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Friday, August 30, 2002
 

New options at Blogspot

This morning I noticed that Pyra, the parent company of Blogger, is offering some new options. Since I've used this service now since April for free, I may choose to upgrade to one of the newer options both because I would like to support their efforts and because I would like to have the option to post pictures to my blog. The new features would give me greater capabilities and an easy interface to post to the web. Unfortunately, the beginning of September isn't a convenient time for me to incur more expenses, since both August and September have some fixed expenses in them that make taking on another expense unwise at this time. I'll probably wait until the beginning of October to make the shift. However, I'm quite glad to see this new capability out there. I look forward to making the shift.
Thursday, August 29, 2002
 

Phil tries broadband

Last night I received a call from my friend, Phil Petty, to let me know that he had gotten Bellsouth's DSL service (IFITL, pronounced "eye-fiddle"). He was having some trouble getting to his email server using Eudora. After giving him the proper POP3 settings, he was able to get the mail that had been awaiting him on the server. It's always fun seeing a friend discover a new toy. Of course, it also means that there'll be those late-night calls when he encounters problems, but that goes with the territory. For all of you who receive email from Phil prepare yourself for receiving large files that he doesn't remember take a long time to download. That is probably one of the inevitable downsides of a friend getting a fast connection.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
 

How to capture image files off the Internet (PC only)

You can save any image that appears on the web to your computer (except a rare few where the webmaster has specifically prevented it). The next paragraph will explain how.

To save the image, RIGHT CLICK on the picture you want to save and choose "Save picture as ..." and then either accept the name the dialog box suggests or change the name to whatever you prefer. (Don't change the extension, however.) In the majority of situations, that's it.

This rest of this message refers specifically to the Photo Galleries I've posted at http://www.pbase.com/perrynelson. Think of the individual galleries as "folders" on the website. The "icon" for the gallery (folder) is one of the pictures in the Gallery. (I can set which of the images in the gallery I want to use as the "icon" for that gallery.)

If you LEFT click on the gallery "icon" (image), that particular gallery will open up and you will see displayed a series of "thumbnail" images of the photos in the gallery. Let's say there are 10 images in the gallery.

If you LEFT click on any of those images, you'll open up a larger version of that image. The image is actually stored in four sizes on that site (small, medium, LARGE, and original), denoted by links below the image (you may have to scroll down the web page to see these links). The reason "large" is in caps in the previous sentence is to signify that LARGE is the image size displayed by default when you first click on the thumbnail version of the image.

Once one of the individual pictures from the gallery is displayed on your montior you can move to another picture by clicking on the link to either the NEXT or the PREVIOUS image. Those links are located at the bottom and top RIGHT side of the web page. (NOTE: if you have displayed the ORIGINAL version of an image, then when you click on NEXT it will display the ORIGINAL version of the next image too. So for this reason, it's best to go back to the LARGE version again BEFORE you click on NEXT or PREVIOUS.)

The largest image of all in each gallery is the ORIGINAL version of it. I recommend that before you save the image to your computer you first display the ORIGINAL version of it on your monitor. The reason for this recommendation is that the original version will give you the greatest fexibility in what you can do with the image once you have saved it to your computer.

For instance, suppose you want to print an 8 by 11 version of the picture. If you have only saved the LARGE version rather than the ORIGINAL you may only be able to print a 5 x 7 picture. In other words, the larger your original graphic, the larger the picture you can print. If you only want to capture the image to send by email to your great aunt in Peoria, then you may save whichever size floats your boat.

One consequence of the choice to save the LARGEST image to your computer is that the larger the image, the greater the time it will take to display it on your monitor. Once displayed, however, it doesn't take any longer to SAVE a large image to your computer than does to save a smaller one (you've already experienced the delay while waiting for the image to DISPLAY).

The images from the Vernine and Associates Reunion are located at http://www.pbase.com/perrynelson/reunion. There now a total of 47 images there.
Monday, August 26, 2002
 

Doing the Time Warp

Well, the reunion weekend is now past. To all of you who went to the expense and effort to come back to Knoxville for the event (Don, Juan, Lisa, Jane and Benny), I want to say a big THANK YOU. It was great to have the chance to visit with you again. For those in town, I appreciate your making the effort to be a part of the events.

