Creek Jots 2011-11-03
â–¶ Home Alone: Let the wild rumpus begin. Wife is off to south Alabama for a week, to a high school reunion and whatever rumpusing opportunities that might offer, while Tsuga and I try (not too hard, mind you) to stay out of trouble. Heck, I’m not even sure I’d remember how to get into it should the notion strike me. Ah well. Sowed oats, long since mowed, mulched and making the soil of a settled life.
â–¶ Oh Snap! I’ve had to go back to using Dragon Dictate for much of my text entry and to wearing the wrist splint on my (unimproved) right hand because of the thumb-related pain. This is the first escalation of this level of pain since the successful left thumb reconstruction on April 1. Soon I’ll have to decide between amputation, bionic replacement, routine surgery on the right, or more years of whining.
â–¶ Upcoming: TONIGHT ~ Dirt the Movie at the Floyd Country Store at 7. I’ve seen the movie and look forward to the panel discussion afterwards. â–¶ Saturday, the FLoyd Country Store Radio Show at 7pm. You can listen live. I’ll be reading something, not yet decided, but something appropriately seasonal. â–¶ Thursday 10 Nov at 10am, Moneta Library, I’ll be doing a new program in which the “how” of digital landscape and nature photography is the focus, so to speak. This meeting is open to the public. I’ll have books and notecards for sale. There are 34 business days before Christmas. I’m just sayin’…
â–¶ On the Geek Front, I’ve been using Asana Task Management web app (in a stand-alone Fluid app on the Mac) less than a day, but thinking this might take the place of a few other apps I have used for outlining and prioritizing to-do lists. It is now free, and my guess is that it is here to stay. Check it out.
â–¶ The first attempt at using the Tagg Pet Tracker failed, and I got a replacement unit yesterday. It also brought me to the OOPS! screen saying the activation had failed (again) and I’m about to reach the conclusion that our GPS reception just won’t cut it here. The pity. I was looking forward to worry-free dog roaming (since roaming is, according to one of us, an inalienable right–to life, liberty, and the pursuit of carrion.)