<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473</id><updated>2011-08-19T03:51:27.482-07:00</updated><category term='DARPA Challenge Cars Sanford'/><category term='Aerosol Saline'/><category term='Saline'/><category term='Immigration Schwarzenegger Soprano Bush Peggy Noonan'/><category term='Video Games'/><category term='Lens Solution'/><category term='book review'/><category term='Contact Lens'/><title type='text'>Desktop Movies</title><subtitle type='html'>Look over my shoulder. See my life, arranged across my desktop.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-753209309953289454</id><published>2011-07-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:40:51.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Angry And Afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.front.moveon.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Entitlement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://cdn.front.moveon.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Entitlement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who desperately want to keep you angry and afraid. Because it’s easy to manipulate angry people, and people who are afraid enough will repeat any stupid lie without stopping to think, even for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Beck is one. Pick the dumbest thing any Democrat has ever said (out of context if possible), and pretend it’s what every Democrat everywhere thinks. But MoveOn.org has to be the worst. They use the same tactics, but they’re organized like the Waffen SS and they’ve built an army of angry and afraid people to spread their lies. Take a look at this, just as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every penny that was collected for SS has been spent, or will be spent soon. You could get mad at the people who said they would put the money in a “lockbox” … but what’s the point? The bank’s done been robbed, and we ain’t gonna get any of that money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to tell someone who has paid for Social Security "insurance" their entire working life that we are going to have to cut benefits? Sure. But those people are adults, and the money was stolen right in front of everyone’s eyes. Anyone who paid attention knew what was happening, and if you DIDN’T pay any attention, then shame on you. Still, nobody wants to let old people be desperately poor – not even evil Republicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of that benefit money is going to come from people who children now, or not even born yet. Is it wrong to force them to pay for a scam they had nothing to do with? You’re damn right it is. Saying that the money we take out of their pockets is an “insurance payment” doesn’t make it better – it makes it worse, because we all know that money has already been spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s even worse because, one the average, tax payers in their 20s and 30s have far less wealth (and even less income) than people in their 50s, 60s, and beyond. So by taking social security “investments” from them, and giving the money to old folks, we are often taking from the poor and giving to the rich. (And blowing a staggering amount on fraud and waste in the process.) How is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have two bad choices – cut benefits, or tax the innocent. And we will end up doing both. We’ll probably “means test” Social Security, so that people who worked hard and saved money will get less from their Social Security “investment” than everyone else. We’ll almost certainly raise the retirement age for people who are now in their 40s. (And people in their 20s and 30s will have to retire a LOT later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And generations of children will be born deep in debt to pay the bill – which will be gigantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference of opinion is that some people lean towards bigger benefits for old people and a bigger bill for the innocent. Some people lean towards lower benefits and a lower bill. There are Democrats and Republicans on both sides of that argument. Honest people trying to find the least bad path when all the choices suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoveOn.org and Glenn Beck are in a third group – pretending that the entire problem is just an evil conspiracy by the tea baggers and lib’rals. If we listen to them, then we will continue to pay out huge benefits without taking in enough money. We’ll continue to spend the money that we claim is for old folks on gigantic and wasteful government programs. The only way to make up the difference will be to run the printing presses at the Treasury … until our money isn’t worth anything. That will hurt young and old alike, and far more than actually facing up to this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-753209309953289454?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/753209309953289454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=753209309953289454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/753209309953289454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/753209309953289454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2011/07/are-you-angry.html' title='Are You Angry And Afraid?'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-973352482523928266</id><published>2010-11-21T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:22:33.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$17 Music Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/TOnBpAG4uNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XvIU1csGEuI/s1600/d66306vn386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542173726603786450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/TOnBpAG4uNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XvIU1csGEuI/s400/d66306vn386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My favorite way to buy music is still on CD, particularly used CDs. CDs were the first essentially perfect way to distribute music. They may be the last way to really own it. As long as I own that disc, I can use the music on any device that exists now or in the future. I can make as many copies as I like. I can sell or give the disc away, and nobody can do a damn thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three or four times a year I go over to &lt;a href="http://www.secondspin.com/"&gt;SecondSpin.com &lt;/a&gt;and load up on cheap CDs. Some of the CDs I love the most sell for a few dollars each. Here are six of my favorites you can get for $4 or less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dwight Yoakam, &lt;em&gt;This Time&lt;/em&gt; $2 This is, without question, the perfect country music album. For just $5 more, you can add &lt;em&gt;Gone&lt;/em&gt;, which is also the perfect country album. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fountains of Wayne,&lt;em&gt; Welcome Interstate Managers&lt;/em&gt; $3 You're may be sick of the big hit from this album (Stacey's Mom), but every track is great. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Richey,&lt;em&gt; Bitter Sweet&lt;/em&gt; $4 There usually aren't many used Kim Richey CDs out there. They are all fantastic - this is one of her most thoughtful and touching albums. