Thursday, October 24, 2019

Tag, You’re It

Sometimes a friend will email me a link to a video on Facebook. Usually the link will not work, though it works for the sender. This morning I got another such link, and when I clicked it, Facebook said “Something went wrong.” I tried several times but got the same message every time.

I also got another message in my Facebook Notifications. It said that my restriction on “tagging people” had been lifted. The strange thing about this is that I very seldom use Facebook, and so I don’t know what “tagging people” is or what it does or how to do it. I played “tag” when I was a young child, but I’m fairly certain I’ve never “tagged” anyone on Facebook—and if I did it was purely accidental and I never knew I had done it. So for a while, Facebook restricted me from doing something that I didn’t know I could do, nor did I understand why I would even want to do it. All I want to know is: Is this “tagging thing” going to affect my credit score, or cause black SUVs to roll up in front of my house? If the answers are “No” and “No” then I’m pretty sure I don’t give a hoot.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Headlines II

The headline read:

Ariel Winter Sizzles In A Plunging Minidress While Playing With Puppies

First thought: Is that what people call them nowadays?

Second thought: Oh, they’re talking about dogs. They could have made that clearer.

Because when I read “plunging minidress” and “puppies”, the visual I got was, uh … never mind.


The headline read:

Miley Cyrus Announces She Doesn't Have to Be Gay After Discovering Not All Men Are Trash

I fired off an email to my male friends: “Good news, guys—Miley Cyrus says some of us aren’t trash. I’m taking that to apply to me. The rest of you are on your own.”

I know they’ll be thrilled, about as much as I was.


The headline read:

The First Photo of Jennifer Lawrence and Cooke Maroney's Wedding Is Here

Hmm. Jennifer Lawrence—I know who she is; I saw her in a movie. And Cooke Maroney (if that’s his real name)—he’s, well, somebody, I’m sure. But what is it about this headline that would induce me to read the article? Two people I’ve never met, and never will meet, and don’t know I exist, and never will know I exist, just got married. Uh—yay?


The headline read:

Hacking 20 high-profile dev accounts could compromise half of the npm ecosystem

All together now, folks: “Huh?


The headline read:

PHOTOS: Fluorescent turtle embryo wins forty-fifth annual Nikon Small World Competition

There are actual, for-real, glow-in-the-dark turtle embryos. Other than the “that’s cool” factor, I’m not sure what you gain with turtle embryos that glow in the dark. I suppose if one escaped its bowl, you could find it easily by turning off the lights.


A day rarely passes that, at some point, doesn’t make me scratch my head and think, “What?” and “Why?” Aldous Huxley was prescient. We are living in a “brave new world.” It snuck up on us while we were looking the other way.

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Amira

You cannot tell me that this little girl was not an opera singer in a previous lifetime. Where did such mastery of music, such vocal skill, and such poise come from? She won the sixth season of Holland's Got Talent in 2013 at the age of 9.

O Mio Babbino Caro is one of my favorite operatic songs. And so…

The song of the day is Giacomo Puccini’s O Mio Babbino Caro performed by the Johann Strauss Orchestra conducted by André Rieu and sung by (then) 10 year old Amira (Amira Willighagen). The song is a soprano aria from the opera Gianni Schicchi (1918).

Friday, October 18, 2019

The BBR Factor

Supper tonight was “TGI Fridays Pork Baby Back Ribs with Sweet Carolina Sauce” (I’m quoting the label on the box). They were very good, as baby back ribs tend to be. In fact, considering I have frequent bouts of insomnia, and a combination of protein and carbs helps to bring on sleep, I may have to eat baby back ribs more often—maybe every night, just as an experiment. The amino acid tryptophan—found in protein such as rib meat—is what your brain needs to beat insomnia, but tryptophan has a hard time entering the brain because of something called the blood-brain barrier or, as it’s technically called, the BBB. That’s where rib sauce—I mean carbohydrate—comes into the picture. It helps tryptophan get through the BBB.

