Sunday, April 26, 2015
April 26, 2015
Fresh Tomato juice from Migliorelli Farm, and now fresh horseradish from Gorzynski Ornery Farm. A classic Bloody Mary.
Thinking about retirement, not just yet but maybe in two to three years. I am planning ahead and reducing debt. Now I have to think about replacing what work provides: structure, purpose and sense of community
Saturday, April 25, 2015
April 25, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
April 24, 2015
New desk decoration, to the side is a model of Minas Tirith.
I know Social Security and I get asked for advice all the time. This is a great reference book to consult or fine-tune my answers.
Local bakery store sign cracks me up.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
April 19, 2015
Times Square is still a mess. Massive crowds, but so much construction. B.B. King's packs you in but when the show starts you don't mind. Nice intimate settings.
Mostly local crowd was dancing and grooving to this Harlem born former Gospel singer. His voice is still smooth.
Good show, tight band. Encore rendition of The Spinners' I'll be Around was fabulous.
Forsythias in full bloom.
Ah, NBA playoffs all day and night. Not quite the NCAAs but good enough.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
April 17, 2015
Star Wars: Episode VII -- The Force Awakens new trailer: wow ! Got chills watching it. I remember sitting in a movie theater in 1977 and saying the same thing: wow !
A little late but Forsythias are blooming. Trees will come shortly and I will be in pollen hell. 75°- 80° tomorrow, that should get things shaking.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
April 14, 2015
Laptops are dinosaurs. Tablets, Phablets and phones are in ascension. I bought a laptop anyway , it was inexpensive and I also use for work-related stuff. I like the keyboard for data entry. The kids and young adults live off their phones. They are the thing, that's why I also bought an I-Phone, got to keep up.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
April 12, 2015
OK, got the I-Phone 6. Received a discount. Set up the car bluetooth. They are combining my data plan and will enable my I-Pad to be a hot-spot. Now I have to open my I-Pad Mini to put in a new Sim card and I can't. You need a specific tool, a paper clip does not cut it. Going back to the store today.
They had the tool, all is good.
The I-Phone is wonderful, I see why people and especially the kids love them. The Predictive text feature where it anticipates your words is great. I have been living off my work Blackberry, wow this one is so much better. Having owned an I-Pad makes the transition seamless.
Mad Max Fury Road is something that must be seen on a wide screen. Coming May 15th.
Lost my voice this weekend, Laryngitis. First time I've been sick in a long time. Will try gargling and lemon tea with honey.
Forest Hills street fair, just in time, I needed socks, $5 for three pair.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
April 7, 2015
Firefox crashed and I could not load it after deleting it and reinstalling. Kept getting messages "Firefox is already running." There are many pages on the net devoted to this problem but they didn't work. Finally, this one did : Fixing "Firefox is already running" (Windows 8.1). "msconfig" did the trick to getting it running again and thankfully all bookmarks remained intact.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
April 5, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
April 4, 2015
I-Phone 6. Thinking of getting one. I use my work blackberry and the way it is contracted, I can use it for personal stuff. Yet, no privacy. Coming into some money shortly, so I think I'll buy one and pay off the kid's I-Phones. I believe I can then add it to their plan and my bill will be smaller than what I currently pay. I should have no learning curve since i have an I-Pad Mini. The camera with a flash, which is not there with the i-Pad, is a big attraction.
Final Four tonight. Rooting for Wisconsin and Michigan State, expecting wins from Duke and Kentucky.
Normcore ! A fashion trend includes Mom Jeans.
Daffodils in the sun.
Well, it has been 50 years, first a NYT article, and now the original New Yorker piece by John McPhee.
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