Point Made

After FaceBook redesigned its homepage page, I found FB Watch. As it is with everything in social media, the algorithm is slicing and dicing my habits online and answering without me asking, "If you liked X, then certainly you're going to enjoy Y." I get a stream of music videos including a string of Simon's greatest hits from America's & Britain's Got Talent, Sheryl Crow, Fleetwood Mac, James Taylor, Sara Bareilles, Graham Norton, and the occasional pop-up performance (You know, the symphony orchestra that surprises everyone in the town square or mall.) This morning I got this one.  https://fb.watch/2D2v7IaMVk/ Warning; Don't shut this down. There is a method to the opening of this music. Not only does it entertain, but this performance is also imaginative and stunning all on its own. Notice how much fun and how excited the chorale members are experiencing as they perform this. Speaking of finding gold as I wind my way through a rabbit hole online, I ...

And I don't mean Garfunkel. I noticed that now when I'm looking at people, I imagine how I would sketch them. I begin planning what colors I'd use to paint them. Noticing the detail in their eyes and ears is not something I did before. Is this a blessing or a curse? I got this from my usual source of zany shit from the internet, David Nitz. This guy would be a huge hit at a tailgate party at Lambeau. When experts overestimate what other people know about their specialty. I'm learning that whenever something you want to do on the internet starts with "Follow these simple instructions," you are soon to be throwing things at your computer screen. It begins with, "Click on the icon on the upper left-hand side of your screen" It doesn't make any difference what comes after that because there is no icon on the upper left-hand side of your screen.  The reason is simple. Because almost anything can be improved over time. So, by monitoring the comments an...

 I'll admit it. Nothing brings out your weaknesses like pressure. The legendary professional golfer, Lee Travino, defined pressure as needing to sink a putt to win a fifty dollar bet when you don't have the fifty dollars to pay if you miss.  And while most of us wouldn't be crazy enough to get ourselves in that position, at this time last year, nobody would have thought our lives would become so complicated. On the face of it, living by yourself is not unusual. Many of the singles out there are seniors, and there are a fair amount of young people who haven't paired up. Living alone is one thing. Not feeling comfortable mingling in society is another thing altogether. When you can't join friends for social activities, life becomes monastic, from not having coffee to attending church. There are obvious drawbacks. Since I'm Irish, I miss having people around that allow me to bore them with my stories and the obvious embellishments I add to almost every tale I tell....

 I really must think about putting more posts with photographs of my infant grand and great-grandchildren. They are hits for sure. This last weekend was a winner for me. My local TV viewing is obstructed. I get two channels on my antenna, Channel 12 and 58.  Saturday on channel 12 (WISN), I watched the Badgers play Indiana. So sad that I had to text my son-in-law Dan to make sure he wasn't sitting in a warm bath with a razor at his wrists Sunday, I watched the Packers play the Eagles on channel 58. I  joined the game at the end of the third quarter. According to Jim Nance, I no more than sat down with my popcorn, and the Eagles scored two touchdowns in 82 seconds. Do you ever think that if you don't watch, they will win? Do you fantasize that you are a curse. As we know, the Pack turned back the momentum (another sports fantasy) and won the game. Least you somehow think that someone forgot to turn down the outdoor thermometer, and you can't remember a December when you di...

I happened to glance up at the top of my Blog Desk Page. This post is number 274. I began it when Maria and I moved to Louisiana. I began publishing it to keep a promise to my friends to stay in touch.  I have taken a week off here and there, but I've published on Tuesday mornings for most weeks. Because Gmail doesn't allow publishing to large mailing lists, I have to split the mailing list (110 People) in half. In my head, as I punch up my mail contact list (A-List) from my Google Contacts, it's like calling an infield double play in baseball. The first name on the list Balcer to Krolikowski, then La Joie to Zarnow. I've written this before, but I know from the analytics report that between 40 -50% of the people on my list open the post. I have no idea who these people are. I am equally mystified that if the post is regularly ignored, why don't they ask to be removed from the list. Then I found out something interesting. Because I'm not addressing the post to a...