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucinda Williams, &lt;em&gt;Car Wheels on a Gravel Road&lt;/em&gt; $4 Great southern rock / folk. The title song makes me feel like I'm about 5 years old, back in the South around 1970. But it's good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joan Osborne, &lt;em&gt;Relish&lt;/em&gt; $2 This is another album with one huge hit (I won't name it). It must have sold millions of copies, because used discs are cheap as dirt. Personally, I like all the songs here - each one tells a story. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonia Dada, &lt;em&gt;Day at the Beach&lt;/em&gt; $2 One reviewer calls this an "amalgamation of soul, pop, rock, blues, and gospel." That's about right. Call it what you will, it's great poetry set to great music. For less than $20, you could pick up all six Sonia Dada albums. An ex-girlfriend turned me onto this band ... so every cloud does have a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-973352482523928266?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/973352482523928266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=973352482523928266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/973352482523928266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/973352482523928266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/17-music-collection.html' title='$17 Music Collection'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/TOnBpAG4uNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XvIU1csGEuI/s72-c/d66306vn386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-6247600636099492253</id><published>2010-04-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:41:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance for Mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/S9etmKdsDAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6N7M9ctETN8/s1600/IMG_4029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/S9etmKdsDAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6N7M9ctETN8/s400/IMG_4029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465027543992896514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been told that mint makes the perfect houseplant, because it is almost impossible to kill. In fact, mint is absurdly vigorous and invasive. Unless confined in a sturdy container, mint will take over your garden and subjugate your lawn. If you forget to lock your doors at night, mint will sneak into your house (or your apartment) and get your wife pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few years ago I murdered a pot that a friend gave to me. Apparently, not even mint could survive my towering neglect. Now I’m trying again. Looks pretty good so far, doesn’t it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-6247600636099492253?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6247600636099492253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=6247600636099492253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6247600636099492253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6247600636099492253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-chance-for-mint.html' title='Second Chance for Mint'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/S9etmKdsDAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6N7M9ctETN8/s72-c/IMG_4029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-2915859417465826723</id><published>2009-08-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:46:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SoMrBPaF7JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IDeEnETRAcc/s1600-h/obamamessiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SoMrBPaF7JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IDeEnETRAcc/s400/obamamessiah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369182481071598738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this healthcare stuff is getting to me … even in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I dreamed that I was standing with Barack Obama outside the White House. He was telling me his plans to help the country. Though I can’t remember any of the details now, they made a lot of sense to me at the time. But as I listened, enraptured, I smelled something burning. Over the President’s broad shoulder I saw smoke coming from the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, Mr. President …” I said. At that moment the great man put his hand on my shoulder. He said, “James, I need YOUR help. Together, we must do something about our great nation’s housing crisis.” I noticed for the first time that a flock of the President’s admirers were standing on the National Mall. They were all holding building materials – boards, shingles, windows, and more. The crowd stretched out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” I said, “but there’s smoke …” The President didn’t seem to hear me. He gave me a hammer and a saw. “James, together, we will build a gigantic People’s House, for everyone in America.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” I stammered, “A lot of people already have houses. And speaking of houses, there’s smoke coming out of …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the President wasn’t finished. “Some fortunate people, millionaires mostly, or at least couples making a combined $250,000 a year, have houses. We will recycle the pieces of those houses to make a People’s House that will bestow dignity and security …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” I yelled at a man in the crowd, “That’s my garage door! You give that back!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President just looked more determined, and I was ashamed for interrupting. He said, “The People’s House will reduce energy usage and increase the average enjoyment per square foot by …” The smell of smoke intensified, and one of the White House windows shattered from the heat. Flames gushed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mister President!” I was shouting again, but I felt I had no choice. “Just stop for a second, and look at YOUR house. Don’t you see anything wrong?” The crowd muttered. A few people called me a bully, and one woman even accused me of working for Fox News. I honestly feared for my life. But the President calmly raised a hand and the crowd backed off. He said, “Is there anything wrong?” For a moment the world held its breath. “Yes!” the President said at last, “I see what you mean.” I felt enormous pride, but then he continued: “It could use some guest bedrooms. Follow me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait!” I said, “I meant you should put out the fire first!!” But it was too late. Millions of Americans followed the President, and began randomly nailing boards onto the burning White House. Fire spread everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!” I screamed. And I tried to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-2915859417465826723?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2915859417465826723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=2915859417465826723' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2915859417465826723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2915859417465826723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-dream.html' title='I Had A Dream'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SoMrBPaF7JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IDeEnETRAcc/s72-c/obamamessiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-6751660109114115114</id><published>2009-07-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:35:04.