Tapping Out

Well, it was bound to happen. I’m back on Facebook. I lasted about a half hour shy of eleven days and went probably a lot farther in my holdout then many could.

I hoped it would go a month, or get up to April 1st before I came back. But c’est le vie.

I know you all say Facebook will last forever, that it will never go away. I think they said that about MySpace about a decade ago. Guess what wound up happening?

And so, I’ll just chalk this up as training for the day Facebook does go away. It is kind of like that Hotel California song The Eagles sang back in the 70’s – you can check out anytime you like, but you never wind up leaving.


Burning Daylight


Looking west at the sun setting from just outside my then job in Clearwater, FL, November 3, 2015.

We are once again at that point of the year where clocks get shifted in most of the United States. Parts of Arizona and all of Hawaii doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time, and now my state of Florida is following suit with a similar design to forego the twice-yearly resetting of clocks an hour, “springing forward” in March, “falling back” in November.

A footnote, if I may. Doing a brief study of the various stories about this article the past couple of days, one thing I’m seeing these news outlets NOT doing is telling the public when the law would be enacted. (Answer: this year, on July 1, 2018.) I took journalism in high school – did terrible at it by the way, mainly because I took the course as a freshman and really didn’t have a grasp of what journalism was at that age. Anyway, one of the things I was taught way back in 1985 is that who, when, where, what, why, and how are the questions EVERY story should answer. Things must have changed in journalism since I took that course, I suppose – something glaringly evident to our current President.

I’ve heard a lot of argument pro and con about the abolition of standard time and the permanent use of Daylight Savings Time. In the winter months, we’ll be in the same time zone as Puerto Rico, and an hour ahead of the rest of the Eastern US. Sunrise in the winter months would be past 8:00 in the morning, but the sun would set no earlier than 6:30 at night.

Personally, I have no opinion. I’ve been through Arizona three times in my life, passing through my way to and back from Las Vegas. I don’t think it would fair of me to pre-judge how things will go, so I’ll just sit back and see what happens. What could go wrong? Not much from what I can see.



Updates And Upgrades


Yesterday, I decided it was time I updated my backup computer that had been sitting dormant for over a year.

Did I mention it takes a while to update a computer you haven’t touched for that long, adding all the Windows updates that can occur in such a time span? It can really get monotonous, taking 12 hours to perform one of these upgrades.

If there is a moral of the story, I guess it is to update your computers in a smaller time frame, maybe every three months or so. After that, perhaps the time it takes to keep a computer in top shape begins to mount, I don’t know.

On my ninth day of Facebook withdrawal, all is well still.


The Tip Jar



You don’t mind if I have some coffee?  From March 5, 2018.

One of the things I find myself wrestling with the past few months in the operation of my blogs is whether or not I should put “tip jars” on them. I’ve recently changed my mind and have put links to my Paypal on the three I sustain the most. There seemed to be in my mind a trend towards having them from what I see, so I figured I’d try it.

I don’t do these blogs for the wealth, but I felt that if anyone fancied offering, I should at least “build the bridge” to make that happen. It’s not like I’m going to accuse you of “freeloading” either – or will I be performing my best Jerry Lewis impression whenever he was on the lower end of the tote board back in his MDA telethon days.

Just thought I would mention a brief explanation here without looking like a panhandler.


From Way Downtown

It’s the first Monday of March, so we are once again nearing the time of “Madness” where 68 of the best college basketball teams in Division I converge to compete in the annual tournament to crown the NCAA champion.

One of my favorite moments of the tournament takes me back to when I was a fifth grader, back when NBC still had the rights to televise the tourney. The year was 1981 – Ronald Reagan had just been sworn in as President, and the Louisville Cardinals had won the tournament the year before against the UCLA Bruins. UCLA was the dominant force in college basketball at that time, not too far removed from the days of John Wooden and seemingly winning the championship year after year. The tournaments were smaller in that era, with only 48 teams making the cut, divided into four regions of 12 teams apiece.

On this day, they played Arkansas in a game in the round of 32. Louisville had just taken the lead with five seconds remaining by one point. Arkansas had to go the length of the court in that time, getting possession underneath their own basket.

Ulysses “U.S.” Reed was the ball handler who turned a moment of sheer panic into a moment Razorback hoops fans would never forget, and probably still haven’t forgotten.

Even the legendary Marv Albert had to raise his voice an octave or two to relay his surprise at the mid-court desperation shot finding nothing but the net. Basket good, game over, Arkansas wins by one point. (The three-point line wouldn’t be used in the tournament until 1987, six years later.)

The fifth-grade version of myself (no wait, I was in the fourth grade when this happened) was astonished, watching that moment of the game off of WFLA in Tampa. I had to think for a moment – did that shot go in? When I realized it had, I sat there bewildered. I was neither an Arkansas or a Louisville fan, but that was a considerable scene to digest.

Quite a moment. An “old school” moment for sure, but when I think of March Madness, that’s one of the first few things that pop into my mind.


Giving No Quarter


The world we live in is definitely changing – but I guess it is up to determine to all of us as individuals to determine what these changes are since the media is of no help when it comes to these matters as of late.

No, this is not meant as a commentary about how bad the Democrats are or how bad the current President is inasmuch as it is about how everything has gotten political everywhere you turn. I’m tired of needing to ask this unspoken of permission to watch a basketball game because someone might say something politically offensive – or a movie, because a certain actor I used to admire calls the President a punk and/or wants to beat him up.

The Academy Awards are tonight – whoops, can’t watch that. Some of those award winners might get political.

I’m sick of it – I avoid the news whenever I can now, because who knows whether this organization is telling me the truth or telling me just what I want to hear which probably isn’t true, but merely a ploy to get you to watch because you won’t know it’s true or not for a while. It is infiltrating everything – and unnecessarily so, to the point where nothing can be enjoyed. We are all given the choice of being acolytes for one political party or the other, and the minute you step off those reservations you’re nobody.

I miss the days of common ground, and I hope something can happen soon so we get back to those good old days.