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The #Americant way, dear worst-reader. How to know it's true? Just go there. I mean, go there after being not there. And while there don't just hang out in NYC or DC or SF or LA enjoying the view(s). Check out the burbs of those places. If you can stomach it, and you should, make …
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In a whirlwind, dear worst-reader, It all started with the music video This is America. Have to admit, it did take a few viewings of the vid for me to get it. Well, get it as far as worst-writer can get it. You know, this is about politics as much as it's about money making musical genius. …
So. Like. I'm sitting in the corner at the mall, a parking lot, a small table in a rainbow coloured sprinkles restaurant and Grasshopper walks up to me and asks: Dude, what is a fascism? (Yes, the question is posed just like that.) Well, Grasshopper, I respond, it's like this. Do you remember olden times …
Subtitle: Avoiding monolithic-monopoly personal computing on the cheap? Note on text: if you want to skip all my worst-writing, just scroll down to the The Pseudo Review. As noted here, I'm not a NAS fan. The problem with not being a NAS fan is that one may still require some form of home data storage. …
Woke up with a speck of Stones clinging in my heart this morning. Did I think it was a heart attack? No. But my heart hums every now and then--in the wrong musical direction. Also. The stirring had something to do with the wrong angle (of attack) from that last glass of wine last night. …
Quick ride to clear my head the other day, dear worst-reader. Didn't work, though. In fact, I was so perturbed by the trek I'm sure it caused me a strange dream the night after. In short, the dream was thus: along with another male adult, I'm on a grassy knoll coaching four boys who are …
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Here's a tag-link to my other e-bike posts. Note on the pics: I was able to directly compare original Bosch sprocket (black) with a different brand (dark grey). I don't know why it surprises me that the minimal differences in the two has such a drastic outcome on performance (or lack thereof). It basically boils …
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Not sure where it begins, dear worst-reader. Is it their schooling? Peer pressure? Reading too much Winnetou and Old Shatterhand? For don't you know, dear worst-reader, Karl May, the writer/creator of old west stories of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, never once set foot on what he wrote so much about. And …
It was supposed to be about the wine last Sunday. But we sat across a couple from Engaland. That is, she was German and he was Cockey. Other than that, nice folks, don't you know. But then, after an agreement on Grauburgunder there was a sudden disagreement on Monarchies. A disagreement on Monarchies, of course, …
Note on the pics. The Birkenstock shoe (left foot) is still in what I consider to be its break-in period. They're only about ten days old. Note the suede sole footbed insert. The sandal (right foot) is broke-in and is probably four months old. The only issue I'm facing with the sandals is that I've run out …
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Update: Article 11 is now 15 and Article 13 is not 17. Please apply as you worst-read. Last Saturday late morning I hopped on my e-bike and trekked to D'dorf's city-centre to pick up a loaf of the world's greatest bread and after that consume-to-survive a pair of fancy-pants new Birkenstock shoes. That's right, dear …
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I know. I know. I have to stop calling my beloved & missed #Americant LAND OF FREE TO BE STUPID. But I can't. I mean, it's so hard, don't you know. Especially considering that I was smart enough to jump ship so long ago after having figured out how so much STUPID would eventually rule …
Not since The Shape Of Water have I been motivated to put up my ray-of-light sensors for more and better movies made for adults, intellects, those who prefer to think rather than have their wits dimmed and numbed by krappy, brain-dead comics come to digital albeit boring life. Yeah, I'm sick of blockbuster movies. Thank …
As noted here and here, I'm having a bit of an ordeal with my home digital storage situation. In short, I've been trying to avoid having to purchase a NAS (network attached storage). Reason? Well, I hate stupid technology. To worst-moi, there is nothing more stupid than a monopolised industry trying to find more & better …
Update to this post here. Pseudo alternative subtitle: Years of digital living is hard to leave behind. But behind it must be left. As mentioned here, I've been telling myself for years, and thereby avoiding a certain kind of reality, that I need a NAS (networked-attached-storage). Although I was able to circumvent having to own …