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Health Care System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SmtB7V974YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hZKlULKXo-Y/s1600-h/Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SmtB7V974YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hZKlULKXo-Y/s400/Grandma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362452269079716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago, my Grandma Ramey broke her hip. She was from the rural South, and by no stretch of the imagination was she “rich.” She had nothing but public programs to rely on. In the hospital, she went into a form of dementia. But within &lt;strong&gt;hours &lt;/strong&gt;of her injury, she had a new hip. The horrible pain started to go away. She came out of the dementia. She lived for almost another decade – healthy, independent, and in her right mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our broken healthcare system in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada or the UK, Grandma could have waited for weeks or months for a new hip – if she ever got one at all. In her condition, what would weeks of severe pain (and worse, total helplessness) have done to her? I am convinced the dementia would not have ended. She would have died in that hospital – in horrible pain, terrified, and unable to even recognize her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve listened to President Obama. I don’t think that people on his side of the argument are in any way bad or stupid. But the program he’s pushing will mean waiting lists for everyone. It will also cripple medical &amp; pharmaceutical R&amp;D. The hip that kept my Grandma alive, the cancer treatments that give some hope to my family &amp; friends who are fighting that disease, and the vaccine that would have prevented the cancer that killed my sister in her 40s – none of these things were developed in countries that have socialized their medical systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t be like Canada. Most Canadians can drive to the US for medical care, if they don’t want to wait in line – and millions do just that. Almost every medical treatment used by Canadians were developed elsewhere – principally the United States. When our government crowds private enterprise out of heath care, we will be stuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-6751660109114115114?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6751660109114115114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=6751660109114115114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6751660109114115114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6751660109114115114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-health-care-system.html' title='Broken Health Care System'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SmtB7V974YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hZKlULKXo-Y/s72-c/Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-7632722473803436944</id><published>2008-08-12T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:35:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man With Two Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youareacharacter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233820514174942274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SKSW9Yjvn6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/equqk0bdn3s/s400/yaac3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I now have two blogs: the one you are reading and &lt;a href="http://youareacharacter.blogspot.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could say that I am a complex human being. Maybe a single blog just isn't enough to capture all of my facets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I've decided that I must produce more blog coverage in today's media-centric world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm just typing relative nonsense in order to fill the space around the picture that I've attached to this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the truth is that I've created a second blog in order to double my advertising revenue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-7632722473803436944?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7632722473803436944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=7632722473803436944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7632722473803436944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7632722473803436944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-with-two-blogs.html' title='The Man With Two Blogs'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SKSW9Yjvn6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/equqk0bdn3s/s72-c/yaac3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-2920789804023847555</id><published>2008-07-14T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:08:25.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerosol Saline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens Solution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contact Lens'/><title type='text'>Equate Sterile Saline Solution Aerosol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SHuwpUeRMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4rNGA-B7Pgc/s1600-h/saline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222962416783012386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SHuwpUeRMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4rNGA-B7Pgc/s400/saline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UPDATE: I finally ran out of the 2 cases I bought last July. The good news is that this is still commercially available. Rite Aid stores are carrying the 12 oz aerosol can, and you can buy this from Drugstore.com and others. The bad news is that the price ranges from $6.25-$7.99 per can, with shipping on top. The price at Rite Aid is $7.99 as I write this, so, for now, I plan to shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Blairex web site - it has links to Drugstore.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blairex.com/BLBlairexSaline.php"&gt;http://www.blairex.com/BLBlairexSaline.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-2920789804023847555?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2920789804023847555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=2920789804023847555' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2920789804023847555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2920789804023847555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/07/equate-sterile-saline-solution-aerosol.html' title='Equate Sterile Saline Solution Aerosol'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SHuwpUeRMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4rNGA-B7Pgc/s72-c/saline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-7306371619898522441</id><published>2008-04-29T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:34.