It’s a Tough Job, But Someone Has to Do It

Had an email from someone asking for help making a decision about a particular personal service (health-related). Since my knowledge about the topic is about 40 years out of date, I did what anyone who’s not room temperature would do nowadays: I typed search terms in a search bar and pressed “Enter”.

Sent the first two links that looked as though the articles were well-researched. Got an email back: “Wow! This was helpful. Thanks.”

Now, this isn’t a post denigrating the original asker for not doing a simple search. No, I’m just noting a mindset that doesn’t think first of what a marvelous resource the Internet is, or perhaps feels overwhelmed by the amount of information available and hasn’t spent time and effort learning some filtering techniques (or just doesn’t know how to go about developing those techniques).

I admit, my mind’s a bit odd. I grew up reading a LOT of books. No, more than what you think is “a LOT”–much more. And about half of the books I read were non-fiction, often reference works (dictionaries, encyclopedias, atlases, etc.–yes, read for entertainment), so I developed the mindset of checking references and instinctively look for well-referenced, well-organized, well-thought-out non-fiction. (That doesn’t mean that I write that way here all the time, of course. This is a blog, after all, a place for “the voices in my head” to give a shout out to each other. *heh*)

Add to that too many years in academia, working with my Wonder Woman through a couple of her masters degrees in library/reference/media, and I find it pretty easy to filter out B.S. or even just poorly-sourced, poorly-researched articles on the web.

I wonder how many folks are like my respondent, though–either unable to do such quick web searches (for whatever reason) or who feel daunted by the task of filtering the results?

Tightwad Confessions

Sometimes, tightwaddery results in… alternate “expenses”.

Example: the two hours I spent getting a communications issue straightened out this afternoon/early evening.

OK, the tightwad part: since I do not very much like to talk on the phone (missing visual cues, etc.) and I have NO desire to be connected wherever I am 24×7, but I do recognize the benefit of having a phone handy when I’m out and about (especially when deep in the “piney woods” backroads of America’s Third World County), I have a cell phone, but it’s sub-basic, a pre-paid, calls-only “dumb” phone.

Suits me just fine. Ever since I ditched a more expensive phone and plan, I’ve been just hunky-dory setting it to “Off” unless I want to make a call. And at $15/month for many, many (MANY) more minutes than I use, it’s just about right. Yes, there is one cheaper option, but the company that offers it doesn’t cover America’s Third World County worth spit.

And all has gone well with this lil pre-paid “dumb” phone for five years or so until today.

Entered the code to add air time/minutes and… message said to call support to complete the transaction. “WTF?!? Never seen THAT before!” thought I. So, called. Told me the code had already been used. Over the course of almost 2 hours, I finally learned that the code had been credited to the wrong phone, one with a completely different number to mine. *huh?!?* Yup.

Four different people told me they’d corrected the problem and credited my air time and all, and four different people were wrong. Round and round it went, until I finally found a service person (apparently the only one in India) who knew how to deal with the issue.

So, I have my tightwad-qualified phone for another couple of months. It does what I want it to (again) and doesn’t do what I want it to. Simple, inexpensive: just the ticket for a tightwad. But there are times… *sigh* Fortunately, this is the first such time in the years I’ve been using this thing, so “amortized” out, a couple of hours inconvenience divided by about five years isn’t all that bad, I suppose. *heh*

*tink-tink* Where Are All the OT-Style Prophets When You Really Need ’em?

[“OT” in the post title=”Old Testament”]

 


 

So, the Left Coast came briefly under a tsunami warning this weekend as a result of a 7.7 magnitude quake off Canada’s west coast. Hurricane Sandy is about to ravage the Leftist Coast (East). We need an OT-style prophet to explain to the folks in these places just what that means… (Stay home on Election Day, urm, unless you’re going to mend your ways and vote Right? *heh*)

The Verbal Intelligence of a Trained Parrot

While I appreciate the effort my health plan providers make to keep me informed of benefits, I do with they’d hire better-trained parrots to write the notices.

“Please note that all pharmacies may not be providing… “

Really? “[A]ll pharmacies” followed by “may not”? Nonsensical*, but if the parrot were better-trained, it might have pecked out,

“Please note that not all pharmacies may be providing… “

…although the passive voice construction in this case is an abomination. A better construction altogether would have helped clarity and, probably, have avoided mocking, but then,

“For additional information about this benefit, please see the frequently asked questions on the reverse side of this letter,” would have assured loud guffaws and raucous mocking anyway. The “reverse side of this letter” was, of course, blank.

Idiots.


*Semantics (meaning) is not as sensitive to syntax in English as in some languages, but this is one of a significant class of examples where it is.

Riffing Off the WSJ

A WSJ slideshow for the developmentally impaired ADD generation pokes holes in the BLS “core inflation” CPI that comes nowhere near real people’s experiences (because it excludes real people’s real essential expenditures for essential things like fuel and food). After all, “feddle gummint bureaucraps” apparently believe we should all just eat cake and fly around in our private jets like the “real” people they know. Or whatever.