This opens endless possibilities. Hamburger with pickle and maple syrup. Hot dog with diced onion and jam.  Tuna fish salad with honey instead of mayo. Prime rib smothered in chocolate syrup.

Okay, that last one may have been a stretch. I think I’m onto something here, but I’ll admit it needs work. I hope you sleep well tonight.

Wendy’s Fails Again

I’ve complained about my local Wendy’s on this blog. I complained when I ordered a taco salad to go, and got home and discovered the shredded cheese was left out of the salad container. The salad container has only 3 ingredients: lettuce, tomato, and shredded cheese. It’s not rocket science.

I complained when I ordered an avocado-chicken salad to go, and got home and found they had left off the avocado. Worse, the salad contained bacon bits so hard I broke a tooth.

I stopped into Wendy’s today and ordered a taco salad to go. I paid and took my salad to my car. Then I opened the bag to see what item they had left out of the order.

Guess what they left out of a taco salad order. Tacos. It’s like they never made a taco salad before. But, they make them all the time. In fact, the customer ahead of me ordered a taco salad.

Think, Wendy’s people! Shouldn’t a taco salad Include tacos? Shouldn’t an avocado-chicken salad include avocado? It’s right there in the name!

It’s the responsibility of management to figure out why this keeps happening and take steps to remedy it.

If only there were someone who knew how to manage a Wendy’s location. Someone with a good track record in management. If only.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Ravel

When I was a kid, I often played chess with a friend after school. At that time, my favorite classical music song was Boléro, composed by Maurice Ravel and first performed in 1928. At every chess game in my house, I put the record (it was vinyl) on the phonograph in the stereo system. The song starts softly and over the next quarter hour it gradually swells in volume and intensity until it reaches an emotional climax. Which is much like the intensity in many chess games.

The music is hypnotic with its repetitive melody and rhythm. Ravel used crescendo (a gradual increase from soft to loud) and texture (layering on of more and more instruments) to hold the audience’s attention. An abrupt key change (to E major) near the end jolts the audience from their hypnotic state.

In the 1979 film 10, the song was the central element in the lovemaking scene between Bo Derek and Dudley Moore. That helped to propel Boléro into the category of “sex music” in the minds of many Americans. A quarter hour is fairly long to hold the attention of many people, so I found a version that is only 7 minutes long. It begins louder and advances faster than the original version, which robs some of the intensity from the song’s climax. If you want to listen to the full movement, there are several orchestral versions online. Here is a longer version performed by the London Symphony Orchestra conducted by Valery Gergiev.

I have many pop songs on my Song of the Day playlist. So I decided it was time to pass the baton to a modern classic. And so…

The song of the day is Ravel’s Boléro by the Johann Strauss Orchestra conducted by André Rieu.

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

The Vodka Incident

The day was Sunday. The time was sometime after noon. I went to the liquor store to buy vodka. The clerk refused to sell me vodka. He said I was “wobbly” and therefore he couldn’t sell me booze.

I understood. He thought I was intoxicated. He has a job and not selling booze to people who are drunk is one of his tasks. But in truth, I had not taken a drink of alcohol since the previous day. There was little or no alcohol in my blood. The reason I was wobbly was age. Don’t ask me my age; I don’t want to think about it. But when I’m walking down the street or across a parking lot or around the park, I feel somewhat unsure of my footsteps. My sense of balance is becoming creaky. Like the rest of me.

I do drink alcohol, but I try to do so only in the evening. I don’t drink and drive. I drink and go to bed. Nevertheless, the liquor store incident triggered a chain of thoughts about my relationship with booze. I’m aware that I drink more than I should, so I decided to stop drinking alcohol.

I’ve quit before. Just quit, cold turkey. But when I do that, it causes hallucinations. I decided very quickly that I don’t like hallucinations. By the way, if you’re a heavy drinker or long-time drinker, be aware that if you suddenly stop drinking alcohol, the alcohol withdrawal can kill you. On the other hand, some people can quit cold turkey with no withdrawal symptoms. Go figure.