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SBfeKn3vjBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nXWgDXyem0k/s1600-h/2453671476_5fd57bc681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194864969278000146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SBfeKn3vjBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nXWgDXyem0k/s400/2453671476_5fd57bc681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in Greenville SC this week. The city has rebuilt its downtown -- I can honestly say I have never seen a more beautiful city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm staying in a hotel within walking distance from the city's minor-league ballfield, an amazing park, and about 100 good restaurants. Seriously, it's heaven. For months, I've been hearing this voice in my head: "You could do your job from here ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took several pictures from my hotel room and posted them on Flickr (link below). The one here is a night shot, a very long exposure. The streak of light on the right is a car driving into the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10335838@N04/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/10335838@N04/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SBfdQ33vi_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ffVwNOTi1xc/s1600-h/2453671476_5fd57bc681.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-7306371619898522441?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7306371619898522441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=7306371619898522441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7306371619898522441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7306371619898522441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/04/greenville.html' title='Greenville'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/SBfeKn3vjBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nXWgDXyem0k/s72-c/2453671476_5fd57bc681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-1437300448923550134</id><published>2008-02-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:35.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R6yzgI85c_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nlHD7YL_1Mc/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164700237427209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R6yzgI85c_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nlHD7YL_1Mc/s400/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, it isn't Spring ... it really isn't even close. But it feels like Spring outside. Even weeds are beautiful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R6yuMo85c-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R_5B0dvwUpA/s1600-h/FLOWER2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-1437300448923550134?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1437300448923550134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=1437300448923550134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1437300448923550134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1437300448923550134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R6yzgI85c_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nlHD7YL_1Mc/s72-c/DSC01502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-4762176087881618773</id><published>2008-01-06T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:35.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark My Words, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FxOgIsdzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7yFrTd5QBFU/s1600-h/Dad,+Jane,+Grandmother,+and+Gary,+and+the+coolest+looking+car+in+histoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523942647068466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FxOgIsdzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7yFrTd5QBFU/s320/Dad,+Jane,+Grandmother,+and+Gary,+and+the+coolest+looking+car+in+histoy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ran across a story in the news today about cars that can drive themselves. As loyal reader of my blog will attest, I am obsessed with this idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080106/ap_on_hi_te/gadget_show_driverless_cars;_ylt=Ai9qfQMXiIyPMPAW5SVWKl2s0NUE"&gt;Driverless Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of interesting points: First, GM is trying to design a car that will be compatible with existing roads -- and existing, human-controlled traffic. Second, the time-frame is within the next eight years. Both of these assumptions are way, way beyond anything I would dare predict. I still think it will take 10 years before most people accept the fact that this will happen someday. It will be ten years after that before we see driverless cars on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that this is being researched by a leading innovator like GM, we can expect millions to be wasted on concept cars that never reach the roads. On the plus side, they might thrash around and get Honda or Toyota interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture above is of my Grandmother Cage, my Dad, and his younger brother and sister. The car in the background is, in my opinion, one of the best looking automobiles in human history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-4762176087881618773?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4762176087881618773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=4762176087881618773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/4762176087881618773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/4762176087881618773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/01/mark-my-words-again.html' title='Mark My Words, Again'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FxOgIsdzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7yFrTd5QBFU/s72-c/Dad,+Jane,+Grandmother,+and+Gary,+and+the+coolest+looking+car+in+histoy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-1333747801261285168</id><published>2008-01-06T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:35.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late Late Show With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FEkQIsdxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zm0kFzEd3IU/s1600-h/craig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152474838285973266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FEkQIsdxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zm0kFzEd3IU/s320/craig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only late-night talk show I watch these days is Craig Ferguson. Actually, watch is the wrong word -- I record the show, and listen as I'm eating breakfast the next day. Last Thursday, I almost choked on my Cheerios -- Ferguson read my e-mail on the air! It was Ferguson's first new show after two months off for the writers' strike. I thought the joke I sent him was kind of dumb, but it got a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an in-joke, so unless you watch the Late Late Show, it probably won't be funny at all. Here it is: "Dear Craig. You have a very busy show tonight. Do you even have time for this e-mail?" Ferguson read the email, said "No," and threw it back on the stack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, kind of a dumb joke. But now "James from Duluth, GA" is a celebrity from coast-to-coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-1333747801261285168?