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June 30, 2007

Powerbook Outage

Lost my Powerbook today. The guy on the phone says it's a hardware problem and I either have to go to Panama City or back to the States to have it worked on. Neither option is doable at the moment so I'm now using my 'backup' PC,' which means my fingers feel like individual retards trying to find their way on the keyboard.

Web Goddess Sheila just got me up to speed with my MT password so's I can put this out there and got me into my email panel (and of course reminded me in my hour of need I'm behind on my server bill). It will take me a while to get it together with the new system.

And so it goes.

June 24, 2007

And Back Again And The Palestinian Prediction I'll Live To Regret

It's Sunday and other than the cough I am quite a bit better today. The internet as well seems to be working just peachy and I found that I now again have access to a few of my favorite blogs that had been blocked before. The formerly unavailable Frank J. at IMAO has taken up the dual tasks of providing both a Daily John Edwards Fabulous Fact [Make up was invented in order to give women a fighting chance to defeat John Edwards in a beauty pageant.] and a Daily Fred Thompson Fact [Many say that Fred Thompson is just an urban legend made up to scare liberals, but Harry Reid claims to have seen him.]. It's important to know these things and I thank him for his service.
(Frank also provides a timely heads up to an instant classic from Iowahawk with 'The Return of Inspector Dan Rather.')

I may have missed the Dengue Fever last week by 'that much,' but I'm feeling a touch of the Primary Fever coming on as we inch closer to the next President of the United States formally declaring his candidacy. The banner's over there on the sidebar, and remember, vote early and often.

The 'surge' in Baghdad seems to be going well (militarily if not PR-wise) and is being reported on by a few choice providers, most particularly Michael Yon, also with a banner link on the sidebar. For the next year or so we are going to be hearing more about these two events than even Paris Hilton on Larry King.

But the sore spot that seems to get rubbed the moment nobody's paying attention is in the Levant, the latest iteration of course being the expulsion by force of the Fatah Party from Gaza by Hamas.

Not that I have a dog in this fight. If the people with the "make their selves go-boom" habit want to self immolate 'before' having the opportunity to take more innocents with them, I say, "go with God." But…

Before I got sick this past week the thought occurred to me that this could be the beginning of the end game for the Palestinian Territory(ies). "This." of course being the current split in the not any more occupied except by Hamas territory of Gaza.

Before the kidnappings of Israeli soldiers and the ensuing war dashed it all last year, I tasted some hope as Palestinian President Abbas was expected to come forth with some kind of referendum on recognizing Israel's right to exist. I began to think seriously about what could be possible, but having never had to actually think ahead this far before, it struck hard how difficult it was going to be to have a Single-State Palestinian solution when the 'State' exists in two geographically isolated areas. Assuming even the best of intentions of all the parties, logistics simply rears its ugly head.

Tunnels, fences, trains, special trucks and permits for commercial goods traveling the corridor inviting all sorts of mischief, all these things played themselves out in my head, and they all would have required way more cooperation and trust than exists. I could see though, that once Abbas had the official 'magic key' of recognition in his hands the money and means would rush in from the West and Israel would be forced to cooperate with damned near any crazy scheme. It would still be a nightmare but the big 'taboo' would have been broken.

The extent to which Hamas has now shown it controls Gaza didn't even enter into my fantasy scenarios, but the new nightmare now seems to offer itself as its own solution. Consider the following:

The weakness of Abbas. As Bush, the EU-nicks and everybody else in the West come to his aid, they're never going to help him retake Gaza, and Hamas isn't just going to give it back. For better or worse he and the tattered remains of Gaza's Fatah constabulary now live in the West Bank for good. He may get some more arms from other Arabs toward that end- but not out in the open- and Israel won't be forced to let him use their airspace, nor will the Egyptians. He has to make a choice. I guess that he takes his half-a-loaf for the moment in a bid for his own 'peace prize.'

If Abbas decides to go down in history as the peacemaker (so as to put Arafat in his rightful place in history as a terrorist) that leaves Egypt holding the Gaza bag. A point not so well thought out perhaps by Hamas. If I'm not totally confusing my Brotherhood connections, Michael Totten calls Hamas the "Palestinian branch of the Sunni Muslim Brotherhood," which is an officially outlawed group in Egypt, but presently tolerated for internal reasons.

But if the two groups make common cause to stir up trouble it could be the push that moves things in what is generally considered a festering Egyptian state. A move like that from Hamas wouldn't surprise me as these folks seem bent to behave 'hostage-wise' like Cleavon Little in Blazing Saddles. How the Egyptian Brotherhood responds will answer the question of how much violence occurs.

A dim or null response means Egypt will crush Hamas and Gaza become, for a certain time anyway, a de facto Egyptian province. A positive response means big problems for everyone as the Government would be forced to address its domestic Brotherhood problems. It wouldn't be pretty, and it could cause Mubarak to fall if he misses a step.

