Still At it

Either studying used to be easier, or I am just out of practice. I st at the table, open the books and say, this would be easier if all of this information was on line and cross-linked.

Oh well, back to the grind.


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Big Test Coming Up

When I left school, I thought all the tests were done. Little did I know, they’re not only still there, they are bigger and meaner. Next Monday, I am scheduled to take a HUGE test at Four P.M. in Rhode Island.

You won’t see hide nor hare of me until then.

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The Death of Original Thougth at the NYT

In my pursuit if something other than work on this rainy, (again) Sunday morning, I went to the Sunday NYT and read an article entitled ALMOST HUMAN By CHRISTOPHER CALDWELL.

I honestly believed it was going to be an article containing original thought. It wasn‘’t. It was a review of other writings that may have contained original thoughts.

When our local church changed ministers, I was hoping for a fresh prospective, a few more original thoughts. Unfortunately I was treated to a series of somewhat related soundbytes, connected by quotations and review.

There was a time when articles, especially on Sundays in the NYT, contained original thoughts. But perhaps all of the original thoughts have been used up. I should check with Google. They would know.

Many years ago, when I could be found leaning against oak bars at four in the morning on New York‘’s Upper East Side, a recently retired assassin for the Israeli government regaled on just this subject.

He bemoaned the lack of innovational thinking that used to run his country. He said it was all taken away by the need to be in a state of constant defense. He hoped this would never happen to the US.

This was before 9/11, before Katrina, before government by cabal.
(See today‘’s article regarding statements made by a former aide to ex-Secretary of State Colin Powell.)

Perhaps the lack of original thought is a result of this feeling of constantly being on the defense. Oddly enough, I would ha’ve thought the opposite. The need to defend your home, your city, your country, should excite the brain, should make it want to come up with all sorts of divergent mental exercises. Perhaps it did, for a while, perhaps we just ran out of steam.

Perhaps I don‘’t know what the hell I am writing about. Don‘’t ever forget that last sentence when reading anything any where, especially on The Net.
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Search Name - Poor Results for Belltower News

I just did a search for belltowernews.com on Google’s blog search site and came up with mentions of Bell Tower News at other blogs, but no reference to this blog.

Considering Google owns blogger, you would think the Blogger blogs would get some kind of priority.

It would seem not.
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I Was Waiting for the Dove

This morning when I was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the windows, I looked out upon the still wet streets expecting a dove with an olive branch sitting in the nearby tree. Instead I was greeted by the trees branches, they were waving wildly at me. It was as if to say Mater Nature is not through with us yet.

Still, the sight of the sun was a joy.

Then I went down into the basement and joy left. It floated away on the tide moving from the laundry room into the boiler room and out through the storage area.

It went out through the bulkhead and returned through the kitchen window. On the table by the window lay the sheet of paper upon which is written the flight information for my returning family.

This is certainly Mudville with as fleeting a condition of joy.

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Nine Straight Days of Rain

There are two sump pumps in this house. They are both pumping away and there is still four inches of water in the basement. That could be because there is six inches of water in the back yard.

We’re not being washed out of house and home but anything that was on the floor of the basement is either soaked or floating. When I went down there this morning the laundry had floated into the next room.

A third pump was set up and is pumping away. It hasn’t lowered the water level at all, but I at least I feel like I am doing something.

What a drip!
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Old Man Snoring

We are not having a hurricane here in the Northeast. Its more like a Chinese water torture. I can say without exaggeration that it has rained here for eight days straight. I am glad we bought a canoe last year. I may have use for it yet.


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Female Dog, Female Dog, Female Dog

There have been times before when I moaned about working in the corporate structure. Consider this a similar message. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say it hasn’t been the best of weeks.

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comment on a comment

It is good to know what was called a pound sterling in my youth now has a name similar to the public broadcasting station in my new home town. I certainly thank the guy who runs Soap Detectives.

It’s worth a trip there just to understand how we could sit in front of a box that wasn’t HDTV with Cable and flatscreen and still enjoy ourselves.

Hi, I am the guy running soap detectives. Just to clarify, the old link went to my old paypal account in the UK, thus GBP as in Great British Pounds. It has since been replaced with a new account in US dollars.

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Anasi Boys

Neil Gaiman has a new book, new to me anyway.
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Soap Detectives

BoingBoing.net listed a site where old radio shows are being pod cast. It‘’s called Soap Detectives.

If you read the comment about postage and paypal, the currency mentioned is ““GPB“” I am not sure what that means, but I‘ve a feeling it isn‘’t Canada.

All of that aside, I don‘’t recommend you go to Soap Detectives late at night. The radio shows are in serial form and it‘’s hard to stop at just one. You‘’ll find yourself wanting to know what happened to the baby, who was that dyeing man in the bathroom and who exactly is Mr. Van Dyke?

If you like what you hear, the entire collection can be downloaded using iTunes.

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Technorati blogs

I have been spending a lot time Technorati, you can tell because I have a Technorati Profile in my clipboard. I was looking for a place to put it, Blogger seemed like a good idea.

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The Boys of October

Just to make things interesting, the Boys of October, chose the last day of September, 2005 to make things interesting. I would rather things not be so interesting. There is enough going in the world and in my life. More interesting, I don’t need.

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