Moment's rest

 This is a guy I came across last month, resting on what looked like a collapsed bouncy-thing.

I thought he was gorgeous.

 

 

 

ID me

I noticed this the other morning:

Any idea what it is? 

I mean, my guess is a nest. But is it mammal (squirrel), avian (bird) or insect (wasp)?

 

 

 

Cross communication

Had several interviews last week, which in itself is odd, it being Thanksgiving, with a maximum of three working days for most people in the US. But it got…odder.

We were toddling along fine; I told him about my experience, he told me about the opportunity and the company. Then he said, “Okay, I’ve some logistics to get out of the way.”

Well, I thought that was a segue to the question of compensation, but no.

Recruiter: This job requires reporting into one of our US offices, either Tampa or Salt Lake City. Are you okay with relocation, and if so, to which?

Me:

Recruiter: I thought I mentioned that in my email…?

Me:

(He had not. It would have kinda stood out if he had.)

So, that was a hard stop.

I hesitated on whether I should point out an error on their website, but what the hell—I wasn’t getting the job anyhow, so I sent him a reply to his initial email (which did not mention the relocation thing) and directed him to the solutions page, where three inches of text separated a repetition of the same statistics, but with one number changed.

It’s not clear to me why you’d repeat this data on the same page, but if you’re going to do that, you should not say that the decrease in alert triage and response times is 58% in one instance and in the other it’s 52%.

As of yesterday, they hadn’t fixed it.

 

 

 

Gratitude Monday: Joy in the hood

For the first time since the 8^th, I walked my morning circuit yesterday. It’s taken that long for me to feel able to venture out without danger of hawking up part of my lungs. Nature welcomed me by sending chipmunks, mockingbirds, crows and a hawk to greet me.

Also—maples said hi.

Plus, Friday I had my first yoga lesson in six weeks. Man, did that feel good, even if I was a bit coughy.

I’m grateful for all of it.

 

 

True simplicity

Today’s earworm honors the life and works of Rosalynn Carter, the groundbreaking wife and full partner for 77 years of our 39^th President, Jimmy Carter. She died this week at age 96.

The two of them have shown nothing but grace and humility in their long lives of public service, in office and out. Rosalynn sent eyebrows skyward and hands to pearls when she appeared at Cabinet meetings early in Jimmy’s term. They ignored the gasps of outrage. He sent her on diplomatic missions and she joined him in brokering the Camp David Accords between Anwar Sadat and Menachem Begin in 1978. She advocated for mental health and human rights and made the office of the First Lady a thing.

We have lost a formidable force for good, but she would not wish us to mourn. She—like Jimmy—knew where she was headed, and she welcomed the journey. It was one of her many gifts

So here is the Shaker hymn, “Simple Things”, performed in true simplicity by Yo-Yo Ma and Alison Krauss.

 

 

Thanks

We’re at the Big Day for gratitude here in the United States. In the world, we’re also in kind of a parlous state—two kinetic wars; natural disasters—volcanic eruptions, flooding, dangerously high temperatures, hurricanes—induced by climate change; financial markets in conniptions; global rise in fascism and authoritarianism (including here, getting a boost from our native racism, misogyny and evangelical ignorance) and religious bigotry; food insecurity for millions in every country on earth (with the possible exception of Switzerland; they don’t let that kind of thing in); and a lot of other things I’ve no doubt missed.

And—of course—the turmoil at OpenAI. Because that apparently is the harbinger of some calamitous catastrophe.

What to do? What to do?

Well—be grateful for the many blessings, large and small, that get me through the day. So, in no particular order, viz:

I have pretty good health insurance, even though I’m paying a hefty premium through COBRA. Because of my first knee replacement surgery (in January), I met my deductible by April, so through the end of the year, I have no co-pays.

But I do have good doctors.

Also—those knee replacements are da bomb. On my recent trip, I walked miles and miles every day, including up and down stairs and hills in Dubrovnik and Sarajevo. I realized a few days in that I didn’t need any NSAIDS, much less anything stronger for pain. Imagine—pain free mobility!

I am not, in fact, in the middle of a kinetic war, although we all are caught in cyber wars and need to be better prepared for the attacks that come. I can go to the library, take a walk, work in the garden without fear of being targeted by a sniper. I also do not live 24/7 with the pounding of artillery, mortars and air strikes. My water, gas and electricity do not experience outages because the mains have been blown up. Grocery store shelves are pretty well stocked; supply chains are holding and we can get products from around the world.

I'm deeply grateful that our president has helped facilitate a ceasefire in Gaza. I hope that it leads to something good in that territory of misery and despair.

I have access to several library systems and so far the RWNJ Christo-fascists have not banned books in any of them. (Although it’s early days yet.) I have access to a spectrum of ideas and it’s up to me to ingest, vet and act on them wisely.

Although I am currently between gigs, I have a financial cushion. Scores of thousands who’ve been affected by 15 months of tech layoffs are not as lucky. I even have a little bit to donate to Media Matters to help them defend themselves from Elmo’s big-graveyard-full-of-my-enemies SLAPP action.

