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This Day in My History

2000:  The Tooth, the Whole Tooth
2001:  No entry--in England
2002:  Is there a Full Moon?
2003:  Did You Ever Know that You're My Hero?
2004:  Gimme a Glass of Herbal Tea and Leave Me Alone
2005:  It Changed My Life
Family Project

"Annie Get Your Gun"

Books Read in 2007

Updated 5/3:
"Paula Deen"


Jean Sings for Walt

Mefeedia Video Archive

My Favorite Video Blogs

Desert Nut

(for others, see Links page)

Look at these videos!
The Zimmers
Wizard of Oz--Alternate Ending
Phil Donahue vs. Bill O'Reilly
Drunk Driving Test
Steve Irwin Meets Ross the Intern
Volcanic Eruption 4/2/07
Polar Bear Cub

Family Stories Vlog
(updated 5/4/07)

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Easter 2007


11 May 2007

What do Paris Hilton and I have in common?  Other than fame, fortune, and a fabulous figure, that is.

Well, her defense about driving with an expired license was that her publicist told her it was OK. 

I certainly have learned a lot about wi fi, piggy backing, and the law in the last 12 hours! 

When I got this machine, I really didn't know anything about wireless connection, except that everybody seemed to have it.  The people who sold me the machine told me it was ready for wi fi.  "If you're in an area where there is a wi fi connection, you just connect."

Well, that didn't happen for me.  I turned on the computer and it wasn't connected, so I took it to a geek guy who showed me that there was a switch which turns on your wi fi connection (duhhh).  He showed me how I could tell whether there were any available networks in the area and he showed me how to connect. I figured that's just what everybody does.   A good friend had been saying "I never have to pay a fee. I just turn on the computer and it's connected."

Cool!  Nobody ever mentioned the words "piggy backing," "slow downs," or "illegal."  Well not until I blythly bragged about having found a usable wi fi connection in the neighborhood, of course.

Now all sorts of people are coming out of the woodwork to tell me that what I was doing was illegal, how it could cause problems for my neighbors, etc., etc.

See?  I knew in my heart of hearts that there must be something wrong here.  No free lunch and all that stuff.

So I'm back huddled in one corner of my kitchen, waiting for an appropriate time to log on to AOL and tie up the telephone line.

My short-lived age of innocence has ended, but it was nice while it lasted!

In some way, it reminds me of how I felt after seeing a production of Hair last week.  It was by a group called "Artistic Differences," whose very first production, Falsettos , was excellent.  This production, too, was excellent, performed by a group of actors who hadn't even been twinkles in their parents' eyes when Hair opened on Broadway in 1967.

But I left the theatre just feeling....depressed.  I tried to put words to it in my review, without turning the review into a political rant.  Then I saw Goldie Hawn on The View, where she discussed the old Laugh In days, and how innocent she now sees that they all were.  How they truly believed that by bringing up current world problems and bringing on leaders like Nixon they could, in their own way, make a difference in the world condition.

Does anybody believe that any more?  Goldie Hawn doesn't.  I don't.

I think back to living in Berkeley in the 1960s, surrounded by (if not exactly a part of) the peace movement.  The nightly news brought us footage of demonstrations -- peace demonstrations, civil rights marches.  They seemed to come about weekly...or maybe that's only how I remember it.

As Lee Iacocca asks, where is that outrage today?  There are nice civilized demonstrations occasionally, folks like Jon Stewart, Bill Mahr and Keith Olberman, each in his own way, point out the outrageous events, but we (me included) all seem to be anesthetized by the enormity of it.

We've sat back and watched the structure of our government, which has existed for more than 200 years, fall apart, we've watched our cherished freedoms dissolve, we've listened to the nightly death toll from Iraq and we may get together every few months to light a candle and hear people say it can't continue, but nothing happens.  We shrug our shoulders and turn on American Idol because we don't want to think about it.

And even if we do think about it, it all seems so overwhelming that it seems impossible to ever fix.  With a president who stomps his feet and screams "I'm the decider and I won't discuss anything but what I want," what chance does the voice of the people have to even be heard?  When the only place he appears is at carefully selected locations where he is unlikely to encounter dissidents, does he even know how the country feels?  I just can't help but feel he lives in a bubble behind a wall with all access to "the people" kept so carefully orchestrated that he really thinks he has the support of the country.

How can you find hope in that?

The whole system seems so broken, I don't have any hope of it ever being restored in my lifetime.

Life seemed so promising in the Age of Aquarius, when we really felt that there would come a day when "peace would rule the planet."

All I can do is promise not to steal my neighbor's wi fi any more, thus restoring peace to my own little corner of the world.



Potential felon
trying to use the "I didn't know" defense


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