plain text editors fight each other.
ReplyDeleteNot well designed, but since contantly updated by them, inevitable.
Am slowly teaching myself a bit more about HTML, CSS, etc., simply by usual 627. Everyone knows to always mouse over the xkcd to see the punchline, right!
Hard to address unknown audience with such wide variability of technical understanding of all this stuff. Story of life, story of everyone's life, really, save that... everyone keeps up differently.
Early today, someone said X is on Wikipedia, therefore if person A gets info from there, must know fact Z. Had to point out that anything on Wikipedia may not have been there five seconds ago, may not be there five seconds later.
Amazing to me that science fiction writers and readers are so slow to grok that we're in the future, and things change every day, hour, minute, online, but that's people for you. Variable. We're all quicker and slower at different things, and it all depends upon time, attention, what's in front of us, choices, priorities, our history, our input, what we can cope with, etc.
Learning rates vary. Everything varies.
Mirroring helps. Other techniques help.
But talk to me when you like and have time. :-) Didn't even finish basics like, um, various stories of how I almost died, kidneys, heart, good doctors, crap doctor, awful psychiatrist, let alone get to fun stuff, more on you, life, the universe, everything, but it's all 42. Thanks for all the fish!
Have a Babelfish attuned to decrypting Gary, if I can make you one, or we can craft one.
Wanna play? :-)
Response on Firefox for that: "Google
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Request-URI Too Large
The requested URL /2011/01/its-beautiful-day.html... is too large to process."
Have to switch to IE. Google integration not always wonderful. Samesame Yahoo, and: all fixable, but by the time I've learned it, they'll have changed it on me. We all have the same problem here; merely, again: variable.
Rather like xkcd 849, of course.
ReplyDeleteBut most things like xkcd. Which is why Randall = genius. 848. Etc. Keep going: but where will you find the time? :-)
You're being dogged by a shadow, and shadowed by a dog.
And on the internet, dogs are.