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1333747801261285168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=1333747801261285168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1333747801261285168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1333747801261285168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-late-show-with-me.html' title='The Late Late Show With Me'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R4FEkQIsdxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zm0kFzEd3IU/s72-c/craig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-3935491687992349399</id><published>2007-11-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:35.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Albums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R0i2dU_PADI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7EapdlE5pMc/s1600-h/4124946_kim_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136555989982445618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R0i2dU_PADI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7EapdlE5pMc/s320/4124946_kim_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I received seven albums in the mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kimrichey"&gt;Kim Richey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Chinese Boxes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fountains of Wayne, &lt;em&gt;Traffic and Weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebandivy.com/"&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;In the Clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn Colvin, &lt;em&gt;These Four Walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahharmer.com/"&gt;Sarah Harmer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;All of Our Names&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joan Osborne, &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave Brubeck Quartet, &lt;em&gt;Time Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a good haul. I buy all of my CDs used (at &lt;a href="http://www.secondspin.com/"&gt;SecondSpin.com&lt;/a&gt;), so finding a particular album is a combination of luck and patience. Maybe it's the holiday season, but a lot of good music became available all at once, so I jumped. According to iTunes, these albums represent Alternative, Country, Folk, Pop, and Jazz. My musical taste is growing in all directions at once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've listened to Brubeck and the new Fountains of Wayne, and I'm listing to &lt;em&gt;In the &lt;/em&gt;Clear as I write this. All are excellent. When Fountains of Wayne is playing, I really listen. I want to hear every lyric, get every joke, see every image. Jazz is different. I tend to zone out, daydreaming, and only occasionally coming back to consciously hear the music. But the daydreams are pleasant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm particularly happy that Kim Richey has come out with a new CD. Her album &lt;em&gt;Rise &lt;/em&gt;is one of my favorites (&lt;em&gt;Electric Green -- &lt;/em&gt;wow). I'll be happy if &lt;em&gt;Chinese Boxes&lt;/em&gt; is half as good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136560585597452370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 626px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="59" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R0i6o0_PAFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VfeTgg9cwIk/s320/brubeckborder.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-3935491687992349399?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3935491687992349399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=3935491687992349399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/3935491687992349399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/3935491687992349399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/11/seven-albums.html' title='Seven Albums'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/R0i2dU_PADI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7EapdlE5pMc/s72-c/4124946_kim_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-6860702842122484290</id><published>2007-11-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:35.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to eat here all the time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RzyxEE_PAAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HmVmzJ9xEhg/s1600-h/Smaller+Doorway+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133172358912081922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RzyxEE_PAAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HmVmzJ9xEhg/s320/Smaller+Doorway+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For years, after I moved back to Georgia, I would eat at this restaurant once or twice each week. It's just down the street from where I live. Today, almost all the businesses in that strip mall are gone. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RzyrN0_O_6I/AAAAAAAAACs/BV3BVDhW0IU/s1600-h/Smaller+Doorway+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember any really great meals at Rio Bravo, just the chips and dark salsa (excellent). Here are some of my favorite restaurant meals today (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jambalaya and Corn Bread: &lt;a href="http://www.roastersrotisserie.com/"&gt;Roaster's Chicken Rotisserie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asian Duck Breast Salad: &lt;a href="http://www.seasons52.com/menu/default.asp"&gt;Seasons 52&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mediterranean Salad &amp;amp; Grilled Chicken (with Hummus Appetizer): Athens Pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sashimi Tuna Salad: &lt;a href="http://www.hillstone.com/pdf_menus/houstons/Houstons_Lenox.pdf"&gt;Houston's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wild Mushroom Soup: &lt;a href="http://www.f2ofresh.com/menu.htm"&gt;Fresh to Order&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salsa Trio &amp;amp; Three Tacos (Fried Chicken, Veggie, and Fish): &lt;a href="http://www.taqueriadelsol.com/lunch.htm"&gt;Taqueria del Sol &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salmon BLT: &lt;a href="http://www.murphysvh.com/menus.htm"&gt;Murphy’s &lt;/a&gt;(Virginia Highlands)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For dessert: Strawberry Shortcake at the &lt;a href="http://www.okcafe.com/index.html"&gt;OK Cafe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I will be back to this entry, to add some others that I’ve forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-6860702842122484290?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6860702842122484290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=6860702842122484290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6860702842122484290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/6860702842122484290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/11/fresh-mex.html' title='I used to eat here all the time ...'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RzyxEE_PAAI/AAAAAAAAADc/HmVmzJ9xEhg/s72-c/Smaller+Doorway+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-2562782152162268869</id><published>2007-11-04T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:36.