Surge protectors wear out and quit, especially when they have actually worked protecting your equipment. Worse, when they quit working you don't know it. Recently I wrote an article on what to look for in surge protection.
Contemplating America - at least where we want to live after the Wife finishes her residency in 1.5 years. I'm using City-Data.com along with Remax to see what's out there. City-Data has forums where people can post about their likes and dislikes about the particular areas they live in. It's kind of fun to see the stuff written about the area you live in, as well as to learn about other areas.
I love California, but I don't like the lifestyle that goes with it. We're taking serious looks at Utah and Arizona. Right now the best bang/buck PLUS local scenery goes to Utah.
Scott, I always found Places Rated to be a useful resource for comparing cities. It's surprisingly low tech today, and screams to be converted into a Web resource; but it's still pretty good.
What I liked best was the quiz that helps you weight your personal preferences. They rate the cities based on nine different criteris; but then rather than come up with "the best" cities, their quiz lets you weight the nine criteria and evaluate the cities based on what matters to you.
And then, once you've found some cities that look interesting, they have a brief write-up of each city, including why it rated the ways that it did. That way, you can go from the coarse-grained categories into fine-grained details.
If you're contemplating a move, I think it's a great investment at $25.
Yeah, but that made me laugh. And I sure could use one of those about now.
Perhaps someone who lurks here or comments here lives in the appropriate area and has seen this puppy and can help.
I can't stand leaving anyone behind, not even one of my animals, or not doing all I can to help.
I got some friends, missionaries who live in an African nation which is once again roiling in turmoil (ain't that always the way in the dark continent). They're waiting to see what happens but I suspect they are close to being cut off already. They don't need to be identified anymore than that, but, prayers are appreciated. Although I'm a big believer in very specific and well-targeted prayers, that they are more effective, for a whole host of reasons, than just nebulous, general and non-specific prayers, I also suspect that in situations like this God can pretty much figure out what you're shooting for if you throw one out. So throw if you're so inclined and let him worry about catching.
You know, for a very long time I've kept up with all kinds of people in all kinds of professions and in all kinds of shadowed little corners around the world. And more often than not our contacts are encoded, and sporadic, and brief, and when they get surrounded or cut off, then the aid I can give them is extremely limited, maybe even non-existent. Maybe they will be forced to drop out of contact for months, or years, and I will have little idea of what has happened to them. Maybe they will never surface again. Maybe I'll just never know, one way or another. When I was younger this all seemed part of the way things worked. As I get older though it sucks more and more. The worst part is the not knowing. Hell no it ain't, the worst part is the waiting while you're not knowing. It's kinda like going around with a heart that's too fast about what you can't do, and a mind that's too slow about what you can do. And never quite getting them to match. I never have much been able to let go of the bone, and when you see a helluvah lot of em piling up around you, you kinda get sick of not being able to. Kinda sick at your gut. And you kinda stay that way.
Tonight the wife went to sing at a local prison. She sings for church groups, though she has become good enough and professional enough that some people have spoken to her about cutting some songs, and one of those church groups is a prison ministry run by the motorcyclists in a group aligned with our church. So she goes every now and then to sing to the prisoners and conduct a little prison ministry and missions effort and tonight one of the prisoners gave her a poem on the birth of Christ. I imagine he had been saving it for her visit. It was very simple, and despite a few misspellings, it wasn't half bad. Showed a good grasp of meter and rhythm. I can't find any evidence it was plagiarized and if it wasn't, then knowing a little bit about poetry myself, I have to say that the boy might have some latent talent. I hope he develops that talent, and although he'd make more money knocking over dime stores than he would slinging verse for a living, it might lead to something like song-writing, where a fella can potentially cut out a decent profit. I'm gonna see if I can't encourage the boy in some way. Maybe help get a fella turned right and out of prison for once, instead of just put in. Of course first I gotta see what he's in for and how he's doing while cutting time behind.
McK
I got my degree in San Diego, and lived there from 87-92. I also traveled alot while I was there. I just visited SoCal over Labor Day weekend. I know California well enough.
I think there are places where I would be quite comfortable. However finding the right combination of factors is tough.
McK
UCSD - Degree in PoliSci with concentration in East Asian Affairs. A long time ago I dreamed of joining the State Dept. I even past the Foreign Service exam, but washed out in the interview process.
Then parenthood came, and I realized that Life had other plans for me.
12.31.2007 11:57am
Commenting on Dean's World is a privilege, not a right. Dean is your host, you are his guest, and you should behave in that fashion. Dean is not your babysitter, nor is he your punching bag. Please remember this. In general, you are free to disagree with anyone on any subject you wish, but abusive behavior will not be tolerated.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.