My plan is to taper off. I’ve read there is no proof that tapering reduces the severity of withdrawal, but I’ve also read the opposite. I guess it’s buyer beware when it comes to advice on the Internet.

My father was an alcoholic, as was his brother. My father quit drinking. His brother did not and committed suicide in his 40s. A good friend of mine who lives near me was a heavy drinker, but one morning about a decade ago, he got out of bed and said to himself, “No more!” He went to the kitchen sink and poured all his liquor down the drain. He hasn’t drunk alcohol since then.

Years ago, I lived in another city. Every Friday evening I opened a bottle of wine (5 standard drinks) and drank half of it, then on Saturday night I would drink the remainder. Then no more alcohol until the next Friday night. But I moved to another city. The closest grocery store was operated by a Christian family and the store didn’t sell alcohol of any kind. So when I went to the store for groceries, I would walk across the parking lot to a nearby liquor store and buy a bottle of brandy. (Brandy is made from distilled wine, so…) It’s ironic that refusing to sell someone one bottle of wine per week could turn that person into an alcoholic. It’s called perverse effect and I’ve written about it.

But the habit creeps up on you. As time passes, the alcohol loses some of its ability to relax you and make you feel good, so you increase the amount you drink in order to get the same feeling. As the years roll by, your alcohol consumption goes up little by little, until one day you realize, “I’m drinking way too much,” even if you only drink before going to bed. You rationalize: “I’m only drinking to get to sleep.”

Giving up alcohol is difficult. I’ve tried to quit twice and failed twice. There is a saying: “Third time’s the charm.” I hope so. Wish me luck.

Monday, October 14, 2019

The Cat

I went to the store for “supplies” and when I drove my Jeep back into the garage, I didn’t see the kitten sitting in front of the garage door. I had to get out of my car to open the garage door because the remote died years ago. As the door began opening, I saw the kitten—and the little critter immediately ran into my garage. Damn it!

It’s night. It’s raining. It’s cold. And I can’t enter my house because I have a cat in my garage. I think it was seeking shelter from the rain. But now it’s just a problem.

I spent about 10 minutes attempting to entice the cat out of the garage. I made cat sounds—or what, to my human brain, I thought cat sounds would sound like. Keep in mind that it was raining. And cold. And I had no umbrella or raincoat. I just got wetter and wetter.

Finally my patience was exhausted. I grabbed a long pole that was just inside the garage door and prodded the cat out of the garage. It tried to get back in. I prodded it back out. Now repeat the previous two sentences about twenty times. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Etc.

I didn’t want to hurt the little feline, but finally I had enough of standing in the rain. I had enough of this back-and-forth. Yep, I did just what YOU would have done. I booted the little pussy about 8 feet into the yard. It promptly got up and headed back to the garage door again. Once again, I used my foot to defend my garage entrance. The cat landed 8 feet away and promptly got up and charged my garage entrance.

My predicament was that I wanted the cat away from my garage, but I didn’t want to hurt it. So I couldn’t kick it as hard as I would have liked. The garage door closes slowly enough that the cat could slink back into the garage. Unless, that is, it was a good distance from the door.

I won the battle. The cat was still meowing at me as I left the garage and entered my house. I guess it sucks to be a cat. If it hangs around my house long enough, it’s quite possible I will adopt it. We will see what happens.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Alabama

The Alabama Crimson Tide beat the Texas A&M Aggies today. During the game, a friend asked me what A&M stood for. I took a guess that it was Agricultural and Mechanical. Later I looked it up and guess what … that is exactly what A&M stands for. I just can’t help it. I’m always right. About everything. You can argue with me, but if you do you’ll be wrong, even if I can’t prove it. I guess it’s the one and only gift that God gave me. “Mr. VirtualWayne, you will always be correct.” But then, I could be wrong about that.

My dad was born in Greenville, Alabama. He was always a fan of Crimson Tide football. But he didn’t attend that university, or for that matter, any university. He was pulled into the U.S. Army when he was about 16 or 17 years of age. Here’s what happened.

