I canceled my internet service and the world didn’t end. Ironic then that one of the last pages I downloaded at home was schrodingerthecat.com indicating Schrodinger is DEAD.

Now, there will be no more visiting websites listed in the real world. After turning in my modem I saw URLs like:

• metrocharity.org
• HoustonCommunityService.org
• tcresidential.com

Never could get defiantdog.com to work with my browser. I did however, surf to the end of the Internet at www.wwwdotcom.com and back. I can reminisce with the Top Sites page of Safari browser.

Now I’m on the wrong side of the digital divide. I have no internet, not even dial-up. I applied for government assistance, too; the $40 DTV coupon. I canceled my TV, too. I had access to good education channels but I hadn’t watched TV much. Still haven’t re-setup my other comptuer after Ike to record TV. Now, I’ll be on rabbit ears TV. Will I be seeing internet in National Geographic’s magazine featuring remote undeveloped countries?

Now that I’ve disconnected from the collective hive-mind matrix of the blogosphere and TV land, I just might be able to live down the “Lyndell of Borg” moniker.

Now that’s a simple illustration of the credit crisis we got ourselves in.  It’s also another example of a collegiate single serving website.

It’s the sixth of January and the Christmas decorations are down at the office; just the day Rakkav says I can use the red and green LEDs on my car without them being thought of as Christmas decorations.

Arriving home right at midnight New Year’s Eve, I heard the sound of firecrackers fill the air with the rapidity of popcorn popping.  It’s almost like a war zone heard on the news.  The mild smell of firecrackers fills the air.  This may be the most firecrackers I’ve heard in the city.  I just don’t remember this much fireworks on New Year’s Eve previous years.  However, I was porbably asleep by this time previous years.

Downtown was the busiest I’ve ever seen it over the eleven months I’ve worked downtown.  There’d be an occasional concert of praty.  But tonight, traffic filled all lanes in all directions of the few blocks I walk to the bus stop and see from the bus.

No everyone can be Johnny 5, but you make a chair inspired by his track system.

It would however, make an unhandicapped wheelchair.  Buildings wouldn’t need to be modified if the handicapped used a chair like this.

This so applies to me. I care about parking and that’s because I take care of my car. Stop exercising a little while and it gets hard. I visted CocoBongo in Cancun. Just not my thing. I’m not into clubbing…a good beer or wine however… TSA took the fun out of flying. I’m saving for retirement. I enjoy computer generated movies. I don’t get carded buying beer, even though many places have the policy of carding everyone under forty. Oh, am I that close to it? Twenty-somethings were born in the late 80’s.

Symptoms of Being Over 25

by Keiron on February 9, 2008
6 Before going out anywhere, you ask whether there is anywhere to park.
12 You don’t get funny looks when you buy a Disneyvideo or a Wallace And Gromit bubble bath,as the sales assistant assumes they are for your children.
18 The benefits of a pension scheme become clear.
29 You actually clean the house BEFORE guests arrive.
35 It starts to become an effort to stay in shape.
37 Your car is always taxed, insured and mot’ed.
38 Flying anywhere become a major chore that you could just do without.

more at Skillett.com

You know the Feast if over when:

• you enter the hectic traffic of I-45
• you’re stopped in the evening rush hour around 4 o’clock
• the sky of half fluffy clouds and half gray rain clouds rain on you
• you post on your blog again. (The previous posts dated during the feast were written before and scheduled.)

I ripped this off a forum.  It’s an illustration of character and restraint worth repeating.  It contrasts American politicians between then and now.

It doesn’t matter how big a ranch ya’ own, or how many cows ya’ brand, the size of your funeral is still gonna depend on the weather. – Harry Truman

After President Truman retired from office in 1952, he was left with an income consisting of basically just a U.S. Army pension, reported to have been only $13,507.72 a year. Congress, noting that he was paying for his stamps and personally licking them, granted him an “allowance” and, later, a retroactive pension of $25,000 per year. When offered corporate positions at large salaries, he declined, stating, “You don’t want me. You want the office of the president, and that doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the American people and it’s not for sale.” Even later, on May 6, 1971, when Congress was preparing to award him the Medal of Honor on his 87th birthday, he refused to accept it, writing, “I don’t consider that I have done anything which should be the reason for any award, Congressional or otherwise.” We now see that other past presidents, have found a new level of success in cashing in on the presidency, resulting in untold wealth. Today, many in Congress also have found a way to become quite wealthy while enjoying the fruits of their offices. Obviously, political offices are now for sale. Good old Harry Truman could have been correct when he observed, “My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference. I, for one, believe the piano player job to be much more honorable than current politicians.” – Source: ____________

Google brought up a lot of forum posts, but nothing I’d count as a authoritative.  If you know who originally wrote it, e-mail me at blog at Lyndell.NET or leave a comment.

Seems we had better politicians then, but we have better toys now.  It begs the question: Would you choose character or toys?  But then, that should be an easy question.  It’s similar to the choice presented to Lot.

It was then, that America made revolutionary progress in science and technology: industrialization, space flight even computing and the Internet.  These were unexpected changes in the world.  Whereas now, we expect computing to get faster, cheaper and smaller.  We expect the Internet to proliferate.  Increased consumer access to the Internet is transformational, but it’s dosen’t have peopel relocating like Industrializatoin.  The most exciting thing we have is the iPhone, but that’s just a computer with an interface with a little thought put into it.  The PalmPilot was an ealier computer with a decent touch interface.  Sometimes I used my finger instead of the stylus.  The only thing revolutionary about the iPhone is…the character and restraint?

It was this hot:

Man catches big fish with granddaughter’s Pink Barbie fishing rod.

Man uses Barbie fishing rod to make record catch

…certified as a record by the North Carolina Wildlife Resources Commission. …He landed the 21-pound fish on a 6-pound test line. It was 32 inches long, 2 inches longer than the rod. ___ Information from: Winston-Salem Journal, http://www.journalnow.com

Wow!  Look at all the Google results on this subject.  At this time:

• “about 222,000 for Barbie fishing rod. (0.15 seconds)”.
• “about 340 for Barbie fishing rod. (0.04 seconds)” in News results.
• “about 2,715 for Barbie fishing rod. (0.11 seconds)” in Blog results.

Yes, Google stated “about” even though they list four signifigant digits, down to the ones place.  Funny, though, I didn’t find the product.  I was trying to find the Barbie fish rod, instead I get all these news results.  I visit Barbie.com, but I’m not going to wade through all those Flash plug-ins.  You think I have gripes about HTML email, it’s nothing compared to Adobe Flash.  It’s a ubiquitous defacto standard, but not efficent.

Anything more beautiful than the blues and greens of the tropics?  This slideshow includes beautiful pictures of a coral reef. I’m just enamored by the blues and greens of the tropics. I’d like a mural size poster of a tropic beach on my wall. It’s be like a picture window.  Of course, the real scene would be even better.

Above and Below: A coral reef booms with life off Miyako Island, Okinawa.