Trying to come into the 21st century: Machinery and technology hate me. Why oh why?


English: , 2002, hammers a nail during work at...

English: , 2002, hammers a nail during work at a Habitat for Humanity house in . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am really trying, but it’s hard! I just got a new Ipad and this is the Ipad application. I am getting dizzy looking at all the stuff you can do with the Ipad. Music, books, and aps, etc. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted an Ipad. I load aps, free of course, but then I am bewildered by them. I added some Facebook thing, and I absolutely didn’t know what to do with it. Group chat? I tried it, but then I located ancient messages I sent people years ago. I’ve had a Mac for years, but I still don’t feel like I really understand it.

I live with a guy who keeps stuff going forever. We really have dial phones in our family room, two of them. You can’t dial out, but you can talk on them. He says, “he can hear on them.” It’s true they are comfy around the ear.

He has an Acer computer he bought 5 years ago, and it works perfectly for him. He is what I call a machine person. He has a relationship with inanimate objects. This makes it impossible for us to get rid of old objects. He keeps them going and going and going.

I don’t feel in control of inanimate objects

Me, on the other hand, I’m not so successful. I break something looking at it. I wouldn’t dare go without an insurance policy on any new item because I know it will eventually break. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if this new screen I am currently staring at suddenly started to shatter. Without me doing a thing.

I tried working on Habitat for Humanity. They allowed me to hammer two boards together, but ended up taking them apart, and they told me to do something else. I was able to take the floor apart. I must say I couldn’t wait until quitting time. On the other hand some young girl was using the wood-cutter with expertise. So, it’s not a girl thing.

What is simpler than painting a wall? I usually get more paint on me than anything else.

I can spell and feel like I have some control over words. I guess we all have our strong points. Unfortunately, in this world today, inanimate objects are more important than spelling. So, I will keep trying to conquer the techno world, or at least have a general idea of what’s going on!

I’ve never used the Ipad on WordPress. I will see how it all comes out!

Not that good—I had to edit it on the Mama computer. Sigh……..

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NBC4 Investigates: Protecting Your Privacy On Social Media – WCMH: News, Weather, and Sports for Columbus, Ohio


NBC4 Investigates: Protecting Your Privacy On Social Media – WCMH: News, Weather, and Sports for Columbus, Ohio.

To my followers: This is Part 2 of the newscast about Facebook. I am the hapless volunteer who let them look at my Facebook page. I must admit I don’t lead too extravagant a life, but I was surprised to find out my private messages weren’t private.

They show me for at least 3 seconds. If you’re interested look at Part 2. I included it in the blog.

If you think your information on Facebook is private, just forget it!

 

Is is smart to post on Facebook? Colleen Marshall investigates and I am her guinea pig


Colleen Marshall and me

Colleen Marshall and me

I call myself the Facebook Queen. That is because I am on it way too much. I started out on Facebook because I wanted to keep track of my adult children. However , I quickly learned my adult children are smart enough to know it is not the best idea to post anything that can have any possible significance on Facebook. In other words, don’t let  your dirty laundry out on Facebook. So, I wasn’t going to find much out about them by looking at their Facebook pages. I have to use an ancient device, the telephone, to communicate with them.

Positive side of Facebook

I ended up finding people I knew in elementary school, junior High, high school and college. Some of the people were never really my friends, more like people I said hello to in the hall. But I did find two of my high school closest friends that I lost track of.   I even found my speech teacher. I even borrowed some of my kid’s friends who were happy to let me see their posts.

I’m in the Harmony Project, a huge volunteer choir,  and can keep up with some of the members using Facebook. It’s a good way to keep up with what’s going on around town. I can remember people’s birthdays now because they are posted on my Facebook page.

I also can keep up with relatives I haven’t seen in years and see pictures of their children and grandchildren.
Some of the people I’ve found are people who I admire, and wouldn’t have a chance to talk to in real life.  For example, author Alice Hoffman has a page and I was able to interview her online for an article I was writing for a local newspaper. That would have been unheard of years ago. In that sense, social media is a terrific thing.

Facebook is the place where I’ve found out that people are getting married, having birthdays, and passed away. It’s like the new town crier. Much faster than snail mail, a telephone, or the slower newspaper.

I also want people to read my blog since I think I am so brilliant. It’s another way of being heard. One of the places I advertise it is on Facebook.

Facebook has a negative side
In Ohio, employers can ask you for your Password, so they can check you out. Is this fair?