Bullet points:

  • “[Last month the] price of a gallon of gas was… $3.55. It’s now $3.84.” More importantly to me and my family, in America’s Third World County the day The Zero assumed office, gas was $1.40 per gallon. Now, it’s $3.66. That’s about 266% inflation on one item that is essential. What about
  • Bread: White bread, “1st Quarter 2010: $1.71; 1st Quarter 2011: $1.88 (Source: American Farm Bureau–in fact, unless otherwise noted these are sourced from the American Farm Bureau). In one year, that’s nearly a 5% increase in cost. Nah, “Let them eat cake.”
  • Milk (gallon) 1st Quarter 2010: $3.15; 1st Quarter 2011: $3.46. You do the math (Hint: it’s not the 1.4% the BLS claims for the CPI but more than double that.)
  • Starbucks Ground Coffee (12 oz.) 1st Quarter 2010: $8.99; 1st Quarter 2011: $9.99 (Source: Wall Street Journal) OK, anyone stupid enough to buy Starbucks crap deserves what they get, but this is pretty typical of good coffees, too. And anyone who says coffee’s not an essential good is just itchin’ for a fight. Still, something on the order of an 11% inflation in price? Yep.
  • Orange Juice (half gallon) 1st Quarter 2010: $2.98; 1st Quarter 2011: $3.14. 5% inflation.
  • Ground beef (pound) 1st Quarter 2010: $2.63; 1st Quarter 2011: $3.10–and that’s not accounting for 2011 and 2012. 17%-18%?!? Shiite, Batman! We’re gonna need to start eating at The Peking Room!
  • Potatoes (5 pounds) 1st Quarter 2010: $2.26; 1st Quarter 2011: $2.64. Another 18%-er.

And on and on it goes. Americans having to pay more for essential goods, more to be able to get to their lower-paying part time jobs, while “feddle gummint” cronies are soaking taxpayers to build “golden Solyndrachutes” and administration liars and their cronies, lickspittles and a$$boiz in the media, fellow travelers and co-conspirators are hard at work to build chains to keep more and more former citizens in slavery on the “gummint plantation”.


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Modern Living

Ordering from Amazon. Placed order w/”2-day shipping” option. Received notice of shipping w/in an hour. By noon, the item was listed as having shipped from a Fedex location about 70 miles from me. Next a.m.? Scanned in at a Fedex location 370 miles from me, though it’d travel more than 400 miles to get here from there via Fedex.

If I’d had direct access to the Amazon Marketplace seller, Imight well have simply driven up and gotten the product, but in that case, paying the extra $3 or $4 (I forget which) for next day delivery… nah, wouldn’t have speeded things up, since item was ordered on Friday. Would probably still have been Monday. And yes, I know Amazon said it’d be here by Tuesday, but it’ll be Monday, if my experiences w/Fedex are any guide.

Still… it will have traveled almost 800 miles to get here from 70 miles away. Something’s just wrong there. It’s almost as if it were coming via the Post Office.* Continue reading “Modern Living”

Texas Is a Bastard?

“They say that Virginia is the mother of Texas. We never knew who the father was, but we kinda suspected Tennessee.”–Tex Ritter (so don’t blame me, OK?)

*heh*

Compy Dreams

With the advent of Wintel tablets approaching, the tablet for factor may actually start to appeal to me for doing things other than just media/info-consuming. Sure, I’ve seen–and tried out–some of the office-type productivity app attempts on various tablets, and I’ve shuddered at Garage Band being touted on the iPhad (Garage Band and its ilk are represented as music content creation applications; they are “music content creation” apps as garbage collection–not even disposal–is to yard waste: a way to get the junk collected in one location). *meh* At best such things are kludgy. Of course, no tablet that come w/o included physical keyboards would be worth much to me for anything but media/info-consumption, either.

Yeh: might as well just look for a convertible touch screen notebook for me.

Unless… (and until) voice (and music) recognition advances would allow reasonable data input w/o a keyboard/mouse (or touchpad/screen) combo. Ideally, a wearable computer with a system that allowed projection of a virtual screen (while I continued to wear my prescription lenses) and could reliably translate subvocalized commands/data input into actions/content. Oh, yeh, music recognition capability that’d allow vocal or instrumental input and transcribe music played/sung with reasonable accuracy (as is now only reasonably done via direct midi input, although folks are working on decent transcription from live input). And an OS that allowed me to continue to use a music transcription software that can perfectly read my archives of scores already written. Combined w/decent ear buds and perhaps some motion-sensor gloves or wrist bands, such a system would be pretty much ideal for a portable computer for someone like me.

*sigh* Maybe such a system will be available before I’m too feeble-minded to be able to use it. (Some may say it’s too late for that already. *heh*)