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Everything, smoothly...
Jun. 14th, 2008 09:04 pmI've started walking Shiloh around the property off the leash, but under a very watchful eye. What keeps her paying attention - most of the time - is the fact that I carry some really killer treats.
Earlier in the day, we took a walk to the corner, on a leash. At the corner, I learned that our neighbor was holding a yard sale. After I got back, I got in the Ford and drove over (about 150 yards horizontally and 30 yards vertically) in case there were any good buys. There weren't, but I picked up a handful of books for a few bucks. They ought to keep me entertained if I run out of translations.
Galina tells me that they're going to have to bust open the new tiling in the big bathroom at the house in New York. Between the plumber who redid the piping and the other plumber who installed the new hardware, there's a leak somewhere, and I am somewhere beside myself, as the tile work wasn't cheap. I suggested Galina get in touch with the guy who's more-or-less in charge of the renovation to see what's what. Heck, I could have done the job if the end result required a leak! (Just kidding, kind of.)
I've been living without a TV, or at least without any reception, and not missing it at all. Apropos of which, Amazon wrote me back with a form letter telling me all about how Audible titles are "DRM-neutral," by which they meant that you could play them on a bunch of different players. It surely did not appear as though Amazon was considering getting rid of DRM.
Which leads me to question the conventional wisdom that says one should avoid form letters and messages when communicating with companies, like Amazon in this instance, or congresscritters. The argument goes that if 50,000 people send a boilerplate message, the recipient pretty much writes it off as a bunch of drones under marching orders from some coordinating agitator, not meaning much, as opposed to when 50,000 individually crafted missives are received, each stressing pretty much the same talking points.
What's the point, since said recipient's sending of boilerplate responses pretty much suggests a certain uniform lack of engagement on the part of the object of the campaign?
The current translation is still driving me nuts, but I've only got 1800 words left, which ought to go out tomorrow. I'm going to make a strong effort to finish it all by noon (after which, I'll have the time to do the other 1800 words I promised for Monday morning).
Have I ever mentioned how dry it is around here? Running a small humidifer isn't of much use, it just burns electricity and evaporates water, with no measurable change in the air's water content, which stays at 24%. ChapStick is a necessity of life.
Cheers...
Earlier in the day, we took a walk to the corner, on a leash. At the corner, I learned that our neighbor was holding a yard sale. After I got back, I got in the Ford and drove over (about 150 yards horizontally and 30 yards vertically) in case there were any good buys. There weren't, but I picked up a handful of books for a few bucks. They ought to keep me entertained if I run out of translations.
Galina tells me that they're going to have to bust open the new tiling in the big bathroom at the house in New York. Between the plumber who redid the piping and the other plumber who installed the new hardware, there's a leak somewhere, and I am somewhere beside myself, as the tile work wasn't cheap. I suggested Galina get in touch with the guy who's more-or-less in charge of the renovation to see what's what. Heck, I could have done the job if the end result required a leak! (Just kidding, kind of.)
I've been living without a TV, or at least without any reception, and not missing it at all. Apropos of which, Amazon wrote me back with a form letter telling me all about how Audible titles are "DRM-neutral," by which they meant that you could play them on a bunch of different players. It surely did not appear as though Amazon was considering getting rid of DRM.
Which leads me to question the conventional wisdom that says one should avoid form letters and messages when communicating with companies, like Amazon in this instance, or congresscritters. The argument goes that if 50,000 people send a boilerplate message, the recipient pretty much writes it off as a bunch of drones under marching orders from some coordinating agitator, not meaning much, as opposed to when 50,000 individually crafted missives are received, each stressing pretty much the same talking points.
What's the point, since said recipient's sending of boilerplate responses pretty much suggests a certain uniform lack of engagement on the part of the object of the campaign?
The current translation is still driving me nuts, but I've only got 1800 words left, which ought to go out tomorrow. I'm going to make a strong effort to finish it all by noon (after which, I'll have the time to do the other 1800 words I promised for Monday morning).
Have I ever mentioned how dry it is around here? Running a small humidifer isn't of much use, it just burns electricity and evaporates water, with no measurable change in the air's water content, which stays at 24%. ChapStick is a necessity of life.
Cheers...