Colleen Marshall, my Facebook friend, was looking for someone to demonstrate that people can access your account if they have your password. She was looking for a guinea pig who would not only divulge her  password, but allow her to look at everything she’s ever put on Facebook.

Other people were too smart to do this. On the other hand,  I didn’t think there was anything on there that would embarrass me.  I did get to meet her, something that probably wouldn’t have ever happened in real life.

See how I react when she shows me what she found. It will be on( WCMH Channel 4) tomorrow night February 19, at 6:00 P.M. Tune in.

It will bring you the message that you shouldn’t put on Facebook anything that you wouldn’t want anyone to know!

What do you think of Facebook? Do you think it’s a time waster or valuable? Would you give it up?

A Baby Boomer’s humorous look at newer innovations: the modern baby ultrasounds


Head of a fetus, aged 29 weeks, in a "3D ...

Head of a fetus, aged 29 weeks, in a “3D ultrasound” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Someone I vaguely know, posted a picture of their baby’s ultrasound on Facebook. This isn’t the first time this has happened. The ones that really creep me out are the three-dimensional pictures.  I think it’s very Science Fiction like, and kind of odd. Should you be looking at the kid before it comes out of the womb?  It seems like you’re invading the embryo’s privacy in some way.

It was bad enough when your parents showed you naked on a blanket. Now, they can show you actually developing.
It’s mind boggling to know that we  all start out looking like something from another dimension.   It’s one thing to be pregnant and know there’s something going on. It’s another thing to actually watch it. This whole process reminds me of a “Twilight Zone” episode.  (For all you baby boomers out there!)

Along with showing the parent’s monthly ultrasounds, the doctors also draw comparisons between pieces of fruit. The little embryos are compared to naval oranges, avocados, bananas, and a variety of foods.

Maybe it helps the parents get used to the idea of having a baby, and it is a good conceptual tool. What do we usually do with pieces of fruit? We eat them. Now, that’s creepy.

Baby boomers did experience this a little bit

When I’d go to the doctor every month, he would put me on the scale and take my urine to check out if I had some kind of disorder or other. I still hear my doctor saying, “you’re not eating for three are you?”   They did do one ultrasound per pregnancy. Once in a while it revealed the sex. In my case, it never revealed anything to me except the fetus was developing normally.  That was a reassuring thing to know.  It seemed like Science Fiction to me, even back then.  (I recently found one of these pictures, but I couldn’t remember which kid it was.)

I didn’t know whether any of my kids was a boy or girl before they arrived.  The only tooI I had in those days was the Drano test which really didn’t work. You mixed Drano with urine and it either turned blue or brown. Blue was a boy, and brown was a girl. My husband and I tried it each time and it was highly inaccurate. But it did bubble, make a sizzling noise and stink to high heaven.  You had to make sure you weren’t near it when it bubbled.

What’s next?
Twenty-four hour surveillance of all the potential baby’s movements which you can play for all your friends and relatives, and a soundtrack to go along with it? Maybe a prenatal beauty contest awards ceremony?

I do think all of this is really cool, but I’m wondering how necessary it all is. How much does the extra technology cost? Am I being overly skeptical?

What do you think?

I lost my best friend, and I was bereft. It was my computer!


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English: Description: Social Networking Source: own work Author: koreshky Date: 12/10/2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I heard President Clinton talking to Sanja Gupta on CNN. One comment I found interesting was when he discussed social networking, and the young people of today. He was afraid that they won’t be able to engage people in the present here and now.

I do happen to agree that socializing is changing. But, I’m not sure if things are different, it means that they’re worse.

 

I have news for President Clinton, social networking just doesn’t affect young people. It affects people like me. As you know from the title of this blog, I am no spring chicken.

 

My Mac computer’s hard drive gave up the ghost this past week. It just slowed to a crawl, and then it stopped. I was beside myself. It was like a friend or child was sick.

 

So, I hurried over to the Apple store where the poor thing was misdiagnosed. The apple genius thought all I had to do was take off a few pictures. When that didn’t work, I knew it was a more serious case. Just like one of my children, I made another doctor’s appointment, and found out my poor little computer had a definite problem with its guts. (We have something in common because my guts don’t work so good anymore either.)

 

So, I took  the poor patient to a better doctor who correctly diagnosed my little friend as having to get a hard drive transplant.

 

I finally found a reasonably priced place on the other side of town, and took her (my computer is a girl). The hard part is I had to part with her for three days.

 

I was so morose that I had to go to the library and borrow their computer to write my post from yesterday.

