Disarranging Mine

Friday, August 02, 2002

Doin' the Friday Five thing, again:

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from? Scotland, Sweden, Germany, and a part of Prussia which is now part of Germany (I think).

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit? Germany, probably. Or maybe Sweden. Scotland, definitely.

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why? Gee, that's a toughie. If I went to Scotland, I wouldn't want to come back home.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage? Not really, no.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)? That's another toughie and I'm not really sure. Most of us have been here since the 1700's.
8:37 PM | LMC | link

Desperation comes in many forms. For me, it always seems to be rooted in money. I've heard it said that desperate times require desperate measures. Or something like that. I don't think that's necessarily true.

Having lived on the edge of poverty for too many years, I know what desperation is. Like spending every penny of your paycheck to just get by, and finding at the end of the day, there are still needs to be met.

About eight or nine years ago when those payday loan businesses started popping up all over the place, I had the idea that might be a short term solution to a little problem I was having. I needed to get my hands on $25.00 like right away. For what, I can no longer recall. In a moment of desperation, I called a payday loan place to inquire what interest rate they charged. I figured, what's the most it can be? Twelve percent, twenty, twenty-four? The person on the other end of the line replied that they don't charge interest. They charge a fee. Ahh. I can't recall exactly what the fee was, but it was massively exorbitant. Realizing I wasn't as desperate as I originally thought, I hung up the phone and never called back.

Now, today, I met someone who took out one of those types of loans for a term of three months to the tune of just under a thousand dollars and used her vehicle as security. She showed me the loan agreement. It looked like any standard loan contract you might get from any legitimate bank. There was one major difference, though. The stated interest rate was 300 percent. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond her control, she got behind on the payments. And, now, she's living a nightmare.

Desperation begets desperation.
12:04 AM | LMC | link

Thursday, August 01, 2002

Things are happening, but lately a feeling of inhibition has set in. I can't write. Not that I could ever really write to begin with. I'm seriously considering taking a writing course. The only holdback I can think of is that it might spoil my style. <snicker>

11:40 PM | LMC | link

Wednesday, July 31, 2002

From the proof that you can sell anything on eBay department:
Brooklyn Bridge sells for $10,000
* 300 Tampax tampons sell for $20.51 plus shipping

8:02 PM | LMC | link

Tuesday, July 30, 2002

The little system I set up for handling lengthy entries is cumbersome.

9:45 PM | LMC | link

Follow-up to yesterday's Monday Mission.

Something Was Out There... and I saw It

I have seen something inexplicable. I'm still looking for the answer to this. Or maybe just a logical explanation. It was mid-spring, 1980. Saturday evening. Dusk. Central Illinois. Farm country. Some of the richest black dirt you'll find anywhere. Fields planted? Not sure. Black dirt tilled and fully exposed.

Driving home from my friend's wedding. It was a quaint little country wedding in a small-town church. It was also non-alcoholic. So, you can rest assured I was totally sober. I left the reception early. I was alone. ...continued ...
9:43 PM | LMC | link

Site of the day -- Tub Cat.

9:28 PM | LMC | link

Monday, July 29, 2002

My second Monday Mission, because I can think of nothing else at this time, and because I wanted to take this opportunity to note that I incorrectly named the continuation file of this morning's post. However, in my own defense, I should say that I actually started writing it yesterday and finished it this morning. Yeah, that's the ticket. Anyway, onward.

1. What is your favorite snack food? Does anyone you know have weird tastes in snacks? A couple:

  • O-Ke-Doke cheese popcorn — not suitable for eating while working at the computer.
  • O-Ke-Doke Corn Puffs — quite suitable for eating while working at the computer.
  • Andy Capp Hot Fries.
  • Hostess Snoballs — you know, the ones with the creme center, the devil's food cake, the marshmallow coating, and the coconut flakes. I love these.
  • Bonus snack recipe: One small handful of potato chips; A couple segments of Hershey's plain; Mix all ingredients in your mouth; Crunch up really well until you can swallow without choking; Repeat. My proclivities for certain snack foods are well known around these parts.

    2. Ever caught yourself saying "well it can't get any worse" and it does? What's the story there?
    I never say that. When you've seen it go from worse to worser, you learn to never say that.

    3. I have a super-short attention span, and it always was my downfall in school, especially math class. What's your attention span like and how has it served you?
    What was the question?

    4. Do you believe in the existence of extra-terrestrials?
    As yet, I haven't concluded one way or another. In 1980 I witnessed something which has never been sufficiently explained. It could have been an extra-terrestrial.

    5. What do you think of the whole "crop circles" phenomenon?
    Having never actually seen one, I can't really say. However, from the photos I've seen, I would guess them to be caused by pranksters of the human variety. Right? What?

    6. Ever had a time where you begin visiting with someone you don't know all that well and just find you "click" like long lost pals? Tell me about how that came to happen, and who was it? What kind of things do you have in common?
    Not really. I've clicked with a lot of people, but not to the long lost pals extent. That takes time.

    7. When I was at the cemetery a few weeks ago, I began to recall my Dad's funeral so many years ago. It is so vivid, sitting there in the family room as his friends passed by and paid their respects, the music, his face, the tears. What funeral do you remember most vividly?
    My dad's.

    BONUS: How can I forget you, girl? ..........
    7:02 PM | LMC | link

    All right! It looks like my attempt to find a way to handle long posts might just work. Trying to decide if I can get by with just a link back to the main page, or if I should include a link back to the originating post.

    7:11 AM | LMC | link

    Me and Charlie Bane

    When I went to work as a legal secretary at the Chicago law firm of Isham, Lincoln & Beale, Charles Bane was the senior partner. The year was 1979.

    How I got the job is only a little remarkable. I was visiting Chicago with a friend. When I learned I was going to Chicago, I decided to see if I could land a job. First I met with the assistant office manager, Joanne. She liked me enough to pass me on to the office manager. I think his name was Bob Milner. I'd like to think the reason he decided to hire me was that he was impressed with my credentials. In retrospect, though, it became apparent that he hired me because he knew he could get me for cheap. ... continued ...
    7:03 AM | LMC | link

    Sunday, July 28, 2002

    From the intolerance runs rampant in mainstream religion department. For some, this may be a complete, absolute absurdity, but not me. It was expected.

    According to an article from MSNBC and Newsweek entitled, A Lutheran minister is suspended for participating in a September 11 prayer service:

    BENKE, WHO IS ALSO president of the denomination's Atlantic Division, has been removed from all but his pastoral duties following a process that began when 21 pastors and three congregations filed complaints protesting Benke's participation in the ceremony. A letter announcing the pastor's suspension on June 25 accused Benke of having sent a message that "all religions pray to the same God." Benke filed an appeal last week, claiming he did nothing wrong.
    I watched the Yankee Stadium service on CNN that Sunday afternoon, which, at many times, brought tears to my eyes. As Pastor Benke was introduced and took the podium, I recall thinking to myself, there must be some mistake. No way is he affiliated with the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod. They would never stand for one of their ministers to participate in an event that included such a diverse array of religions.

    Such intolerance may well be the downfall of life as we know it in United States.

    Transcript of the Prayer Service at Yankee Stadium, courtesy of CNN.
    8:31 PM | LMC | link

    Blogger has some basic disadvantages compared to other CMS's, such as a built-in way to handle lengthy posts, but I'm getting used to it. Now, I'm working on devising a way to handle longer posts with a minimal of html handling.

    1:34 PM | LMC | link

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