My dad and his brother loved camping, so they joined the Alabama National Guard when my dad was 16 or 17. In order to join the Guard, they lied about their ages. And they had their share of camping with the Guard. But then a little thing called “Pearl Harbor” happened, and the Alabama National Guard was pulled into the U.S. Army. And suddenly my dad was in the Army. Then he was sent to Virginia, to what was at that time called Camp Lee. Today it’s called Fort Lee. That is where he met my mother.

After some training, my dad was sent to the South Pacific to fight the war with Japan. He was a radio operator. He sent and received messages by Morse code. Side note: when I was about 14 years old I was an amateur radio operator (a.k.a. “ham” radio operator). I communicated with other “hams” around the USA using Morse code.

My dad fought the Japanese in places like New Guinea and the Philippines. He never talked about it much, but once in a while he would share a story about the war. Today I have friends who fought in Vietnam. They don’t talk much about that either. I can understand. You do what you have to do. Talking about it just brings back unpleasant memories.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Medicare For All

This election cycle has seen a lot of people (mostly Democrats) talking about Medicare-for-all. Republicans often ask, “How can we afford that? Where will the money come from?”

Good questions. Although you seldom hear those questions asked when the government wants a new fighter plane with a projected program cost of 1.5 trillion dollars. (Yes, trillion with a ‘T’.) Or when the government wants a new supercarrier or a new nuclear-powered submarine.

But back to Medicare. There is something I don’t hear politicians mentioning, and that is: Medicare is not free. A worker pays Medicare taxes on every paycheck. Then, at age 65, that worker is allowed to buy Medicare insurance.

Medicare has 4 parts, called Part A, B, C, and D. Part A pays for hospital care. Premiums vary from zero to $437/month, depending on how many quarters of Medicare taxes the insured person has paid. There is also a deductible of $1,364 per benefit period. A benefit period begins when the insured person has been hospital-free for 60 days. A sick person may pay multiple Part A deductibles in a single year. Premiums and deductibles usually increase annually.

Part A only helps with the hospital bill. Doctors you see in (and out of) the hospital are covered by Part B.

Everybody who wants Medicare Part B must pay for it. Premiums are $135.50/month (or more, depending on income) and the deductible is $185/year. These numbers usually increase annually. After the deductible is met, Part B will pay 80% of Medicare’s approved amount. The remaining 20% is yours to pay. You also pay 100% of costs that Medicare doesn’t approve.

Part C (Medicare Advantage) replaces Parts A and B, and Part D helps pay for medicines. Both are bought from insurance companies. Premiums and benefits vary according to the particular plan being bought.

My point is that Medicare does not provide free health care. When people speak of Medicare-for-all, they do not mean free health care for all.

But let’s get back to Medicare-for-all. How will we pay for it? That’s the question Republicans ask. But when you look at Medicare facts, you will quickly see it’s the wrong question. The correct question is, “How will we afford medical care in the US if we don’t move to Medicare-for-all?”

The cost of medical care in the US is rising fast. In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say health care costs are out of control. If costs aren’t brought under control, health care will become unaffordable for ever greater numbers of Americans. Businesses will find that buying employee health insurance has become unaffordable. Increasingly, full-time employees may find themselves demoted to part-time so their employer can avoid the burden of employee health insurance. Employees without a group health plan will find individual policies unaffordable—assuming they are even available.

While researching this topic, I stumbled across Senator Sanders’ Medicare-for-all paper, titled “OPTIONS TO FINANCE MEDICARE FOR ALL”. I want to quote from the Introduction:

Today, the United States spends more than $3.2 trillion a year on health care. About sixty-five percent of this funding, over $2 trillion, is spent on publicly financed health care programs such as Medicare, Medicaid, and other programs. At $10,000 per person, the United States spends far more on health care per capita and as a percentage of GDP than any other country on earth in both the public and private sectors while still leaving 28 million Americans uninsured and millions more under-insured.