 

Seriously, what I realized is that I am addicted to social networking. I like to go on Facebook, and see what everyone is doing. I like to write my thoughts for the day on my blog.

 

When I got to the store, and greeted my little girl with great warmth the receptionist at the store said, “Everyone does that, it’s too funny.” Apparently, she isn’t so attached to social networking.

 

Hopefully, my computer will last at least another year or two. (Just like me!)

What do you think about social networking. Is it a good or bad thing?

 

Bill Mahr—Love him or hate him?


I put a blurb on Facebook saying I was going to usher at a Bill Mahr appearance in Columbus, Ohio.  I was putting it there to notify my daughter that the concert didn’t conflict with a birthday party she was throwing.

I couldn’t believe the reaction I got to that little comment. People either hate this guy or they love him. I find him very funny. He cracks me up. In these times, we all need a little humor.

Personally, I just loved his movie on religion, Religulous (2008) – IMDb. It made sense to me. But, I know it offended a lot of people. I guess it all depends on where you stand on religion. If you are a  very religious person, and don’t want to question your faith, don’t see this movie.

It just typifies what is going on in this country now. How is this constant quarreling ever going to end?

What mystifies me is how people can listen to the same speeches, be in the same circumstances and have such different reactions.

If you believe in freedom of speech it shouldn’t matter who says what. And I have to say I’m really intolerant to the Fox Station. I feel it’s nothing but an anti-Obama propaganda machine. I’ve felt that way since he’s taken office on the first day. They never gave him a chance.

Cover of "Religulous"

Cover of Religulous

I don’t remember a time when people differed so much in their political views.

I thought it would all end when Barack Obama got elected. But, now it’s worse than ever.

Do you think it will ever end?.

The only thing I can do is not watch TV, listen to the radio, or talk to people who don’t share my point of view.

This could prove to be very tricky in my situation. I do have friends and relatives that do not share my point of view. But, I love them just the same.

I, for one, do not believe in censorship. Everyone has the right to see, hear or watch whatever they want. Then, they can make up their own minds.

I guess it all makes life more interesting.

Post Script: I don’t get to go because my aunt is celebrating her 90th birthday, a much more important event.

My Dad, the Police Lieutenant : Celebrating National Police Week


MOUNTED POLICEMAN ON BUSY DOWNTOWN THOROUGHFAR...

MOUNTED POLICEMAN ON BUSY DOWNTOWN THOROUGHFARE – NARA – 552732 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s National Police Week. (May 13-18). I would’ve never known about it if my sister hadn’t sent me a link to a website about it on Facebook, our new way to communicate.

Our dad was a Police Lieutenant.  In the beginning, it was kind of cool that he was a policeman. By the time he died, police weren’t the respected people they were at one time. It was sad

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My dad had great jobs in the police department. He was a mounted policeman before I was born―the police officers who rode horses in the big cities to fight crime.  He had great stories about all his horses, Max and Laddie were two of them.

When I was a little kid, he worked in the Public Relations Department. He wrote speeches and appeared on TV telling people to be careful. I remember him also warning people against drinking and driving. My family would get really excited when he appeared on TV every once in a while. My mother would refresh her lipstick before she sat in front of the television. She liked to pretend he could see her.

When I was 8, I broke my arm trying to turn a cartwheel and it got in the community paper. it was  ironic— safety officers daughter breaks her arm. It was a way to warn other kids to be careful.

I was too young to be embarrassed by the whole thing.  Who wouldn’t want their picture in the paper, and be able to share it for current events in the third grade?

One time he made The Cleveland Press front page because he’d convinced some deranged husband in the A & P Market to drop his gun. He was threatening to kill his wife, and anybody that got in his way. In those days you rarely heard about people randomly shooting innocent victims. My sisters and I were so proud of our heroic father.

He didn’t like working in the districts where they had to investigate murders. One time he had a call to go to our old apartment. “It was hard to see a  dead man with a knife wound lying in the middle of my old living room floor,” said my dad.

He worked in the Juvenile Department, and that one was a favorite job too. He liked working on some level with the kids, although he had to arrest them.

In his last job, he was in charge of the traffic flow and the Motorcycle policemen in Cleveland. I know he was fond of the motorcycle guys. He told me had nicknames for some of them. I guess it broke up the tension they were under.

But the point is my Dad was a policeman because he wanted to serve people to the best of his ability, and he did. He also thought King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table was a great story. I think he imagined himself as one of those knights. We all went along with that idea.

I hope those guys who are willing to put their lives on the line every time they go to work are now getting the respect they deserve.