Open Your Ears, O Faithful People, First-Plymouth Church Lincoln Nebraska, the congregation, Doane College Women’s Chorale, and women of the Plymouth Choir.
I don’t miss my typewriter. I’m a terrible typist. I always have been. And it’s infinitely easier to correct errors on a computer than it is on a typewriter.
Still, the typewriter was an essential part of my life for many years. My first typewriter was a gift from my parents and grandparents before I was even in high school. It was, of course, indispensable when I was in college. And I used a typewriter for many years after college. The first computer I had where I could actually compose and print things out was my Apple IIe in 1986 or 1987. That pretty much spelled the end of my using a typewriter.
Still, it’s fun to look back. This photo essay of writers at their typewriters was actually published in The Guardian in 2011, but I only recently came across it. It’s a lot of fun to scroll through. What is interesting is how modest most of the typewriters are. Only Hunter S. Thompson is shown with a powerful IBM Selectric. (And by the way, the spell checker in my blog tool didn’t recognize that once well-known brand name.)
I managed with a typewriter for years, but I much prefer the technology I have today.
When I was growing up here in Hemet Broasted Chicken was an important part of my childhood.
Broasted Chicken is deep fried under pressure using proprietary equipment made by the Broaster company. It is not a chain or franchise, but rather individual shops buy the equipment and use the recipe provided by the company.
Hemet Broaster was located in a small strip mall, the same one that was occupied for a time by the barber shop that my dad, brother, and I used. It was strictly take-out. There was no seating for dining in. We gave them a lot of business. Sometimes it was just a Friday when Mom didn’t want to cook. Sometimes it was a special occasion. I had many, many birthdays with Broasted Chicken. Perhaps even all of them, from the time we returned to Hemet from Barstow when I was in the fourth grade up until high school.
When Terry and I returned to Hemet last year my brother informed me that a pizza place on the East side of town had Broasted Chicken. We wasted little time in checking it out. It was just as we had remembered it. And it was hotter, since we ate it as soon as it came out of the broaster rather than taking it home.
Recently we learned that the place had a new owner, but the new owner’s ad still featured Broasted Chicken. And the fellow working there was the same guy as before. All was well.
It’s good to take time to be grateful for those smaller, familiar things.
When we were in Gilroy we had a combined yard waste and food waste Toter. While we were told that all that would be turned to composed I read in a newspaper item that it really went to a landfill. Sad.
Here in Hemet our trash and recycle company just informed us that we can now add food waste to our yard waste container here. With the company’s state of the art facility they tell that they now can generate natural gas and fertilizer from food and yard waste.
For us, it’s a bit more work to save food waste separately and put it in the yard waste container as opposed to the trash. But only a bit. And we’re used to doing it anyway. Easy enough to get back into the habit. If we’re reducing what goes into the landfill then it’s well worth the effort.
Besides, they gave us this cool new food scrap container!
Last week I needed the catharsis of posting a rant here about my struggle with one of the better known defects in Windows 10. The Start menu and Notifications were inaccessible. Where I left things was that a reinstall of Windows 10 solved the problem for the time being.
That lasted a few days and the problem recurred late last week. I used my go-to attempted solution of reverting to a restore point from two days earlier. It worked, I was happy to discover. Until this morning, when my Start menu and notifications were once again inaccessible. I started to try the restore point solution again, but then decided that I was tired of this. I set up a new account and was prepared to begin the slow process of moving everything over to that account.
I went off to take a shower, fix lunch, and watch a recorded episode of Sara’s Weeknight Meals. When I came back, the Notifications pane was open and displaying on the right-hand side of my screen. The Start menu was working fine.
Who knows how long that will last, but I will leave well enough alone for now.
As I said last week, if Microsoft were liable for lost productivity it would be a bankrupt company.
But I’m not prepared to spend the money on an Apple desktop and I’m unwilling to use a cloud-based Chrome thin client. Linux does not have the applications I need. Therefore, Microsoft is what I have to work with.
And so it goes.
I’ve shared this song before, but I really enjoyed this particular version. I’ve never been able to find video online of Pete Seeger doing this, only YouTube videos made from audio recordings. These folks, however, seem to have a film of Pete singing the song running behind them. If you have a link to actual video of Pete performing this song please send it along.
Since we live in a gated community we need a transponder to get back inside the gate. Two transponders came with the house. One had never been used. One had. I took the former, Terry took the latter. Terry put new Velcro on hers. Mine being new there was no need to.
Now here’s the odd thing. Terry’s has always been fine in her windshield. Last summer the adhesive on my Velcro would come loose in the heat. Then it started happening this spring when the temperatures were mild but when the sun was shining bright. Aggravating.
I began looking around and I observed that most residents didn’t have their transponders attached to their windshields.
So I decided to take the advice from the Hawaiian song “Just Hang Loose.”
Don’t try to fight it,
there ain’t no use.
I removed the transponder, cleaned the adhesive off the windshield, and put the transponder in what would be the ash tray, except that I have a non-smoking car without a cigarette lighter.
Now I simply pull out the transponder when I approach the gate.