Monday, September 09, 2013

MacBook Air

A new computer, almost unexpectedly. It was a "roll over, roll over" situation. Our internet could use a password, but the six-year-old PC Keith's using at home lost its ability to use a password a year or two ago. And now other age decrepitness... So Keith said we should get another Mac. "You get a used one?" I asked. No, you (said he to me) get a MacBook Air.

So...

Holly has my old 15" MacBook Pro and the drive isn't reading homemade CDs anymore, and won't burn a CD. $151 to fix it at the Apple store, or $50 for an external hard drive, or... Holly thought... Keith gets that one, and Holly gets my just-a-year-old 13" MacBook Pro, and I get the new one.

Long story rushed over about problems migrating Time Machine back-up yadda yadda, ended up reformatting MyPassport external hard drive, and now...
Long, long wait, so it's good I still have my soon-to-be-ex computer.

777,790 items to be backed up. S-L-O-W-L-Y it is backing itself up. My other options were to buy a new hardrive, or to reinstall the operating system and re-install everything, clicking the one box I failed to click. Yes, I read this later: "If you are replacing an old Mac with a new one, and want the new one to use the backups from the old computer, click Inherit Backup."


It's green.

Well, it has a green hard shell on it kind of like a phone cover, so the apple shines out bluish green, which is pretty sweet.


P.S. two days later: That was not right. Another long session with a help guy (and his co-workers helping him) and Time Machine backed the whole thing up in two hours.

So... the review of a new MacBook Air. It turns on very quickly. I like the keyboard action. It's light, to hold in the bed, and easy to fold up and set aside with one hand. Easier to carry. But webpages load s--l---o----w-----l---------y and it will take some getting used to. It will give me time to practice patience, and gratitude, and breathing, and filing my nails, feeding the birds. Seriously slow, like five or six seconds to load a page that used to take half a second.

Miss Gonzales used to say (my 4th grade teacher) that when we grew up, people would complain about having to push a button. Yeah. FOUR SECONDS. Maybe longer. But I think as I gather more cached images and cookies it will go more quickly. By the time I'm sure, I'll have forgotten how quickly the old computer went.
And maybe I'll forget, how nice he was to me...

Or maybe Google Chrome will help, and maybe there will be an upgrade to make it as fast as a real Mac. ♫ Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow...

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Little stool in history, and one at my house


http://www.antique-chinese-furniture.com/blog/2010/10/23/chinese-furniture-in-bw-historical-perspectives-from-old-china/  and that linked to this, with two other examples:  http://www.antique-chinese-furniture.com/blog/2010/10/17/what-is-it-a-chinese-wooden-barbers-stool-from-days-past/

This came from a gardening catalog a few years ago, but I can't remember which one.  Mine's not as strong as that barber's stool and only has one compartment, but they both have a little handle cut in the top.




Later additions:

https://greenmagpieco.uk/collections/frontpage/products/chinese-barber-stool
"This antique stool dates back to the early 1900s. It belonged to a barber and would have been carried to work suspended from a Bamboo pole. The small drawers and secret compartment contained the tools of his trade. His customer would have sat on the stool to have his hair cut, ponytail oiled of face shaven and then they paid through the slot on the top. It now serves as a beautiful ornate piece of storage for your home.
Base L=41cm W=28cm
Top L=51cm W=11.5cm
H=43cm"

and https://www.ebay.com/itm/Chinese-barber-stool-antique-circa-1900-/322475634826

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Holly in a Spoon


Marta found this on facebook, where I had left a note to add it to my mirror-photos page. I haven't done that yet, but here's a good place to save it.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Apple Pancakes

This is so Destiny can find the recipe, and so I can use this and not need to get the book out.
1½  cups flour
1     TBSbaking powder
¾    tsp salt
⅛    tsp nutmeg

¾    cup milk
1    cup applesauce
2    TBS sugar
2    TBS butter, melted

2    eggs, beaten
Mix first four ingredients together in the bigger bowl.




In another bowl, combine milk, applesauce, sugar and butter.




Add beaten eggs.

Add liquid mixture to flour mixture just until moistened.

adapted from Applehood & Motherpie, Junior League of Rochester, 1981—a book I got as a wedding gift

Friday, August 23, 2013

Notes to myself

I need some photos from this summer.  So I went into my computer bag and pulled out all the notes I had, and flyers and ticket stubs.    About 100 pieces of paper.  Ten or so are in a pile to save, some to laminate.   About 20 are in the trash.  The rest are in four piles.

I don't know exactly what I meant when I wrote
Gerard David
Christ nailed to the cross
(the dog)
but Gerard David is a painter I've mentioned on my website because of a basket he had, and I saw some of his paintings in the National Gallery in London.  Apparently one has a dog I'd like to see again.

