Reckon’s Neighborhood

Wow, Vox took 75 minutes to come up with the compose screen. I had wanted to send a private, friends-only post tonight, but after clicking ‘Create’ once every few minutes and fiddling around with cookies, the inspiration has well passed. Looks like we only had this site back for three days before it died again, and no one at Vox seems to give a damn.
   I’d love to insert the earlier screen shot I took of the empty compose screen, but according to Vox right now, I have nothing in my photo library.
   Once upon a time, whenever Blogger fell down, I came here, because it was more stable. Now, Blogger is deleting even legitimate blogs—I’ve been battling them since July when they began blocking my friend Vincent Wright’s blog. (They have now deleted it, along with four-and-a-half years of work.)
   So, if anyone has suggestions for a Vox alternative, I’m more open to hearing it than I ever did. I know I can set up a Wordpress blog, but even that platform is buggy as heck and consumes more and more memory with each incarnation. (Again, I’d love to show you a screen shot of one of the bugs, but see above.) And I’d need a lot of plug-ins to get the sites running the way I want.
   Another down side is that I have enough URLs already, and introducing yet another one so friends can keep up with my meanderings doesn’t sit well with me.
   Also, I’ve come to like the community we have here—Linda-Joy, Jaklumen, Robin, M., Jenn, and the many others—and the groups I have built up.
   Am I really asking that much when I just want the technology to function as the makers claim?
   But right now, importing all my Blogger posts at jackyan.com/blog into Wordpress, as well as whatever I can from Vox, might not be a bad idea, if I had the time.

Can you tell I’ve been reading Allen

Ginsberg?

I’m on “Birdbrain!”

“Birdbrain runs the world…”

And I’m drinking this great Gewurtz

so I should be happy, right?

I wonder if I will really have the balls

to send you these poems.

I have small balls.

I have the smallest balls.

What can I say after that?

That after say I can what?

Oh!  A postcard of O’Keeffe.

It says, “Sometimes when you least

expect it someone is thinking of you.

Lovingly.”

In a former life I used to be an electrician. And like in any tradies home, odd jobs requiring trade skills seem to get left until last, or forever. I have a 90cm/36in ceiling fan in the computer/junk/ grog store room. Quite a few years ago a thing called a capacitor blew up, and the fan no longer worked. So, I needed to buy another capacitor and replace the dud one. Somehow, I never did get around to replacing that capacitor. Until a couple of weeks ago. I removed a capacitor from a fluorescent light and replaced dud one with it. I won't go into the technical details of this, but I'd be grateful if you didn't tell the electricity supply company about this. Ta.

Having replaced said capacitor, and congratulating myself on my cleverness, I switched on the fan and....nothing happened. So, instead of checking further, I assumed the fan motor had suffered damage, and that I would have to replace the fan with a new one. So, I bought said new fan last week. Yes, you know where this is heading, don't you.

After much procrastinating, I finally decided to replace fan today. But first, I thought I should disconnect live wire at switch so that I didn't get fried. There's enough CO2 in the atmosphere now, I'm told. So, I removed the cover....and discovered that wire had already been disconnected. I must have done it all those years ago to stop anyone from accidentally turning on the fan which could have damaged it. Two minutes later, wire was reconnected, and fan was running merrily. And I was cursing myself for my laziness, stupidity or whatever. To say nothing of the embarrassment of explaining all this to Mrs Snowy.

I wish it was Friday night.
 

I went to the bank today and there was a young man undertaking training to be a teller. An older woman was assisting him through the steps. Throughout the transaction they appeared to be competing with each other to engage me in conversation. It was difficult to hear them through the vertical slit in the perspex screen and so I often had to ask them to repeat what they were saying. I guessed the gist of the conversation was that they were asking me what kind of day I was having and what I planned to do.

I stood and looked at them. Blank. My mind was a totally empty vessel. For the first time in months I did not have a long to do list, I did not have assignment tasks or lesson plans running around in my head. Totally blank, clean slate. It took until today for me to realise what freedom I temporarily possess. Until I am offered a teaching position I can be as mindless and thoughtless as I wish.

I blinked at the tandem tellers. "I am going to buy a Christmas ham", I said and smiled. Some total of my life today. It feels good.

Inon Zur - I am the One (Remix by DJ Killa)

Inon Zur

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