Keeping your eye on the ball in the Middle East is hard when everybody keeps shooting at it, and making any kind of prediction is a fool's game. It just appears to me that pieces have been subtly moved on the board, and Ms. Rice has been way too low-key for too long to forget about. This seemingly self-destructive move by the Palestinians could just be the thing that breaks the logjam and starts letting things sort out in a less inscrutable form.

Michael Totten has a more well informed take on recent events and how they seem to be playing with some other Arab regimes; and his 'blue eyes' banner link is always on the sidebar over there if you've read this far.

June 22, 2007

Sick Blogging

It never occurred to me that I was running myself down, but it's starting to come together today. The screen's a little blurry as I write but my head has decided to allow a little clarity of thought.

The last few days have been of the in-and-out of consciousness variety, moments of awareness interspersed with long bouts of tossing and turning in bed, alternately mewling and coughing depending on which demanded more attention, my joints and muscles or the phlegm trying to force its way out through my raw throat.

I think the neighbor gave me some antibiotics the other day, and offered a penicillin injection; but I hate needles and my gringo upbringing of not trusting civilians with strong medicine made me hesitate long enough that I may have offended. I'll ask tonight when I see her.

I've had people mention malaria and dengue, but who knows? I've certainly had enough bug bites over the past couple of months as I worked the back yard. Mosquitoes have been the least of my worries. After three days of decreasing productivity in the sun, chopping and hauling trees and branches I had finally gotten a hold of another electrician. (Two months ago I was supposed to be finished with all that, but the Central American disease of never finishing a job if it can be avoided kicked in.) I decided to work close to the house as the new guy did his thing.

I focused on the task of reclaiming some used tile, which had to be moved anyway, and I went at it with a wire brush. It seemed that each overturned tile brought something new and exciting to life, as in 'holy crap, I had no idea so many ants could exist in such a small place.' Very fast spiders, beetles of one sort or another, worms and the inevitable scorpion, which discovery added to a nightmare or two. That night at dinner in Amigos a couple of the local ex-pats added to my tale with stories of tarantulas bigger than my hand as well. (The favorite scorpion story usually involves a baby in a crib, which a local bug spray manufacturer has seen fit to amplify in one of its TV commercials.)

At the end of scraping the crap off the tile day two, I felt a tinge at the back of my throat. My landlord was also complaining of a cold. Day three and I got maybe an hour's worth of work done before I had to take to bed. I've been in and out of it since. It looks like the power is back on for the moment so I'll try and post.

Next Day:

That didn't work. The internet was/is malfunctioning but my windows are getting longer to get stuff online.

Took a shot in the ass yesterday, which flushed me and put me down for about five minutes. I got up and around a bit, managed to eat, then eventually settled in for some DVD entertainment (Angel: Season Four. Yes, I am a dweeb.) Around midnight I called it quits and tossed and turned until seven in the morning when the mini-super opened. Bought some orange juice and managed to get to sleep (sort of) around eight. Woke up at 4 in the afternoon when the electrician came to present his bill.

It's coming up on 9 PM on Friday and the buzzing in my head isn't boding well for any kind of peaceful sleep. No food to speak of today, a Coke and a bag of chips, but it's all I could get down. My throat is so raw that my two-pack a day habit has been cut in half, which is weird because when I get sick I usually smoke more. Go figure.

I probably shouldn't post this, as I'm not in my right mind at the moment and proofreading in not in the cards, but hey, it is all part of that big blog experiment, no? I can always delete when I come to my senses. I'm not proud.

June 13, 2007

Men And Anniversaries

Apparently my blog-o-versary was yesterday. We are four years old in this particular incarnation. Happy, um, whatever to me!

I only figured this out as over on the sidebar is a link to whatever blog is having one and, there I was. Has anyone figured out the gene that makes men forget dates like this?

After The Rain

Raining like hell today, and was the first day it came in through the north window- which is near where I'm sitting writing this. It's the paperwork and electronics corner and I'm glad I wasn't out somewhere when it happened. During the windy season of February the wind comes from the north through the mountain passes and light rain follows from that direction. After, in this, the rainy season, the rain comes from the south. That's about when I moved into the new(er) place.

Still all in all it doesn't seem as oppressive as San Jose's rainy season, but maybe it's just that the bloom isn't off the rose yet. Too many years of Los Angeles living has put me in the mood that the occasional rain annoyance with the 'oh my God it's raining' local news coverage that follows is standard and tolerable. It's been many years past when winter snowstorms and spring thundershowers for weeks at a time in the Northeast was a way of life.

The mornings here are glorious with blue skies and clouds rolling over bringing on the flowers and colors. I spent some time yesterday staring at the back yard imagining little walking paths for customers so inclined to wander amidst the coffee and banana plants to commune with the insects. I did that because my day worker, who showed up for two days in a row, didn't make it for the third. A Fourth of July opening is getting less a doable option every day. Oh well. Somebody's having a picnic on that day so I'll go mingle. Can't hurt.

I'm getting real close to the bottom of the pile in the back, where I found that I have a 12 1/2 meter (40 feet or so) felled tree. That's a tree. On Friday I've been promised some help trying to move it to the side of the house where it will eventually help support a new roof type thingy covering the walkway between the two buildings. The saving grace of all the yard work (besides making everything look pretty and saving the coffee plants) is that I'll be able to use a bunch of the uncovered lumber. If I can move the stuff.