On the other side it says
chicken & leek pie
salmon in lemon butter
sausage and mash
I think I was trying to decide what to have for lunch.
Portrait of Monsignor Agucchi
folded letter
That's something I wanted to show Wendy Neathery-Wise.  Another painting.

By writing this here, I might be able to look them up sometime.  I can throw these bits of paper away.
I might bring images too, later, but right now Kirby's uploading a game and so I'm limited to words.  


Sunday, August 18, 2013

Maslow's Hierarchy updated

Yesterday, I was working on webpages and thinking I really did need to put something on my Maslow page, and this morning Jude Murphy had this on her facebook page.  It led back to Brian Millar, who sent it via mobile, so he might've seen it somewhere else.  Both of them live in the UK.




Friday, August 02, 2013

Unpleasant business; sorry

I've known since 2006 that Dayna Martin was using my name for her benefit. I've known since early 2007 that she was dishonest. I warned a few people and went about my business.

Sometimes problems flared up, I wasn't involved, I ignored it and kept doing my own volunteer work, as I have done since before Dayna ever had children, since before she had a husband.

For years I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Time passed and there were more incidents. Sometimes it seemed that Joe and Dayna were trying to call me out, using my name to compare Dayna to, insulting me to others, making untrue claims (twice resulting in conferences flying their family across oceans, in part, I have heard, because Dayna said it was customary, and people did that for me and my family).

I kept doing what I had always been doing, hoping Dayna would eventually reveal her flaws in public, and others would say "She's dishonest," so that it wouldn't be just me saying it.

That time has come.

July 28, 2013, Someone wrote to me:

I had red flags about them that I let slide for a time, but I finally realized that she was a fraud after the conference where I met you. You said she plagiarizes all the time. And, you are one of the best at making sure that something that is said is attributed correctly. And, I tagged her in a post on Whole Life Unschooling and said that she should respond. She said that she was tired and needed to go to bed and that she would respond in the morning. She never did. You would not do that. It really seemed to me at that point that she was just trying to maintain an image, but not really interested in investing any energy.

10:39am Sandra Dodd I don't think she has it in her to give real help. She's a big picture of help and "support." She's wearing a costume of help and support.
When problems with Dayna got so bad that people were willing to share them in public, dozens of others came out, and I began to take notes, to add to the things I had already known. I set up a facebook page called "Clearinghouse, temporary." I didn't make it a closed group. It's like a storefront with big glass windows where anyone can read. I was not being sneaky. I asked questions and people brought answers. I expected accounts of some fraud and some dishonesty, but people brought more, and worse. I plan to use it to set up a timeline with annotations and links, when available. Joe and Dayna delete a great deal of what they write. I will save details and more lengthy accounts in non-public places, in case things flare up again someday. The beginning of my collection, still sketchy as I write this, is here:
http://sandradodd.com/problems/daynamartin/

I began this post on Sunday, July 28. It's nearly the end of the week, and the influx of disparaties, twists, turns and fabrications stuns me. There is much more than I imagined there could possibly be, and the flow of reports hasn't stopped.

I fully expect that there will be a campaign of threats and lies, because that's what Dayna and her husband have delivered to many of their former friends. I am not a former friend; I was wary from the start, when my name was used before I had ever heard of her. But I was also willing to give her a chance to be better and to do better.

This is my reply to an apology, of sorts, from someone surprised both by the revelations about Dayna, and about my responses:
-=-although I'm keen to be a kind and compassionate person to all, some are clearly more deserving of that than others. And sometimes what appears to be bullying, is merely folks trying to protect others from someone who is either devious or who simply is not to be trusted.-=-
When people who want to be fair are taken in by someone like Dayna (or a televangelist, or gang leader) they think they are fighting injustice by being loyal to this poor misunderstood saintly person who has done no wrong, and is being persecuted because others are jealous (or whatever). The problem is, though, the central figure in their club/cult uses all their numbers and influence to cause more havoc, and then thanks them sweetly. Gives them gifts.
I've received several apologies from people who defended Dayna, or covered for her, or who had badmouthed me to please Dayna or Joe.

Wednesday, July 31, Joe posted this:

ok this has gone on long enough. All you mean ass bullying ass woman, mothers, leave my fuckin wife and family alone. You call yourselves advocates for family. Your all evil and cold. Nothing more. (make sure you screen capture that)
My response to that, on the Clearinghouse discussion:

I have endured seven years of plagiarism and lies. He can't endure four or five days of questions and truth?

I'm starting to believe this:

Joe and Dayna are not living life. They are playing life like a game in which other people are pawns, cardboard cutouts, targets and obstacles.

If they were living a rich, unschooling life, they would be home with their children, learning. They would focus in, on their relationships and togetherness, instead of out, to other continents, other years, other people's money, reality tv shows and fame.