One thing I’m always trying to keep in mind is the internal list and monologue of how to find out information. Knowing where one can find a given piece of information when one needs it is very important.
I had to buy shoe polish and related supplies today. As I was walking through town, I thought to myself “What does one tip the Shoe Shine guy at the Airport?”, since I can see myself using his services in my travels. If I had an ettiquette book, I would look it up, but any I have ready access to are most certainly out of date, so I asked Peter, my caffeine dealer (aka, owner of Bombadill’s coffee house, and the ex cabbie)
Peter says that if the shoe shiner charges under $5, pay him $5. If it’s over $5, pay $1 or some percentage. I the guy is REALLY GOOD, and does a great job on your shoes, then all bets are off and you have to go with your gut.
Finally, if he does a great job, and is reading the New York Times as you come up, keeps you entertained with the patter and such, and actually relates something he notices about you or something you say to the New York Times, then he is really a superhero and Shoe Shine Guy is his everyday disguise, so you need to tip him even more, and suppport your local super hero.
Todays Moral: Support your local superheros. Get your shoes shined at the airport.
The BBC is reporting that four funeral home workers have been charged with harvesting parts from bodies and selling them for transplants, including from the body of longtime BBC corospondant, Alistair Cooke.
Apparantly, this came to light in December but this is the first I heard of it.
An Englishman decided to write a book about famous churches around the world.
So he bought a train ticket and took a trip to Plymouth, thinking that he would start by working his way across England from South to North.
On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read “£10,000 per call”.
The Englishman, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 you could talk to God. The Englishman thanked the priest and went along his way.
Next stop was in Worcester in the English midlands. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.
He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Plymouth and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 he could talk to God. “O.K., thank you,” said the Englishman.
He then traveled to Salisbury, Leeds, Carlisle and Newcastle. In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same “£10,000 per call” sign under it.
The Englishman, upon leaving Newcastle decided to travel to Scotland to see if the Scots had the same telephone.
He arrived in Glasgow, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read “40p per call.”
The Englishman was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign.
“Father, I’ve traveled all over England and I’ve seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I’m told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in England the price was £10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?”
The priest smiled and answered, “You’re in Caledonia now, lad – it’s a local call”.
According to an article on /., copying CDs for backup purposes and ripping music from CDs to your iPod, is not Fair Use in the eyes of the RIAA and they are going to try and argue that in court. Interestingly enough, they have previously argued the opposite, in the supreme court proceedings of MGM vs Grokster.
I will just say: The RIAA is being obscenely greedy. I will NOT buy a new CD just because a previous one broke. I bought the CONTENT of the CD, the media I listen to it from is not the issue.
FUUSE is broadcasting once more! It’s also a higher quality stream. I suspect there will be quite a bit of broadcasting going on for the next week especially, so Tune in!
Oh my have things been… painful. The hardrive in Alice II died (that’d be My 12″ Apple PowerBook). This is NOT the time of year I can deal with this easily, especially given everything going on with the General Assembly planning right now. Thanks to my coworker Drew, I have a mildly janky replacement operational until he has a chance to get a new hard drive put into Alice II.
The replacement consists of a 500MHz iBook, with no battery, a dead internal battery, running off an external 30GB firewire hard drive, 256MB of RAM, and a power adapter. A portable desktop if you will, but it DOES work. I can even tote it to work with me… if I remember the power adapter, which I did not today.
My apartment is CLEAN. This is an amazing thing, and I should really get pictures because the way I’ve rearranged things, and with the new table Theresa and I got for Xmas, the place is rather nice at the moment. I even got some of my artwork up, which I’ll provide pictures of soon.
I had thought that I’d managed to set up my email, blogging, and other functions in such a way that I could continue to adequetly do everything I need to without a home computer of my own, or with a sub standard system of some kind. Apparantly, this is NOT the case, as it’s been a trial the past 3 weeks, to say the least. Back to the drawing board I guess.
When your conscience is screaming something at you, damn the consequences. I didn’t follow this rule today, and my dreams will be haunted tonight.