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Not that Bob

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  1. Like so many of the posts above, I always want to “do something”. I want to “fix the problem”. I have found it freeing and possibly more “useful “ to often do nothing. Sort of a “Let go. Let God” sort of thing. Just be there. That can be powerful.
  2. Snowmagddeon broke every thing on my pool. Been replacing everything. Now I’ve been sweating bullets for two days since the current electrical outage and below freezing temps threaten to do the same. That’s it. Please recommend a company who you trust to put in a natural gas generator and/ or who to avoid. Secondly can you recommend a company to insulate pipes. It’s a unique pool with almost no plumbing underground.
  3. Chad is so right. Get a guitar that speaks to you. I’ve played long enough, though not frequently enough, to at least not embarrass myself. I don’t blaze but I have developed “touch” over the years. I know if you beat the shit out of your instrument it will sound bad. Given at least modest touch this damn d12 28 will sing for you. Even just some dinky cowboy chords come alive. Just hit a simple G, let it ring a couple of seconds. Then the C. Then the D. Everyone in the room will say “Damn, that sounds good”. Now they won’t say “you” sound good but even the untrained ear can hear the pitch and timbre. The sustain for ever. Add in the harmonic strings and you have a sweetness, a chorusing effect that, well it just does it for me. Closest I can explain is simple notes played on a pipe organ. Listen to E. Power Biggs play the first 10-12 notes of The Bach Fugue in G minor. The instrument itself. The wind across the pipes. The resonance of the sound box. Regardless of the notes it’s simply a magnificent sound. It hits a spot in the brain that allows you to hear beauty. This Martin does that for me. Simple songs are a pleasure.
  4. I recently got my dream guitar, a Martin d 12 28. I’ve been an electric guy almost exclusively but the legendary “chorus of angels” always spoke to me and for a number of reasons it was time to go acoustic. The transition was a bear for about 3 months but as said above “pick it up every day”. It’s like wearing leg weights. Now my strength is so much better and picking up a six seems like cheating. I haven’t touched an electric in months, if not years. I’m also learning songs I would not have in the past. Chorus of angels man. Chorus of angels. Love this guitar.
  5. Not sure this is age related but...what can be done about drop outs on Spotify? About every other song I get a 1-2 second drop where nothing plays, then it comes back on in the same spot. I hate to lower audio quality from hifi to normal, but maybe that's it.
  6. Yeah, but I bet he has a bitchin' Crosley! Those babies could pull in Chicago!
  7. Judy Collins “Who Knows Where The Time Goes?” Then went to “Oh Brother Where Art Thou?” sound track.
  8. How old? Real old. Sundial? Pish Posh...I got one of those newfangled time keeping devices that uses a swinging pendulum. Works even when there's no sun.
  9. Thanks for your time. I think I am wrong. I was expecting the first song to "stop" but what it does is pause, which does indeed allow me to click on another. I guess it's a convenience so I can go back to the place I paused if I want to. It will take me some time to transition from turntable to digital.
  10. I guess that's correct. I was just thinking the first played song would stop completely, but I am able to start another. I guess I'll just have multiple going in the "background" which I think I had compared to having too many appps open in the background of a computer. Thanks.
  11. Help out an old. How do I, to use vinyl as an example, "lift the needle". I often want to listen to one song from one album and then go to another song from another album. At present it wants to play the entire song before I can go to something else. I'm brand new to Spotify, so I may be using it wrong.
  12. One time my mom found a pack of Marlboros I thought I had adequately stashed…
  13. And all this time I thought Drifter was the descriptor in your username
  14. If you’re at home waiting for someone to show up and you are tired of waiting, go take a dump. They’ll show up mid squeeze.
  15. I should have been more clear. I don't care if I can play music in every room. I don't want to play music in every room. It's just me and the spouse and resale value is not important to me. I will die in this house. The new owner can figure it out if they need music in every room. I just don't want to go through the time and expense of removing all this wire if I don't need to. I guess I have answered my own question. Just stuff the wire ends back into the wall and patch the sheetrock. Guess I just needed to talk it through.
  16. I thought I saw mother today. Same hair. Same gait. Same size, but mother has been dead for 7 years. I'm a grown ass man. I should be past the grieving bullshit by now. So many things I wish I'd have done differently.