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARPA Challenge Cars Sanford'/><title type='text'>Mark My Words</title><content type='html'>The third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DARPA&lt;/span&gt; Challenge was this weekend. Three&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Ry30Is0s_uI/AAAAAAAAACM/2vdTZcIQn90/s1600-h/Car.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; years ago, the Defence Department gave a $1 million prize, a challenge to anyone who could build a robotic car that could navigate 160 miles through the desert -- with no driver, no remote control, no "wires in the road" -- just on-board computing power and on-board sensors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Ry30ec0s_vI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhYYYMhAk6Y/s1600-h/Car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129024354615361266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Ry30ec0s_vI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhYYYMhAk6Y/s320/Car.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year (2004), no vehicle made it more than five (5) miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year (2005), five vehicles made it through the complex course, at average speeds over 45 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DARPA&lt;/span&gt; offered about $2 million in prizes, but moved the contest to a simulated urban environment. Stop signs. Other vehicles. Simulated pedestrians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year (2007), three vehicles made it through under the time limit, and eight more made it through without incident. That's right -- almost no crashes or problems at all. The cars were so successful, that observers found it boring to watch. The cost of all of this research to the American taxpayer? About $3 million. And keep in mind that this was WITHOUT any supervisory computer control, which would make the system faster, more efficient, and safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying this for years, but let me get on the record again. No, we won't have fully robotic cars on our streets in 10 years. But in 10 years, most people will agree that robotic cars are coming. Ten years after that, automated vehicles will be on the roads somewhere in the world. Ten years after THAT, most vehicles in the developed world will be automated. If there are vehicles (outside of theme parks) that humans can drive, there will be so many computer-controlled safety features as to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;human's&lt;/span&gt; actions more like suggestions than actual commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait. The idea of putting a 17-year-old in charge of 2000 lbs of metal, tearing down highways and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;back roads&lt;/span&gt; at 80 miles per hour, scares the crap out of me. But we will live to see a time when that's a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/robot_cars_dc;_ylt=Aj8cZ5Ud7EYxW1V37sDjRqIjtBAF" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/robot_cars_dc;_ylt=Aj8cZ5Ud7EYxW1V37sDjRqIjtBAF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-2562782152162268869?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2562782152162268869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=2562782152162268869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2562782152162268869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2562782152162268869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/11/mark-my-words.html' title='Mark My Words'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Ry30ec0s_vI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhYYYMhAk6Y/s72-c/Car.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-1070176652261211302</id><published>2007-06-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:36.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration Schwarzenegger Soprano Bush Peggy Noonan'/><title type='text'>What Would Arnold Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmGcVNlw_kI/AAAAAAAAABk/gwy_8VG-DNY/s1600-h/Ahnold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071506543635136066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmGcVNlw_kI/AAAAAAAAABk/gwy_8VG-DNY/s320/Ahnold2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, Peggy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and others on the Right were justifiably offended when some people in the Administration attributed their opposition to the immigration bill to racism or lack of patriotism. Even the Wall Street Journal editors have made blanket statements about opponents of the current immigration reform, like saying that "that crowd" is "foaming at the mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong feeling that the people in Washington and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WSJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; editors were reading web sites and blogs on the other side, which are also attacking them and their motives. We need to get away from that. I like the way Arnold Schwarzenegger talks about politics. When he talks about an issue, he starts by recapping his understanding of what the other side thinks and why, and he implicitly attributes only the best motives to them. Then he explains why he thinks the way he does. It's very persuasive, and it helps clear away some of the anger, so that debate can be more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmGcG9lw_iI/AAAAAAAAABU/HDVwVj6Graw/s1600-h/Ahnold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmGcG9lw_iI/AAAAAAAAABU/HDVwVj6Graw/s1600-h/Ahnold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know exactly where Schwarzenegger stands on immigration, but if I were to use his tactics, I might say something like this: People on the other side respect the law, and they don't want to reward people who have broken the law. They want to control the border ("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bordah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;") with Mexico, because no country can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt; or secure unless it controls it's borders. They don't want to see illegals exploited, and they want to have one set of rules for everybody. To do this, they want to close the border first, and then either deport the illegals, force them to return to Mexico by cutting off jobs, or fine them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything here ("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heeuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;") except the tactics. If you build a wall without fixing the underlying problems, you will still have many enforcement problems because no wall is totally secure. Also, you will wall in all of the illegals who are here today. If you try to deport 12,000,000 workers, you will fail. But in the effort you will create deep animosities that will last for generations. If you try to punish the businesses that hire the labor, you will hurt our economy. Not destroy the economy, but hurt it and make it grow more slowly, which is bad for everybody and worst for the poorest people. And all of the walling and