I'm looking forward to having full Internet service again. The place I'm living and working is pretty awesome but the "watch guard Proxy" firewall is maddening.
Its not like we couldn't run into town (McDonald's free wifi) and utilize the special services whereby we can visit Youtube channels and actually view a file a friend sends us.
I guess they figure, correctly, that we won't. At my age, we let these things go cause after work, we're tired. Its hard just getting a walk in around the parking lot for sunshine and fresh air.
Well, priorities, my friends. Youtube will have to wait. Then I'm going to overdose on streaming media, like rising from the dead.
Oh, there she is! She is answering our video comments.
My youtube channel is http://www.youtube.com/user/brawny03
Hopefully I'll get back to playing around with survival stuff. Stay tuned for news from my new job in Maine on the Appalachian Trail.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Livin' Clean, Livin' Long
You reap what you sow.
Its never been more true than when you're running for president or applying for that perfect job.
Perfect job seems like an oxymoron...perfect....JOB ? I'm talking about getting a chance to do the thing you love and actually get paid for it. When we're young, we do just about anything we're brave enough to undertake.
How many of us baby boomers recall the 70's when free love, drugs and protesting the WAR was paramount in life. Who thought we'd live to be checking out communities for possible retirement, looking for that last job that might finally bring so much satisfaction we won't even quit it, come hell or high water.
But, there's a paper trail, a digital trail and a medical trail following us. For that perfect job, there's a ton of candidates, and they're all scratchin' and clawin' for the opportunity to claim it.
Those trails following us tell prospective employers if we have good credit (proving we make sound decisions) if we've made friends or enemies along the way (how many jobs did you quit in a temper fit, how many did you give two weeks notice and leave as friends, all the bosses willing to give an excellent reference). The trail tells if you lack discretion (are you posting crap all over the internet, lewd photos, disgusting language, rants against current employers) what your hobbies and interests are.
Its amazing how history can come to haunt someone old enough to Have a History.
The way we've treated our bodies over the last three decades comes to light. Every job wants a pre employment physical screening. No problem. I pass them. But, you can be sure I keep lifting hand weights and running on the tread mill, monitoring the scales for pounds sneaking up. This getting older is not for wimps.
While I'll never run for president, I've got my perfect job lined up, and you can be sure, I'll go way above and way beyond the call of duty just to keep it. Thankfully my trail is good and you can bet I'll keep it that way.
Perfect job seems like an oxymoron...perfect....JOB ? I'm talking about getting a chance to do the thing you love and actually get paid for it. When we're young, we do just about anything we're brave enough to undertake.
How many of us baby boomers recall the 70's when free love, drugs and protesting the WAR was paramount in life. Who thought we'd live to be checking out communities for possible retirement, looking for that last job that might finally bring so much satisfaction we won't even quit it, come hell or high water.
But, there's a paper trail, a digital trail and a medical trail following us. For that perfect job, there's a ton of candidates, and they're all scratchin' and clawin' for the opportunity to claim it.
Those trails following us tell prospective employers if we have good credit (proving we make sound decisions) if we've made friends or enemies along the way (how many jobs did you quit in a temper fit, how many did you give two weeks notice and leave as friends, all the bosses willing to give an excellent reference). The trail tells if you lack discretion (are you posting crap all over the internet, lewd photos, disgusting language, rants against current employers) what your hobbies and interests are.
Its amazing how history can come to haunt someone old enough to Have a History.
The way we've treated our bodies over the last three decades comes to light. Every job wants a pre employment physical screening. No problem. I pass them. But, you can be sure I keep lifting hand weights and running on the tread mill, monitoring the scales for pounds sneaking up. This getting older is not for wimps.
While I'll never run for president, I've got my perfect job lined up, and you can be sure, I'll go way above and way beyond the call of duty just to keep it. Thankfully my trail is good and you can bet I'll keep it that way.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Its the Tax Season (Kill Me Now)
Just drove into town from my remote work location to get the TAXES done.
There are just too many variables for me to be comfortable doing them myself. Sometimes us older folks got complications, like medical deductions, business expenses, some, hardly any, interest from savings accounts.
Sheesh, its like getting a tooth pulled that ain't quite ready to come out.
And I'm not just being a baby. Even the tax expert helping me had to call a co-worker over for help, then we worked a while and she had to call the boss for advice.
Wow! Its not like I'm illiterate either, but if taxes get much harder I think they're going to have to offer sedatives instead of coffee.
But, hey, how about this idea: let anyone who had a driver's license proving they're over 55 and don't earn more than a million bucks, get zero tax liability?
There ought to be some perk for all the wrinkles and sags we're dealing with. It's devastating enough to look in the mirror while you're getting dressed to meet the TAX Pros without having to open your bank books, earning statements and last years woes to young kids. I mean, my expert seemed like a kid.
That's what happens when you get old, I guess. She might even have had kids, but they would have been kindergarteners, at most.
Have to admit, it was gratifying when she said, "I've got this client, she's a writer, and she like, goes all over the place, so like, does she have to file a state return?"
The answer was, Yes!
There are just too many variables for me to be comfortable doing them myself. Sometimes us older folks got complications, like medical deductions, business expenses, some, hardly any, interest from savings accounts.
Sheesh, its like getting a tooth pulled that ain't quite ready to come out.
And I'm not just being a baby. Even the tax expert helping me had to call a co-worker over for help, then we worked a while and she had to call the boss for advice.
Wow! Its not like I'm illiterate either, but if taxes get much harder I think they're going to have to offer sedatives instead of coffee.
But, hey, how about this idea: let anyone who had a driver's license proving they're over 55 and don't earn more than a million bucks, get zero tax liability?
There ought to be some perk for all the wrinkles and sags we're dealing with. It's devastating enough to look in the mirror while you're getting dressed to meet the TAX Pros without having to open your bank books, earning statements and last years woes to young kids. I mean, my expert seemed like a kid.
That's what happens when you get old, I guess. She might even have had kids, but they would have been kindergarteners, at most.
Have to admit, it was gratifying when she said, "I've got this client, she's a writer, and she like, goes all over the place, so like, does she have to file a state return?"
The answer was, Yes!
Friday, January 24, 2014
Got Gear?
I went to Pawn Depot on Seventh St. in Bozeman. Its the place I used in my horror novel about being a cook up at Lake Yellowstone last winter.
I figured, lets as the guy a few questions, just for fun. "Do you buy things outright?"
"Sure," the kid replied, "Sometimes. What do you have?"
"Back country skis, some camping stuff."
He looks at me a minute, then says, "Well, we only sell the modern stuff, nothing old. No market for old gear."
I shook my head. Of course, he sees an older woman, he thinks older gear. "Backcountry, for breaking trail," I replied testily, "Just asking. Think I'll pass."
What these kids don't know is we Older Folks have the MONEY for the good stuff, and just cause we're old enough to be their moms doesn't mean we're using OLD stuff.
car
I figured, lets as the guy a few questions, just for fun. "Do you buy things outright?"
"Sure," the kid replied, "Sometimes. What do you have?"
"Back country skis, some camping stuff."
He looks at me a minute, then says, "Well, we only sell the modern stuff, nothing old. No market for old gear."
I shook my head. Of course, he sees an older woman, he thinks older gear. "Backcountry, for breaking trail," I replied testily, "Just asking. Think I'll pass."
What these kids don't know is we Older Folks have the MONEY for the good stuff, and just cause we're old enough to be their moms doesn't mean we're using OLD stuff.
car
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