The big fat lie.
This is just wrong is so many ways.
Surge protectors wear out and quit, especially when they have actually worked protecting your equipment. Worse, when they quit working you don't know it. Recently I wrote an article on what to look for in surge protection.
I love California, but I don't like the lifestyle that goes with it. We're taking serious looks at Utah and Arizona. Right now the best bang/buck PLUS local scenery goes to Utah.
What I liked best was the quiz that helps you weight your personal preferences. They rate the cities based on nine different criteris; but then rather than come up with "the best" cities, their quiz lets you weight the nine criteria and evaluate the cities based on what matters to you.
And then, once you've found some cities that look interesting, they have a brief write-up of each city, including why it rated the ways that it did. That way, you can go from the coarse-grained categories into fine-grained details.
If you're contemplating a move, I think it's a great investment at $25.
Funny, the Wife picked it up last week. We're using it.
One of the takeaways from it has been if scenery is important to you, it's better to have it locally than live near it.
No?
Dang.
Juno
Charlie Wilson's War
Terrific dialogue in both. Serious issues played lightly. Really good acting. A good use for a spare $10 or so.
Yeah, but that made me laugh. And I sure could use one of those about now.
Perhaps someone who lurks here or comments here lives in the appropriate area and has seen this puppy and can help.
I can't stand leaving anyone behind, not even one of my animals, or not doing all I can to help.
Help if You Can
I got some friends, missionaries who live in an African nation which is once again roiling in turmoil (ain't that always the way in the dark continent). They're waiting to see what happens but I suspect they are close to being cut off already. They don't need to be identified anymore than that, but, prayers are appreciated. Although I'm a big believer in very specific and well-targeted prayers, that they are more effective, for a whole host of reasons, than just nebulous, general and non-specific prayers, I also suspect that in situations like this God can pretty much figure out what you're shooting for if you throw one out. So throw if you're so inclined and let him worry about catching.
You know, for a very long time I've kept up with all kinds of people in all kinds of professions and in all kinds of shadowed little corners around the world. And more often than not our contacts are encoded, and sporadic, and brief, and when they get surrounded or cut off, then the aid I can give them is extremely limited, maybe even non-existent. Maybe they will be forced to drop out of contact for months, or years, and I will have little idea of what has happened to them. Maybe they will never surface again. Maybe I'll just never know, one way or another. When I was younger this all seemed part of the way things worked. As I get older though it sucks more and more. The worst part is the not knowing. Hell no it ain't, the worst part is the waiting while you're not knowing. It's kinda like going around with a heart that's too fast about what you can't do, and a mind that's too slow about what you can do. And never quite getting them to match. I never have much been able to let go of the bone, and when you see a helluvah lot of em piling up around you, you kinda get sick of not being able to. Kinda sick at your gut. And you kinda stay that way.
Tonight the wife went to sing at a local prison. She sings for church groups, though she has become good enough and professional enough that some people have spoken to her about cutting some songs, and one of those church groups is a prison ministry run by the motorcyclists in a group aligned with our church. So she goes every now and then to sing to the prisoners and conduct a little prison ministry and missions effort and tonight one of the prisoners gave her a poem on the birth of Christ. I imagine he had been saving it for her visit. It was very simple, and despite a few misspellings, it wasn't half bad. Showed a good grasp of meter and rhythm. I can't find any evidence it was plagiarized and if it wasn't, then knowing a little bit about poetry myself, I have to say that the boy might have some latent talent. I hope he develops that talent, and although he'd make more money knocking over dime stores than he would slinging verse for a living, it might lead to something like song-writing, where a fella can potentially cut out a decent profit. I'm gonna see if I can't encourage the boy in some way. Maybe help get a fella turned right and out of prison for once, instead of just put in. Of course first I gotta see what he's in for and how he's doing while cutting time behind.
Here are my best and most useful Links:
My Best Links of the Past Week
Do please stay back east, California doesn't need your types, well, that is, if in fact city-data dot
who knows what California is really all about.
Then, again, flatlanders in flyover country do hold the trump cards.
Try Salt Lake City, you'll love it in Provo.
A few forgotten links,
Here,
Here
and
Here.
I got my degree in San Diego, and lived there from 87-92. I also traveled alot while I was there. I just visited SoCal over Labor Day weekend. I know California well enough.
I think there are places where I would be quite comfortable. However finding the right combination of factors is tough.
UCSD - Degree in PoliSci with concentration in East Asian Affairs. A long time ago I dreamed of joining the State Dept. I even past the Foreign Service exam, but washed out in the interview process.
Then parenthood came, and I realized that Life had other plans for me.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.