enforcing and rules and regulations will cost money, and hurt all businesses, even the completely legitimate businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, make the border with Mexico strong and secure by opening it to people who want to work. Then the people they come into America through checkpoints, where you can check them for the criminal records and the drugs and so on and so on. Now the only people who are not crossing at the checkpoints are the real criminals, like drug dealers. They will stand out more, they will be easier to see and arrest and put in jail with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the homosexual shower raping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, respect the law by not making new laws that can not be enforced. Respect the law by changing laws that are not enforced and can not be enforced today. Deporting 12,000,000 hard working people just can not be done. Expecting them to go back to Mexico for six months voluntarily, as the President does, won't work. Do with the immigration laws what we did with the speed limit on the highways -- raise the speed limit. If you are Mexican and you want to come to America to work and pay taxes to America, then come. The border is open to you, and when you want to leave, the border is open so you can leave without fear. The taxes you pay to Social Security today will be redirected to the schools and hospitals you use, instead of to the welfare programs that you will not have any access to. The wealth you create in America, and the jobs you create for the doctors and the engineers and the builders and the small business owners will be good for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to say one more thing. In America today, there is one industry that does not hire any illegal workers. That is the government industry. The Federal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; and the state governments are the only places in America where the number of unionized workers has gone up over the last 20 years. In the rest of America, as the number of immigrant workers have increased sharply over the last few years, the number of union members has gone way down. Did unemployment go up? No, unemployment went way way down. Today we have one of the lowest unemployment rates in our history and in the world. If we close the border to people who want to work, then labor will become a scarce commodity. The unions, who want to control labor, would make a comeback. With active unions, American companies would hire fewer people, and move many of the jobs that remain outside the country. Every time Delta wants to hire a gate agent, or you want to paint your house, you would have to talk to Tony Soprano. I tell you that if you close the border, unemployment will go up, not down. That will be bad for everyone, but worst for Americans who just want to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-1070176652261211302?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1070176652261211302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=1070176652261211302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1070176652261211302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/1070176652261211302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-would-arnold-do.html' title='What Would Arnold Do?'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmGcVNlw_kI/AAAAAAAAABk/gwy_8VG-DNY/s72-c/Ahnold2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-7030087878637758627</id><published>2007-05-27T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:36.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><title type='text'>Calls of Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Rlol95vgQMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ePMV1DCn0c/s1600-h/abf5a079.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069406075961229506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Rlol95vgQMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ePMV1DCn0c/s320/abf5a079.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I played Call of Duty 3 for a few minutes this month, before getting tired of the whole thing. I think I would play a good video game, but COD 3 is a good example of why I don’t enjoy the genre more. First of all, the screen jerks around constantly. Just loading the gun a few times is an exercise in nausea. Second, the game has a couple of “holes.” For example, if your Jeep gets stuck, you just sit there, forever. None of the characters (yourself or virtual) ever get out of the jeep to move it, no Germans show up to kill you. You just sit there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COD 3 is also different from COD 2 in one more subtle way – it’s too zoomed-in. You have zero peripheral vision, and as you look around it’s too easy to miss details. Combine this with the jerky graphics, and it causes nausea much faster than the last version of the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-7030087878637758627?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7030087878637758627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=7030087878637758627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7030087878637758627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7030087878637758627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/calls-of-duty.html' title='Calls of Duty'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/Rlol95vgQMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ePMV1DCn0c/s72-c/abf5a079.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-4215525128289202807</id><published>2007-05-27T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:36.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This American Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071883070533074546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmLyx9lw_nI/AAAAAAAAACE/TZL0fuLOTC4/s320/default_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the month, I listened to several episodes of the “This American Life” podcast. Very enjoyable. I look forward to seeing the TV show, which recently finished its first season on the Showtime network. Of course, I’ll wait until it comes out on DVD … I don’t like it enough to spend a lot of money on it.  But the radio show podcast is free (one episode a week), and older episodes are only a buck on iTunes. Click the icon to go to the show's web site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-4215525128289202807?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4215525128289202807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=4215525128289202807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/4215525128289202807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/4215525128289202807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-american-life.html' title='This American Life'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RmLyx9lw_nI/AAAAAAAAACE/TZL0fuLOTC4/s72-c/default_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-2535200126714512898</id><published>2007-05-27T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:36.