Debbie, I'm sure the Good Lord will forgive your taking the time to join us for brunch on Sunday. "In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, you have done it unto Me." I have to believe that He is proud of us when we make sacrifices for each other. Janice, though I know it must have been a struggle for you to come to Saturday's dinner, the weekend wouldn't have been complete without your being there. Thank you, Larry, for bringing her and for joining the festivities. To Pat who supplied a wonderful meeting place for Saturday's daytime meeting and for Saturday's night at the movies, a special thanks. It was a wonderful facility that I really enjoyed. To Roger who has always been a big part of my life and our company's entourage, I'm glad you would join us. To Vickie, who finally after all these years can now lay down the responsibility for keeping the books and being the historian of the group, and Steve, your presence was a necessary and welcomed part of the weekend. To Sharon Miller, our financial guru and gardian angel, it was delightful that you would join us for Saturday's dinner.

For those who couldn't attend (Carol Medlang, Carol McNeil, Jim Kessler, Susan McNamee, Chip Emerson and Ron and Charlotte Klieman), we missed you and thought of you often during the weekend. And especially, to Bill Kessler, this was the kind of weekend you would have reveled in. I am glad that Pat brought the picture of you to Saturday's activities. We all felt, and continue to feel, your loving arms around us in one of your famous hugs.

I am proud to have been a part of such a wonderful group for all those years and to continue to be a part of it even though we have now gone on to different things. What we learned from each other and shared together continues to influence not just us but all those with whom we come into contact. Email is so effortless and cheap; we shouldn't lose touch with each other now that the reunion is past. You can still send messages to the distribution list when you have news of successes, pleas for support, and the joy of achievements that you want to share. I love you all.

To help you recall the event, the photo site now has 46 pictures from the various events. By the time you read this, there'll be a 47th. When I finish this post, I'm going to scan the picture from our get together those many years ago at Lord Lindsey's and post it to the web.

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Until the next time ...
Saturday, August 24, 2002
 

The reunion begins

Tonight seven of us got together for dinner at Chesapeake's Seafood Restaurant here in Knoxville to kick off our reunion weekend. Juan drove in from Charlotte, NC, and Don flew in from Tampa. It was a fine dinner at a first class restaurant, and to make it even more special, Juan generously chose to pay for everyone's dinner. Tomorrow (actually later today) we'll meet at Pat Kessler's clubhouse for a get together to share memories of our times together and to enjoy each other's company.

I find that it is only after an experience is over that I tend to realize what a special thing it is. Our years together as a company were busy with serving clients and trying to make sure we had new assignments when the ones we were on were completed. We didn't have a lot of time to realize the quality of the people we had assembled when we were together, or at least, I didn't take the time to realize that. Now, after all these years, I think back about the people who were a part of that organization and I am astounded by the skill, ability and intelligence that the company had at its disposal.

Unfortunately not al those who were a part of the experience are able to attend this weekend. Most recently I heard from Carol Medlang whose parents have both been ill lately and because of that she couldn't attend. Janice Willis also had other plans interfere with her ability to participate in the weekend. Others too couldn't make the weekend, and as of this point I'm not sure just who else won't be here. I'm looking forward to seeing Jane Hascall and Benny Abbot, her husband, tomorrow. More after the events later today and tonight.

The collection of pictures from tonight's dinner are already on the web at the Vernine and Associates Reunion Gallery on Pbase.
Sunday, August 18, 2002
 

A pet peeve

In his column titled Corpus Linguistics, John Rosenthal, subbing for William Safire who is on vacation from his weekly "On Language" column in the New York Times Magazine (registration required), points out that "Linguists can generally be divided into two groups: prescriptivists, or those who hold that language is governed by fixed rules of grammar, and descriptivists, or those who believe that patterns of actual usage reflect the way the language is used." The point of his article is that because of computers' ability to analyze massive volumes of data, the descriptivists are gaining more and more ability to argue for their point of view in this age of the Internet when common usage is so documented, accessible and easily manipulated. Never before has English as it is "spoken" everyday been so available for research. And never before, in the my opinion, has the language therefore faced such a vulgar onslaught and a profound threat.

You see, I am a prescriptivist, to use Mr. Rosenthal's term. I grew up and was educated in the 50's and 60's. English (grammar) was my favorite subject in High School and English (literature) was my major in college. I was schooled in the proper use of language by the book (which is the distinguishing characteristic of the prescriptivist approach to language usage), and what's more my college major gave me the opportunity to fall in love with words and word play but especially as they are used eloquently in the spoken word. I even spent some time teaching English at the middle school level.

