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It was over a year ago when my editor for the Frommer's Europe by Rail book told me to stay close to my e-mail while on my winter vacation. She had anticipated signing up her authors for the next edition. When my winter break was over followed by my spring break, I finally sent off an e-mail asking "Que pasa?"
Each book has a different editor, so I get a chance to work with different people making this a rewarding job.
Seriously, I am not trying to do a bad Martin Luther King impression; last night or early this morning, I had a dream. All that I remember of the dream was that there were three disks, like DVDs twirling in concentric circles while partially overlapping each other. The left disk was a blueberry blue, the middle was the pear green, and the right one was rhubarb red.
When I woke, I knew this dream could only mean one of two things. Either there was some message here relating to the sound card problem with the laptop or my unconscious mind was telling me I needed to add more fruit to my diet.
By way of process of elimination, while drinking the first cup of coffee, I booted up the laptop, had a bowl of blackberries for breakfast, and then proceeded to download the drivers once again.
The nVidia driver showed a message that said "Damn fool, how many times do we have to tell you that you have the latest driver your butt is going to get? Now stop wasting our time with this nonsense."
However, the Realtek took pity on me, downloaded, but when I went to install it, something new and different happened. It installed. After a reboot, I had sound. I could hear, I could hear! It was a miracle. I could hear.
Posted by Anonymous at 3:59 PM
Labels: drivers, laptop, Martin Luther King, Nvidia, Sound card, Unconscious mind
I need some HELP!!!! One of my students was kind enough to go with me to where I bought my school laptop to have more RAM and drive space added. Since I bought it there, the service was free. I have Windows 7 Professional and wanted to put it on the laptop, which I intended to install myself.
Posted by Anonymous at 3:41 PM
Labels: choke, Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, literature, Lullaby (novel)
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Labels: Augusten Burroughs, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking, Child Protective Services, Last Suppers, Malcolm Gladwell, Running With Scissors, The Glass Castle: A Memoir
Some of the things that I miss most about the US are Italian sausage and bagels. Being from the NJ share city of Long Branch, where the population when I was growing up was 40% Jewish and 40% Italian, I know the quality of both foods intimately. Ron brought me back a dozen bagels and two pounds of sausage from IOWA. Would you believe it? IOWA? I think he said he had to look for both in the foreign food section.
What he has learned to do is deep freeze the sausage and then pack it well in his checked luggage. About six of the sausage were defrosted: three hot and three sweet. Those I cooked right away and threw the rest into the freezer. I did the same thing last year, but there was a twist last year. His luggage was lost for a day after Ron got home. Still, I ate the defrosted sausage and lived to tell about it.
The bagels were bought the day he left, so they were still fresh. I slice them and freeze them here. The sausage were tasty and close to real Italian sausage, but needed a bit more spice inside. The bagels were surprisingly good; they are much better quality than we can get here.
It has been longer than two weeks now that a very long time friend went into the acute care hospital. He still is not out. Thankfully, he had the wherewithal to give the e-mail addresses of friends to his brother, who has been keeping us updated.
I met Rick when I was fourteen. There are things in life that I especially appreciate because he exposed me to them. My love of architecture stems from his showing me photos of ancient Roman and Greek ruins while explaining the styles. I would never had heard of or learned to love the music of Edith Piaf if it were not for him. Musically, I also fell in love with Ed Ames' crooning those songs of a romantic. Rick taught me the difference between cameos and intaglios, while at the same time introducing me to Florentine needlepoint or bargello as it sometimes called, which years later, contributed to my Associate of Arts degree in Fine Arts. Because of him, I found that the combination of martinis and liver pate make me deathly ill. Most importantly, I learned without his teaching me that if I am honest about who I am with everyone, no one can blackmail me, as he was in his youth.
When I was still living in NJ, our weekly routine was to pick Rick up and go grocery shopping. It was a ritual, but there were other diversions we shared: gay activist meetings, dinner parties, traveling locally. I provided the transport, he the company.
When I moved to CA, I would call him on occasion, but then in his elder years, he bought a computer. This literally opened a new world to him as he now has friends in Florida, the west, and South Africa. I am sure there are even more that I am not aware of.
When he was admitted to the hospital this last time, he had just returned from a grocery shopping trip provided by his senior housing apartment. He felt ill and they called 911. The diagnosis this time is lung cancer. Rick has had cancer in the past, has an colostomy, but has not refrained from smoking all of these years. In December last, he turned 84 years old. From this hospitalization, it is looking very unlikely he will return home again. The doctors are saying he will need skilled nursing care. Losing his independence will be the end of him. Without his privacy, what he values more than anything in the world, he will wither away.
I have had the pleasure and the honor to have had Rick in my life for over forty years. Yet, I selfishly want more for him as well as for me. I tried deciding which Ed Ames song would make a fitting tribute. Many have some lyrics that are appropriate, but others that may have been at one time, but no longer are. So, I have chosen this one.
There are some things that are inescapable. Today, I was heading to the market and passed by one of the larger wine stores, where I spotted this poster. Ernest and Julio Gallo, originated and are still based in Modesto, California where we left in 2001. I thought I had seen the last of these guys. They resurfaced. Sadly, they can get their wines exported here, yet Hungarian wineries have such difficulties getting their wines to the US. The stores I researched for the book will not even ship it due to the complexity and expense.
If you or someone you know may be interested, contact me at drryanjames@gmail.com. However, getting a Work Permit and Visa are exercises in patience, which the university offers no assistance.
Dear Ryan,
Our colleague Tamás Magyarics is about to leave us for some time to become the director of the Hungarian Institute for Foreign Affairs. This may last for several years and we are now desperately looking for someone to take over all or half of his classes for at least the coming academic year. His subjects include current US history, diplomatic history, US politics and the US Constitution. Anybody to teach 3 or 5 courses in any or some of these subjects would be welcome, provided he/she has the appropriate academic background to teach at ELTE. Teaching could be done at the BA level. No PhD is required at this point.
Please do let me know if you can think of someone so that I could help Enikő to overcome this troublesome issue.
Thanks for your help and best regards,
Tibor Frank
Just around the corner on July 13, 2010 the cost of getting or renewing a US Passport will increase.The fee for an adult passport is stated as $110.00, however, there is an additional $25.00 fee for 'processing'. Why not just say $135.00? A passport for children under 16 years old will be $105.00.
Today's chuckle is brought to you compliments of Ray Ruiz of LA Dauphine Residence des Artistes.
When the woman asks if she looks stupid, I am not sure whether that was a rhetorical question or if she was doing a reality check. Gosh lady, now that I take a second look...
The old adage "Rules are meant to be broken" should not apply to major corporations, especially the airlines. They are making aviation history with the nickel and dime charges they seemingly conjure up on the spot when you are standing before them to check in. Before you ever set foot on a plane, you should be armed with information you may need to demand your rights.
Posted by Anonymous at 6:30 PM
Labels: Airline, EU261, European Union, Law, Multilateral, United States