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>A Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlodZJvgQJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmNTb_nDYuo/s1600-h/tree_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069396648508014738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlodZJvgQJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmNTb_nDYuo/s320/tree_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in Phoenix, I bought a Christopher Moore novel. I thoughtI had read one book by him (&lt;em&gt;God is My Broker&lt;/em&gt; -- but that was actually by Christopher Buckley). &lt;em&gt;Practical Demonkeeping&lt;/em&gt; was entertaining throughout. It wasn’t killer funny (not in the way that Christopher Buckley can be), but it had a story that kept my interest. Back in Atlanta, I purchased and read &lt;em&gt;Coyote Blue&lt;/em&gt;. Mid-way through, I thought it the better of the two books. But the author’s hatred of Christianity was jarring towards the end. Moore is firmly in the camp that everything that whites do, and everything that Christians do, is bad. I ended up tossing the book when I was done, and I have no plans to read another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-2535200126714512898?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2535200126714512898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=2535200126714512898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2535200126714512898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/2535200126714512898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/book-review.html' title='A Book Review'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlodZJvgQJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KmNTb_nDYuo/s72-c/tree_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-7639157531880194876</id><published>2007-05-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:37.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlohlZvgQKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VGgdB69uwHQ/s1600-h/sad_ipod_icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069401257007923362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlohlZvgQKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VGgdB69uwHQ/s320/sad_ipod_icon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the month, I “won” an iPod Shuffle at work. Actually, this was part of an award from October of last year, but it only caught up with me this month. It’s a great device, with simple controls – perfect for using while driving. It charges directly from the USB port of a laptop, and it has twice the memory (512M) of my old iRiver. But there’s always a “but.” It intermittently loses connection to my laptop. I took it to the Apple store, and because Honeywell purchased the device in January of 2006, it’s out of warranty. So I bought a second-generation Shuffle, got it home, and had exactly the same problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the Apple store, my first iPod wouldn’t talk at all to my laptop. Later that day I synched it on Jim’s Mac, and sense the it will talk occasionally to my laptop. For now, I’m going to keep both, but if I continue to have these problems, I’ll take the other one back and give the first one away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, computers are going to work reliably. It will be a freaking revolution. Seriously – so many large software projects fail. We don’t have a good way to visualize very complex systems and projects – like large computer programs, genetic codes, etc. Some day we will find a way and it will revolutionize many seemingly unrelated fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-7639157531880194876?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7639157531880194876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=7639157531880194876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7639157531880194876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/7639157531880194876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/ipod-madness.html' title='iPod Madness'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlohlZvgQKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VGgdB69uwHQ/s72-c/sad_ipod_icon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244216908858473.post-3752971061131976792</id><published>2007-05-27T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:45:37.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me 13 shrubberies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlobpZvgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35xqZvMbVPk/s1600-h/8dc0eb2f815bc272f564a42728b56378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069394728657633394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlobpZvgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35xqZvMbVPk/s320/8dc0eb2f815bc272f564a42728b56378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I trimmed another branch from the tree in my front yard. Some lessons for next year: First, I need to know what to do with the branch once I cut it off the tree. Last year, I cut it up and put it in the garbage can. This one is a little thicker – I’m not interested in cutting it apart. Second, buy a new saw before tackling the next one. And do something to it so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t rust. Pushing the rusty saw through the green branch was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this month, I got my lawn guy to plant some more shrubs on the hill behind my house. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done this twice before, with just a few shrubs. I never watered them, and due to neglect (and, I’m convinced, weed eating), they died. This year I told George to fill the space in completely, and I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; watered the new shrubs every day. I’ll live with the weeds, if it gives the shrubs a chance to get established. Eventually, I would like to have enough coverage so that I don’t have to put in pine straw or weed the area at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month, George is going to replace the pine bark around my flower beds with river stones. That should set me back a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the moss in my yard is getting pretty bad. I did some reading on the web, and now believe that the cause is either compacted soil or “sour” soil, that could be fixed with calcium. To find the exact cause would require testing the soil, which I will probably never get around to. Instead, I may ask George to put calcium+moss killer+fertilizer on the grass, and aerate the soil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31244216908858473-3752971061131976792?l=desktopmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3752971061131976792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31244216908858473&amp;postID=3752971061131976792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/3752971061131976792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31244216908858473/posts/default/3752971061131976792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desktopmovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-me-13-shrubberies.html' title='Bring me 13 shrubberies!'/><author><name>JD Atlanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GoE8Aa5V9Q/RlobpZvgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/35xqZvMbVPk/s72-c/8dc0eb2f815bc272f564a42728b56378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
