Morning Thoughts

(Ohiopyle Falls. July 2006)

I was in the mood to look at a waterfall this morning so I went back through my photos from the summer and came up with this. We’ve had enough rain lately that water shouldn’t interest me. I can’t explain it. I just wanted to look at one.

M the Elder and I haven’t been hiking in a long while. I think that fact may be partially responsible for this down in the dumps feeling I’ve had lately. The constant pain, of course, doesn’t help matters. Still, it helps to get outside and enjoy nature once in a while. Perhaps if we have some decent weather on Friday I’ll coerce M the Elder to go for a hike with me.

The long-awaited MRI takes place on Thursday morning. On the one hand I hope they don’t find anything because, of course, I don’t want anything serious to be wrong. On the other, I hope they find something that’s easily fixable because I’m getting worn down with this constant pain. The past few months of pain have certainly given me a better understanding of some of the pharmacy customers. Not just more sympathy, but a genuine empathy.

I have four more days left at work (two this week and two next week). I didn’t think I’d be sad to leave. Yesterday a lot of the regulars stopped by. I’ve been in that pharmacy for almost six years and it’s the customers/patients I’ll miss the most.

I’m running late this morning. I’d better get moving.

The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn’t, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there. ~Monica Baldwin

What’s in your spam?

(Pond reflections. November 2006)

I’m not usually in the habit of reading the spam that shows up in my email. I see it, I delete it, that’s the end of it until the next round. But this showed up today:

Flower mermaid of full brightness grace touch is sadness carries.


I know they’re up to all sorts of tricks these days to try to get past the spam filters and blockers. A few months ago there was a story about it on NPR. A lot of spammers are using bits and pieces of novels, sometimes classic works. The story involved the reporter trying to figure out which novels those bits and pieces came from.

I wonder what the origins of this are:

Then she glanced away from the table with no change of expression, and his relief was so great that the thudding, shifting ascent up the stairs to the pantry was almost bearable. Had she sat there in her as-yet-unseen-by-him parlor with her mouth open and her eyes wide as Misery finally realized the truth and made her decision and sneaked off to Geoffrey?

For one moment he thought of bringing the heavy ceramic ashtray down on her head as she bent over, cleaving her skull with it, letting out the disease that passed for her brains.

Kind of reminds me of Stephen King.

Then there’s the political version:

So, the way I see it, there is a job opening here. We take our children to preschool every day. Bill Clinton cannot be elected president, but nothing stops him from being elected vice president. A coffee service vendor can supply your office with a variety of hot beverages at reasonable prices and state-of-the-art brewing equipment for little to no cost. People know they don’t have to be afraid of us. If your business is like so many others, there’d be chaos as paper flew everywhere. It should also be the easiest way for them to reach you. John Kerry should pick former president Bill Clinton as his running mate.

Looks like somebody wants to give Bill Clinton ideas.

It makes the stuff you guys do look about as scary as a ride on the Central Park carousel. He moaned while he was pissing, and continued moaning for a long while after it was done.

Crazy stuff.

How can you tell I have nothing to write about today?

I’m doing an entire entry on spam. At least I’m not posting recipes like they do at google mail. Thanks to FTL for the idea. 🙂

The magic of myth and legend has come true in our time. One types the correct incantation on a keyboard, and a display screen comes to life, showing things that never were nor could be…. The computer resembles the magic of legend in this respect, too. If one character, one pause, of the incantation is not strictly in proper form, the magic doesn’t work. Human beings are not accustomed to being perfect, and few areas of human activity demand it. Adjusting to the requirement for perfection is, I think, the most difficult part of learning to program. ~Frederick Brooks

NaBloPoMo: Day 13