Speaking of legal affairs, so far the justice system seems to be holding up against the onslaught by Republicans at all levels. SCOTUS needs a good cleansing and there are all those appointees made by the Kleptocrat when he was in office, but with some notable exceptions, progress is being made in the prosecution of those who’ve tried to overthrow the government in the past three years. I worry about what happens in the next presidential election, but so far Gen Z gives me hope that we may be okay.

Also—God bless Taylor Swift.

Without a doubt, there is so much that’s wrong in this world, in this country and in our lives. So it’s a good thing that we take some time to celebrate the things that are right and good. I wish that 

And thus I’m also grateful for this season’s colors.

 

 

As God is my witness

In anticipation of the holiday tomorrow, I give you the most iconic Thanksgiving television show episode ever.

You’re welcome.

 

 

Old world hospitality

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I was going to have a word with Amex when I got home about my accommodation in Dubrovnik. It’s the one time in years and years of using their travel service that the delta was so huge between what was promised in their listing and the booking confirmation and what I actually experienced.

Not to put too fine a point upon it, the whole thing pissed me off.

So last Wednesday I gave them a ringy-dingy, because I’d worked up a narrative with photos documenting my issues and I wanted an email address to send it to. Turns out Amex doesn’t do emails. It took me a while to get to the right place (which is Vendor Disputes, if you’re asking). Before I got there, I was on the line with Amex Travel for some time, as the agent listened to my story and then tried to contact Dubrovnik Old Town Apartments. She had no more luck than I did while I was there, so she connected me with Larry in Vendor Disputes. He also took down the broad strokes of my complaint and outlined the process (they investigate, get the vendor’s input, make a decision). What I wanted was a refund of the money I paid Dubrovnik Old Town Apartments.

Late Wednesday I received a couple of emails from Amex, which seem to indicate that they’ve accepted my complaint and that Amex Travel credited my account with the money.

Well, I’m feeling a bit like Sheriff Obie, sitting in the courtroom with his eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one is, and watching the judge come in with his seeing-eye dog. (Children—if you do not get the reference, go here.) I had all my corroborating evidence lined up and Amex didn’t even want it. So I’m going to share it with you. Viz:

Based largely on the description on the Amex Travel site, I booked a stay at Dubrovnik Old Town Apartments, 24-27 October. It’s described as a bed & breakfast, with photos depicting sunny, open accommodations.

This is the description of their cleaning practices:

This is the description of accessibility:

And here’s how my room was described in the booking confirmation—note “ground floor”:

I knew it was not a hotel, but I expected it to be a professional operation; it was listed on the Amex site. However, the property address itself, 12 Zamanjina ul, is a vestibule. It is unstaffed. When you arrive there, you’re expected to call the manager, who called himself “Ante”, so he can sort you out. (Although I do not know how I was supposed to know that, since it’s not mentioned on their site, on the AMEX site or in my booking confirmation.) Aside from the first contact, he was completely unresponsive.

The “ground floor” room I was given was at the top of these 14 stairs:

I would not characterize that as “ground floor”. Moreover, these stairs were, in turn, located next to the metal chair in this photograph; meaning—up scores of steps (without banister) from actual “ground” level.

That would not be part of my definition of “accessible”.

However, my major issue with the room was the bathroom, and specifically the shower, which had black mold on multiple surfaces:

Moreover, the bath rug had clearly not been vacuumed or even shaken out:

(Which I get: you'd have to haul a vacuum cleaner up and down those stairs to clean this.)

I contacted Ante about this and got exactly zero response:

Given the delta between what I expected (based on the Amex listing) and what I received, I’d like you to refund the money I paid for my stay there.

According to Amex's latest email, I got the credit, although Ante has until January to respond. I just wish they'd remove the provider from their listings.

 

 

 

Gratitude Monday: recovery

Okay, at the nearly two-week mark, I believe the tide has turned on this bout of plague. For the first time since it started, my signal for waking up was not 37 seconds of coughing. I don’t have coughing-induced headaches. I can draw in breath without hawking up a good chunk of my pulmonary system. Like Twitter advertisers, I have paused the production of snot.

And this is my gratitude today.

 

 

 

Streptococci lurk

As I’ve mentioned, my flight back from Paris last week was a damned plague ship. So of course I’ve been sick ever since. My capacity for manufacturing snot is really impressive, but it’s the cough that’s killing me. I have a history with coughs, so I’ve been trying to tame this sucker for days.

I made an appointment yesterday with my primary care doc for a telehealth visit, because all I wanted was a prescription for cough medicine with codeine, which is the only thing that’s ever killed my coughs. Well, according to her, codeine is out of fashion and pharmacies don’t even stock it. But she wanted me to come in anyhow so she could listen to my lungs; she was concerned about the prospect of pneumonia. So I went in.

Got tested for flu and COVID (both negative); lungs are fine, although it’s hard to “breathe deep” when doing so triggers a coughing fit. She gave me prescriptions for benzonatate and albuterol and advised otherwise to rest and drink plenty of fluids.

(For the record, I’ve already gone through a gallon of various juices since Monday.)

Anyway—all this is by way of explaining today’s earworm: Vivian Blaine singing “Adelaide’s Lament” from Guys & Dolls.

Obviously, a poisen has developed a cold.