The Return of Kindness

So, this morning after visiting the surgeon who hacked the abscess out of my neck near the base of my spine for a follow-up, I was driving through the Starbucks to get Brielle an eggnog latte, we pulled up through the drive-through. It wasn’t crowded, but there was a Volvo (?) in front of us, I didn’t pay much attention, quite frankly.

When we pulled up to the window, I attempted to use my iPhone to pay with Starbucks Card QR code functionality, but the guy at the windows says, “oh no, you don’t have to pay, the person in line if front of you paid for your beverage.” This has happened to me before, but only when I was kind of being a jones-ing coffee fiend, and had to deal with a long line, and people in front of me who were blocking other people from getting out of the crowded DuPont Starbucks lot in the morning. It did calm me down at the time, and make me feel good about human nature no matter how frustrating other humans can be at times.

So we paid it forward, er, well technically backward in line, and purchased the lunch bistro-box that the guy behind us had ordered.

Perhaps the “Age of Aquarius” is truly upon us, and a the new Law of Love will begin to rule the land, as destiny proclaims.

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10th Anniversary Blog Post

Greetings! This post is being written in solemn commemoration of the 10th anniversary of my blog.

Originally started as a “roll your own – PHP/MySQL DB based” journal (thanks again to Ben Livingston for the original code), and migrated to WordPress in 2005 (or so?), it’s been a constant presence although neglected, mistreated, and ignored at times for several month stretches.

Special thanks go to Jake Savin, who first attempted to tell me about blogging (he was an employee of Radio/Manila/Userland, the original blogging service created by Dave Winer), Matt Mullenweg, Chris Pirillo, KK+, Uncleweed,Dingo Brielle, Miss 604 Rebecca Bollwitt and others for providing inspiration in one form or another.

My New Year’s Resolution is to blog more effectively, and with relevant compelling content. However, I’ll still be posting pictures of errant pants, and other arcane objects when necessary.

In honor of my 10th year of blogging, I hereby post this picture of my “Charlie Brown X-Mas Tree” for all to enjoy!

We are the centuries!!

“We are the centuries.

We are the chin-choppers and the golly-woppers, and soon we shall discuss the amputation of your head.

We are your singing garbage men, Sir and Madam, and we march in cadence behind you, chanting rhymes that some think odd.

Hut two threep foa!
Left!
Left!
He-had-a-good-wife-but-he
Left!
Left!
Left!, Right!, Left!

Wir, as they say in the old country, marschieren weiter wenn dies in Scherben fallt.

We have your eoliths and your mesoliths and your neoliths. We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis, your Caesars and your chromium-plated (vital-ingredient-impregnated) artifacts.

We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas. We march in spite of Hell, we do— Atrophy, Entropy, and Proteus vulgaris, telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl name of Eve and a traveling salesman called Lucifer.

We bury your dead and their reputations.  We bury you. We are the centuries.

Be born then, gasp wind, screech at the surgeon’s slap, seek manhood, taste a little of godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while, succumb:  (Dying, leave quietly by the rear exit, please.)

Generation, regeneration, again, again, as in a ritual, with blood-stained vestments and nail-torn hands, children of Merlin, chasing a gleam. Children, too, of Eve, forever building Edens— and kicking them apart in berserk fury because somehow it isn’t the same. (AGH! AGH! AGH!—an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.)

Hear then, the last Canticle of the Brethren of the Order of Leibowitz, as sung by the century that swallowed its name:

V: Lucifer is fallen.
R: Kyrie eleison.
V: Lucifer is fallen.
R: Christe eleison.
V: Lucifer is fallen.
R: Kyrie eleison, eleison imas!”

* From Walter M Miller’s seminal futuristic fiction book about the new dark age of man – “A Canticle for Leibowitz

Testing

Nothing to see here, (okay actually, I’ll post the photo I took of the Barefoot Bandit getting his perp walk on Bank Lane at her Majesty’s Court in Nassau last month.) I’m just firing up the old blogging mechanisms and testing this incarnation of the iPhone WordPress client.

Peace

Kick Steve Jobs in the Nuts

Okay, so I had to go the Apple Store in Tukwila this morning for my pre-scheduled iPhone repair/replacement appointment as ordered by the Apple iCare dude I talked to at length yesterday. He had made a big point of putting me on hold, calling the store in advance to make sure they had replacement stock; and he made an appointment (in the only available timeslot) , for me at 11:45, and I showed up about ten minutes early.

In true “Apple Weirdo Fashion”, the store was crowded with all sorts of strange folks, from grandmothers trying to get their 3G iPhones activated, to the goth dude sprawled on the floor with MacBook plugged into an A/C outlet meant for a display unit. I sidled up to the “Genius Bar”, and saw my name listed as number three on the list of iPod/iPhone appointments on the rotating flat screen, which alternatively displayed iTunes and Mac OS tips as well as flashy logos.

Since the only problem with my phone is the flat connector on the bottom came wonky from the factory, and when plugged into the dock or A/V composite cable, there is no “Right” audio channel, I sat and took pictures and compared location finding accuracy with a guy who had his 3G iPhone replaced due to a broken glass screen; (he also had a wicked case of big toe rot which should have been covered out of courtesy instead of ‘on display’ in his Birkenstocks.)

After waiting patiently (well past my 11:45 appointment, they finally call my name. I naively think that this means that they will just need to verify (duplicate) the problem and I’ll be out the door with a sharply boxed replacement.

Well, the first part was true enough, I explained the problem, my assigned genius “Larry” (who did a fine job), took the phone behind the hidden post-modern steel door, and came back out a few minutes later.

He says, “yeah, I’ll authorize a replacement,” .. it seems you just bought the 16gb (first generation) iPhone in March (to replace one that took a dive into my toilet while I was watching the Snoopy Easter Special,) *”but I’m afraid I don’t have any in stock.”* hello?

Great, the guy at AT&T/Apple iCare (?) basically lied to me, and now I’ve got to make another 130 mile round-trip to pick it up, whenever it arrives. Whatever, it would have been too good to be true anyway, if they had just replaced it right?

So to add insult to Apple’s injurious indifference, I get a call at 5:00pm tonight. “hi, I’m calling from the apple store, and you replacement iPhone is ready to pickup!” Ugh!

Do I drive back up tonight (probably), or wait until tomorrow when I’m bound to be ber busy.

I still wanna kick Steve Jobs in nuts! Any volunteers want to help me form “The Committee to Pie Steve Jobs” ?

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