Today, health care spending in the U.S. accounts for nearly 18 percent of our Gross Domestic Product (GDP) and is on track to total over 20 percent of GDP over the next decade. It is projected that if we do nothing and maintain our current dysfunctional system that we will spend $49 trillion over the next decade on health care. That would be an incredible burden on businesses, working families, and the entire economy.

The most cost-effective and popular solution to this health care crisis is to guarantee health care as a right through a Medicare-for-all single-payer health care system.

If we do nothing, the choice we are likely to face won’t be private health insurance versus government health insurance. If costs continue to rise, the choice for many will be government insurance versus no insurance.

I don’t really have a dog in this fight. This is a problem that the next generation will have to confront. To them I say: Sander’s paper is worth a read. It’s only 6 pages long (I know that’s a lot for short-attention-span Americans) and it explores how Medicare-for-all would work and how it would be funded. What we have now is a very flawed system. Its rising costs cannot continue indefinitely. Something has to change. Something will change. When your boat is sinking, clinging to it is not an option.

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Boss Trump

Poor Donald Trump. Everybody picks on him. And for what? What did Trump do to deserve it? Nothing at all, really. Except for …

I guess you could start with the FBI’s investigation of Russian interference in the 2016 election. Trump handled that by firing the head of the FBI, James Comey. But then Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein appointed Robert Mueller special counsel to lead the investigation. And it was back on.

But other than obstruction of justice, what has Trump really done that is so bad? I guess you could count that pesky Emoluments Clause in the U.S. Constitution. Trump isn’t supposed to profit from being president. But he still retains ownership interests in businesses that profit in various ways from his presidency, so yeah, he’s breaking the law. Technically. But only a little. So I don’t see what the fuss is about.

Of course, there was that collusion thing, in which Trump’s son was invited to meet Russian officials to get “dirt” on Hillary Clinton. And he did meet with them. After journalists broke the story of the meeting, Trump lied about the purpose of the meeting. So it appears Trump knew he was breaking federal campaign law. But again, he was breaking the law only a little.

So what else has Trump done that might be considered bad? Let’s see: he did say there were good people on “both sides” of the neo-Nazi riot in Charlottesville. He encouraged police officers to rough up people they have under arrest. He shared anti-Muslim content on Twitter. Little things like that.

Oh yeah, he pardoned Joe Arpaio who had been convicted of contempt of court for refusing to obey a court order. And Trump said that he would pardon any of his aides who broke the law to get a wall built. Some lawyers consider that an abuse of the pardon power.

There’s other stuff, but it’s kind of nit-picky. Like, repeatedly pressuring the Department of Justice and the FBI to prosecute and jail political opponents. What’s wrong with that? I hear they do it all the time in Russia and China.

And of course, there are his constant attacks on America’s free press. Trump calls coverage he doesn’t like “fake news” and journalists “the enemy of the American people”. He threatened to change libel laws and revoke licenses. His dislike of CNN led him to try to interfere in the AT&T/Time Warner merger.

There are people who dislike that Trump’s zero tolerance immigration policy has separated thousands of children from their families. And the Trump administration has no plan to reunite all children with their families, even deporting some parents while their children remain detained. In legal jargon, this is called “violating immigrants’ right to due process” and lawyers say it’s a bad thing. But a lot of people who are not lawyers say immigrants don’t have rights, so who knows if it’s really bad?

There are people who would disapprove of Trump’s extramarital affairs with Stephanie Clifford (“Stormy Daniels”) and Karen McDougal just before the 2016 election. Knowing he might lose their votes if they learned of his indiscretions, Trump directed Michael Cohen to pay hush money to the two women. Once again, picky federal prosecutors have said that Trump is an unindicted co-conspirator for paying money in an attempt to influence the election. It turns out that you can’t do that. I mean, legally.

The cherry on top, so to speak, is the alleged Ukraine arms-for-dirt incident which launched an impeachment inquiry.

Sometimes it seems everything Trump does breaks some law. The conclusion is obvious. This country has too many laws.