Monthly Archives: December 2009

Best Present Ever

In 2003 I received the best christmas present ever: My first iPod. It was the first Christmas without my dad, and my mom did everything she could to do make Tony and I happy. Even though this iPod is ancient by Tech Standards, I still have it. I use it to back up my music, just in case of terribad failures.

On Christmas Eve, I received something even better–thanks to my cousins Michael and Jack. They made the family come down and watch old home movies. While a significant chunk of these movies focused on their early-teens antics, they did showcase my late parents and grandfather. This was before they were sick. Before my dad lost his voice to chemo. Before my grandfather stopped talking.

The best part: Shannon got to hear my dad make up a story on the spot, she heard my grandfather crack jokes and watch as he hide his drinking from the family AND she heard my mom care for my cousins. A true and accurate snap shot of the family I miss.

Keep your iPods, iPhones and computers. I got to hear my mom and dad again. You can’t beat that.


I agree.


90 Minutes For Beer

Tony and I are currently enroute to Racine, Wisconsin for Beer.

But Marty, you may think, aren’t there liquor stores in Chicago? Why yes, there are amazing liquor stores in chicago. I’m a member of a Binny’s, a fantastic chain in Chicago. But Binny’s does not have New Glarus beer. Binny’s does not Cran-bic, new Belgian red, Fat Squirrel or Organic Revolution. these are, by far, the greatest beers I have ever tasted.


Doing My Part for the Wacky Right

I am declaring War On Christmas. Yup. Christmas. I hate it.

Now the Wingnuts have a real target.


Thrown for a Loop

I’m a big fan of plans. I like case plans, treatment plans, plans for the weekend, plans to hang out (online, at a bar, at a show). Hell, I make plans on the way home, “First I’ll do the dishes, then I’ll get some water. I’ll play/read/write till dinner…” etc, etc.

I had planned, this month, to write up on the war, health care and a few other things. At least, that was the plan. On Monday things changed dramatically. If I could write it all up, I would, but I value confidentiality more than I value a good blog post. Confidentiality is only one part of this equation. Respect for the others involved is the other.

While I have decided to stop beating myself up over this–as this particular change was not my fault–it is going to take some time before I’m back on my game. While I plan on getting back into the swing of things by reading up on the war, health care and Woody Gutherie, it maybe some time before I completely shake this funk.


Shakesville: Discussion Thread: Explicit Lessons About Rape

What were you formally taught about rape, and where did you learn it? Who have you spoken to about rape? Did your parents ever talk to you about rape? Was the topic part of any formal sex education you got in school? Have you ever attended or instructed a seminar on rape? Was it compulsory or voluntary?

via Shakesville: Discussion Thread: Explicit Lessons About Rape.

1)  The first memory I have of learning about rape was something my dad said about a case he had.  Formally, we learned about it in health class, Sophomore year.

2)  I have hundreds, if not thousands, of hours on rape, sexual abuse and the treatment of adolescent who have demonstrated sexually aggressive behaviors.


Crap

shitty day


On The State of the Mac

27' iMac

As part of my student loan, I upgraded from my aging g5 tower to the above iMac: 27″ (i7 model). I got it two weeks ago. It is enormous, pretty and blazing fast. It also has an odd screen flicker.

I tried troubleshooting it on my own–but when all the recommended cures failed to work, I called Apple.

I was on hold for a total of five minutes. By the end of my call, was directed to a specialist. Let’s call him Special K. He walked me through a few exercises and gave me a list of options:

1) Send it in, have it fixed
2) Get a new one
3) Try to bring it to a Genius at the Apple Store
4) Troubleshoot on my own a bit longer.

I went with 4. Special K thought that was a keen idea. After a few days of testing–wherein I determined that the longer the Mac was on, the more frequent the flickering became–I emailed Special K and told him what was the deal.

He called me back, on all my numbers, more than once. He also emailed me. Hell, the guy recognized my phone number when I called him back.

He gave me two options: Ship it back for repairs or get a new one. I opted for the latter. Before I knew It, I had an email with a shipping label and more directions on how the process works. When FedEx scans the old Mac, Apple ships the new one. It’s as simple as that.

This is how every customer service experience should be. It was painless. It was easy. Apple recognized that there was an issue and they are fixing it. I will be out of a Mac for about four days. I can use that time to write, read or just get to bed early. Hell, I can even check out the Java podcasts I need for my next class.

As shitty as it is to lose a computer, at least Apple is softening the blow by doing the right thing.


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