  17. I am moving in to a new, to me, house and the previous owner had a rather spectacular system set up. Wall/ceiling mounted speakers in at least 4 rooms. All controlled from one of two media closets. When he moved he took all the equipment, but obviously (I guess obvious) he left all the speakers and wires in the walls. I haven't been paying attention for several years and every thing seems to have changed to wireless now, or at least most things. Is it worth it for me to have someone come trace and label all these wires? I don't have the time or patience to do it myself. If it's worth it who in Austin would do such a thing? My first reaction is to just say fuck it and go with Sonos or whatever is the flavor of the week. I no longer need T-Rex to shake the house, but don't want to just use the speakers in the TV.
  18. Explain something to an old. Why would an upper, for example Adderall, laced with a downer, fentanyl, be an item? If I want to study, or otherwise get "up", assuming I live through the first dose, why would I seek that same pill a second time? Is it an "8 ball" thing? Seems counterintuitive.
  19. Just rewatched the Kennedy episode of The Crown. The back and forth between Elizabeth and Jackie, the insights they learned from each other, and especially when Elizabeth saw Jackie's dress at the end. Big lump in the throat.
  20. Fit-N-Da. Probably a local dialect.
  21. Allopurinol. Cheap. No side effects that I can tell. I hate taking a pill every day, but more than that I hate when my toe blows up to the size of a softball.
  22. I can keep my nose under control with Kirkland Aller-Flo, but my eyes are killing me. What's a good drop to stop the itching?
  23. Bruin, my wife's specialist is at UCLA. He saved her life and she's still here to bitch at me 10 years later. The specialist just happened to be acquainted with the surgeon at M.D. Anderson. Small world, lucky circumstance and all that. I try to remember that every day is a gift. I'm not very good at it but at least I know I should. Keep pushing forward.
  24. I posted this some 10 years ago on TOS. This is to the best of my memory as I didn’t save it: My wife was in M.D. Anderson Hospital for a delicate surgery. Her specialist said the surgeon at Anderson was “the best”, so that’s how she got admitted to M.D. Anderson, even though she didn’t have cancer. It was “only” a benign tumor, but believe me, a benign tumor in the wrong place is not good. If you are admitted to M.D. Anderson it’s a sure bet that you are sick. We went to the Cafeteria to break the monotony of the room and to get something other than the food on the food service tray. The Cafeteria at M.D. Anderson is a large well lit and relatively welcoming place. Once we got our food and took a table we started to notice our fellow diners. There was a pretty little girl to my left, probably 12 or 13. Pale white skin and jet black hair. My wife and I decided that with her pale skin and black hair she was Snow White, and have since fondly remembered her by that name. Snow White was wheeling her IV pole with her, as did most of the other diners. A forest of IV poles carrying bags of medication and chemotherapy. I realized that Snow White’s jet black hair was a wig. She had lost all her hair to chemotherapy. She was bald, but she didn’t seclude herself in her hospital room. She came to the Cafeteria, not a freak or a cripple, but a human being…having lunch with the rest of us human beings. At the table to my right was a family, a kid who looked to be the oldest son was the member tethered to the IV pole. I could hear the Dad telling nonstop corny jokes and generally yucking it up. He was trying to bring some humor and levity to his families’ table. Trying to lighten everyone’s mood. Trying to suppress his own tears. Trying to not allow the IV pole to be the only thing in the room. Trying the help his son to be not a freak or a cripple, but to be a human being having lunch with the rest of the human beings. The next day’s lunch, a table to my left. The son, middle teens I guess, in a wheelchair and obviously with cerebral palsy, or some type of palsy that made his movements difficult and clumsy. Despite the great difficulty of movement, the family allowed him to feed himself. His movements with the utensils were very slow and intentional. He dropped very little. It was clear that his family had spent countless hours helping him learn to be independent. His dad, now with the inconvenience of an IV pole in tow, pushed his son’s chair a little closer to the table. Dad didn’t let this inconvenience alter the ongoing helping and teaching of his son. This giant of a father, who spent God knows how many hours helping, teaching his son how to be, not a freak or a cripple, but a human being having lunch with the rest of us human beings. Heroes to me, like my friends mentioned above? Damn right!
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