C.J. Cherryh's Blog, page 174
August 18, 2010
a security issue with some domains…if you ARE from these domains…
…notify me by e-mail.
A screenname that cannot be pronounced plus a registration from certain domains will get your account deleted by our security system—me.
The generic domain .info is now on the radar as repeatedly producing this sort of spam-attempt registration without a single detectable bona fide registration. I am deleting all .info accounts. Also on the no-fly list are: .ru, .pl, .kz, and .ng.
If you are accidentally caught in this deletion, you can still read these posts: so if you ...
August 17, 2010
Refrigerator died….(solemn music)…which is a bad thing when you're on Atkins.
We're cooking everything we can. We have a tiny freezer and two ice-chests, so we're putting things there.
For our fridge think not of a fridge with a six-pack of beer and a half packet of weiners. Nay! A) I'm a food-hoarder when it comes to ice boxes. I stuff the thing with everything that it will hold, and have probably 20 bottles of salad dressing. I don't even like salads. And B) I'm a cook. I love to cook. On Atkins, all I get to cook is meat. Guess what the fridge is/was full of.
I hied ...
August 16, 2010
The historical book discussion is doing so well…recommend your favorites…
What are some really good historicals you've read? Alltime favorites and new ones alike.
In the interest of prolonging interesting discussions…
…I've limited the number of comments per display, so you will have older pages as 1, 2, etc. I hope this will help navigation. The old number before a new page was 50, so it was a long, long scroll!
August 14, 2010
Mt St Helens — not a new eruption: an ash plume…
carried aloft by unusual winds. Downwind ash warnings across Washington state.
Apparently gale-force winds have lofted a plume of old ash from St. Helens, from the crater region. Neighboring towns are being warned, but not, as originally thought, a new eruption. The seismographs are quiet.
We spent the evening sitting under the stars…
…Jane thinks she saw one of the Perseids, and her brother and I spotted 2 satellites and a high-flying airplane…
Perfect temperatures, clear night by the pond, with the waterfall sound, and the memorial stone lantern lit. We sat out there all evening, discovering a new virtue of our patio chairs: you can rest your head on them as you look up.
August 13, 2010
The perspective of history…or why things are pretty good…
Musings on hearing somebody with problems (on telly) bemoaning 'the world we live in' as a dark and terrible place…
Actually, much brighter than it's ever been. 1) We now have national borders that have one helpful use: they advise people where the expected manners change, they make it clear that invasions are not welcome in our little cabbage patch or suburban plot, and in general they attempt to keep pests and problems out. 2) Exposure of nasty little situations doesn't mean the whole world ...
Jane's brother has dropped by to visit…
…glorious weather for it. They're off doing brother-sister things, and trying to figure what to do about some of the family tapes in the aforementioned near-disaster.
Meanwhile Jane has given me the new little camera and I'm very happy with it. My closeup vision is so rotten I have to do things by feel (or put the hated glasses on, which, in photography, is not always a good thing—it's a long story, but due to a torque in my astigmatism, they'd have to go into the 6th dimension to grind...
August 11, 2010
Things are much better now…
We have a stack of stuff with lots of paper towels inserted. About 5 rolls.
We have photos drying. And a dehumidifier going.
We have the misdirected sprinkler head re-aimed.
We will caulk the window before fall rains.
And (the day's original project) we stripped down the faithful Mantis, changed the air filter (black with crud) and the wormgear gasket, plus added approved grease-gunk-in-a-tube to the worm gear well (the little slot for the cogs that drive the tiller tines round and round)...
Misery! Jane's family papers, diaries, photos, of which there is no copy in the universe…
…were sitting safe in the securest corner of our basement.
Until we let one sprinkler hit a window. Which apparently needs caulk.
I am taking a break right now: my aching back—we are doing an Arno Flood style rescue of soaked diaries and photo albums. A corner of our basement is wet; and we are talking about historic photos—from a relative serving the US military in and out of Germany back in the 1930′s. Things like submarine drydocks, now-lost ships under way…just amazing things. Not to...
