Who goes there? Please leave comments so (An Aries Knows)!
I usually upload photos to Flickr to link them from my LJ. I’m not altogether computer savvy, but I want to make those private rather than public. I’ve tried it with a few and so far, they still seem to show up here, which is good.Or that could just be because I’ve viewed them before.
Anyway, if someone notices that all my photos vanish from LJ, let me know that I screwed up! Thanks. =)
I think that reactions to the looting in New Orleans may say more about people than the actual looting does. If I were scared, thirsty, hungry, and tired, I don’t know what the hell I’d do. If I had a child, sick or injured loved one, or elderly parent who was scared, thirsty, hungry, and tired, I’d probably be capable of pretty much anything.
Would I steal a loaf of bread? Absolutely. Would I steal a TV? If I thought I could trade it for a loaf of bread, probably (except I couldn’t carry it, but that’s not the point). I might steal a gun to protect myself and those I care about (but I wouldn’t shoot a man just to watch him die).
And forgive me if you would not, but I think THAT NEARLY EVERYONE would do what they have to do to survive, especially under such circumstances, when no one in authority seems to have any information that can offer hope or promise of an endpoint. If, that is, someone in authority could actually be found in all that chaos.
SO… Seeing what the media chooses to show over and over… Reading what people have to say about it online, has been sadly enlightening. Some people really lack an empathy gene: that is, the ability to actually feel what those residents are feeling and therefore not rush to judgment. Only the absence of a mighty strong wind stands between any of us and a shopping cart with what’s left of our lives.
Mary T has managed to find two pictures that say a little more than we might be comfortable knowing about ourselves. Apparently, looting and finding falls along color lines. Whoever at Yahoo is responsible for these captions should be ashamed.
Mercury does not go retrograde until July 23, so what IS wrong with the universe? Recurring modem problems, air conditioners breaking down, computers dragging, things costing more than they should. At least R&L closed on their house and Greg got moved before that planet started messing with us.
Speaking of the universe, the moon was beautiful tonight. But no one howled.
Tim’s a genius.
Tim worked under stressful conditions yesterday to redesign my Live Journal. I don’t know what’s wrong that makes me see the dreaded red X’s instead of whatever I’m supposed to see on my LJ functions. (What do y’all see? Everything looks right on Tim’s Mac.) There are still some things I want that Tim hasn’t cracked the code on, but I’m amazed by his ability to figure all this out.It was a major triumph for me last night when I figured out how to upload a photo to a Web site. (My old site was all templates: no HTML or whatever code needed.)
No one will ever accuse me of being a computer geek.
Thanks to Tim, www.beckycochrane.com will be changing soon… As will my Live Journal format.
Sometimes, change is good.
Today is Tim’s birthday. I thought he’d decided to turn 31, but I just read in his LJ that he’s going with the real number, 33. Which means he could be older than me soon.
The cable was down last night ALL NIGHT, so I couldn’t be online doing the usual relentless Google searches. I used the time to make his cake. After I iced/frosted it (what part of the country are YOU from?), I wanted to do the little scroll work in icing/frosting around the edges. I had some chocolate icing/frosting left over from the last cake I baked, but not enough. Then I remembered how much he loves peanut butter. I mixed the chocolate with peanut butter and–voila!–problem solved. Then I scattered Reeses Pieces over the top.
Happy you-got-peanut-butter-in-my-chocolate birthday, Tim!
I just scrolled back through my Live Journal and made a bunch of entries “Friends” only. So if you’re one of those fabulous people from elsewhere (you know who you are, and so do I) and you think you may be missing out on something extraordinary that I’ve said, you’re probably not. But if you get your own Live Journal name and let me know (it’s free, after all!), I’ll add you to the “Friends” list.
It never fails. If it’s a critical time with a manuscript, I will have a computer issue. This week I’m doing the editor’s changes to THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE, next year’s release from Tim and me. For the first time in weeks and weeks, my computer locked up. Seems to be okay now, but you can bet that next week when I need to print and ship? It’ll be something else.