Criminey, the wind has just changed to the opposite direction and the lighting and thunder has picked up dramatically. This crap's loud in the mountains. I can get the global warmening folks's mind frame sometimes, wherein the modern hippy-dippy culture has inculcated the idea of the old butterfly flapping its wings somewhere and the result of which on the other side of the world something goes down. They forget though that the butterfly would be smashed to pieces out in a storm like this. Mother nature is no retiring wallflower. Not to mention the ants. Did I ever mention I hate ants?

Wow, that was interesting. The noise from the rain died down and I heard some yelling going on outside. The 'new' road they installed with its drainage problems became a drainage problem again.


That would be my landlady's mini-super on the receiving end of just not-well-thought-out municipal planning.

That's her and her Dad. Why is she smiling? Because she gets to bitch and moan again at the Mayor and say 'I told you so' and make them clean up the mess and pay for it. It's the little victories that make life worth living.

Not too much to clean up.

And Luis has it all under control.

The City has arrived to dig out the ditch a bit more.

Here's a boring little Quicktime movie for those of you with bandwidth and nothing else to do.



One of those things I've noticed in Central America is the 'blue pant suited' workforce of young government female employees. Every government agency has them, all relatively pretty, all serious faced and all business-like. It kind of reminds me of the Japanese 'office lady' phenomenon. It's almost cult like. Here's today's young office lady coming to record the scene and report back to the powers that be.



While we're at it here's a shot of one of the coffee plants thriving in the rain.

As well as a shot of the back yard after having been cleaned up a bit. The whole area that you see is wet and the canal will skirt to the right in an attempt to dry the joint out. The pile of dead trees and branches are from the hill pile and will be removed to the other side of the property for a fiery disposal within the next couple of days.

June 09, 2007

I'm With Fred

While I'm at it I've added an "I'm With Fred" donation graphic on the sidebar. You can get to the main page from there but there isn't much happening yet beside fundraising and 'tell a friend' links, but it could be worth bookmarking even if you don't plan to contribute.

Catch Up Post

It's noon on Saturday and I'm getting a chance to catch up with the blog. Although I had wanted to start again on the back yard today it seems like it will be simply a cleaning day. In Costa Rica I had a huge townhouse type of contraption with lots of rooms, furniture and storage space. My girlfriend and I could spend days not running into each other on purpose- except at bedtime (it was an effort, yes, but we could do it). I even had my own office.

In Panama that has changed drastically. We're in a tiny two-story cabin, the lower half of which will be the business. It suits me well enough, as I've always had this strange fantasy of living over a business, kind of like old school Main Street downtown areas where the family lived above the general store. That said; arrangements must be made.

The past couple of weeks have been spent gathering materials and tools to expand the bathroom area and build a walk-in closet space to put our clothes and stuff. We've been living out of suitcases for months. Yesterday I called the job 'done,' and started the cleaning process of vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes and other stuff exposed to the dust and removing the tools and spare lumber to the downstairs work area.

The only way I've been able to do this is because the little lady is out of town and I could alternately work into the wee hours (no neighbors to speak of to complain of the noise) and sit for half a day staring at the project and pondering my next move. I've also been bombarded with junk email, more so than ever I've been in the past. That's a lot.

I read somewhere that the "king of spam" has just gotten himself arrested or thrown in jail or something, and I think they should throw away the key. If the spammers knew, really knew how hated they are, to the point of a normal person being willing to commit a capital crime against them…they probably still wouldn't stop. This is a prime market for mercenaries once we start drawing down from Iraq. That thought alone could shorten the war. Let the market work.

Tomorrow will be cleanup downstairs to get rid of the sawdust and stuff from, uh, all the sawing. Another coat of bug-killer wood-curer stuff will be required on the two by fours, do the basic layout for the bar, and then back out into the yard with my new hatchet and pruning saw. And the machete of course. I'll also be ordering up some four and five foot stakes to finally lay out the canal and use my new 30 meter measuring tape to order up the PVC pipe for the French drain.

Email will be answered shortly for those of you who are awaiting a response.

Update: I forgot to publicly thank Luke at LYT Rules for notifying me that my MySpace page had been violated and used to send out spam to other users. For the record, this is what I think happened: My girlfriend sent me a 'message' which contained what looked like a YouTube (or other) video offering showing the panty-clad bottom of a young lass. It didn't seem to work, and I thought I had figured out it was spam and deleted it, but that wasn't the end.

I found it on a BUNCH of MySpace pages and, not thinking, I clicked again. More than once. I can be persistent when it comes to panty-clad bottoms. Problem is that it took me to a login page, where I logged in, and it took my password. From then on in it used me like a cheap hussy.

I thought I had a handle on this kind of stuff so I figure this will be a public service message to all the other internet 'experts.' Be careful out there.

June 04, 2007

One banana two banana three banana four………


Remember the Banana Splits? Tra la la.....