So in this one area I am very much a conservative. And I might add, I am that in this one area alone. Politically and socially, I am still very much biased toward liberal thought and sensibilities, again as a result of my education during those years and my having lived through the last half of the 20th century. When I hear my grandchildren or my sons and/or their wives violating one of the rules of language I had drilled into my consciousness, I feel compelled to "help them with that."

Now, it seems, if we believe Mr. Rosenthal, the "other" school is going to become the prevailing point of view. So now I can officially enter my dotage as a language curmudgeon, pissed off regularly by the way the younger generation takes the language "to Hell in a handbasket" and quixotically fighting a losing battle against sports and news anchors and politicians who model such obnoxious phrases as "for you and I," "he shoulda went" or "he hit it good."

I've always wondered why old people seemed so angry all the time. Now the reason is becoming apparent.
Saturday, August 17, 2002
 

Big week ahead!

I learned this past week that I had gotten the promotion I applied for at work. It takes effect at the beginning of the next pay period on Sunday, August 18th. My new title will be Product Specialist. In this role, I'll function as an intermediary between the supervisor of our group and the agents. My other responsibilities will remain pretty much the same, but I'll do more coaching, handle calls from irate customers when the agents need help, and help to train new agents. It will provide a modest increase in salary, but the main thing is that it will give me a chance to make use of my experience and skills in ways that I can't currently. I'm looking forward to the challenge.

Then on Friday of this next week, we begin our Vernine and Associates Reunion weekend. For those coming in for the weekend, I think it is a good idea to post the agenda. So here goes.



 

Birthday pictures

Yesterday I attended Kaitlin's fifth birthday party. Here are the pictures.
Sunday, August 11, 2002
 

Email guidelines

Substituting for William Safire in today's New York Times Magazine (registration required) On Language, Patricia O'Conner and Stewart Kellerman make some excellent points about trends they see in email and what they would suggest instead in an article titled Virtual. Though I'm sure I'm guilty of some of the abuses they describe, I fall into that category of writer who cares about the quality of writing in the email messages he sends. I am particularly bothered when I get a message from a friend that would give the impression he or she has never been educated, even at a basic level, about good writing. Misspelled words, no captialization, failing to bother to fill in the subject line, all these things bespeak carelessness or apathy. I'm confident that my correspondents don't mean to offend by such omissions or failures, but I believe that the digital record of our correspondence may well outlast or be more widely distributed than any other writing any of us ever does. Why, I wonder, don't people give more thought or concern to how they may be remembered by future generations, or even by this one?
Friday, August 09, 2002
 

Dreams

Whether you believe all the implications of the interpretation of dreams that Freud and his followers have espoused, it is hard to deny that they do represent the mind's activity when we rest. In my experience, they often take the symbols of your thoughts and combine them in interesting ways with your emotions. Sometimes associating to the symbols in the dreams and commenting on what those symbols mean to you, the dreamer, can suggest some interesting things about what is going on in your mind and probably in your life.

The reason this subject comes up for me this morning is that last night around 3:00 AM I awoke with a vague recollection of the dream I was having. It was an interesting and enjoyable dream that impressed me enough that I got a pad and pen and tried to write as much of it as I could recall. The characters in it were the people that will be attending the Vernine and Associates reunion on August 24th and the major part of the dream was a series of adventures we had together as a group. Unfortunately, I don't recall all the components of those events very vividly, but I do recall they involved struggle, threat and our successful survival of them. The part I recall most is that I was able to pull the group together after the events and present a "book" I'd written and a discussion of it to them. The book was about 200 pages in length. Each member of the group was deeply affected by the contents of that book and our discussion of it, but all were in various ways reluctant to get the point. Some were incredulous that the point could be as good as it was and others were skeptical because they feared it might be some kind of attempt to present a high pressure sales pitch to them. One lady said, in a somewhat supportive way, to another lady that she had read the book already and it was good -- to which I replied that the book was only the first chapter and that the remainder of the book was left for them to write. To the person who was skeptical that I might be making a high pressure sales pitch, I commented that I wasn't selling the book but rather was giving it away for free. It was one of those dreams that I enjoyed and wanted to recall. Try as I might however I could only remember this much.

I'll have to wait until later to comment on my associating to what all this might mean. Time doesn't permit me the leisure of doing that this morning.

A few days later
Two things from my dream seem significant to me.

The first relates to the point that the "book" I had written was only the first chapter and the rest of the book was up to the group to write. One can envision his life, in one sense, as a story he is writing. Any particular event is but a chapter, but each chapter makes a choice that affects how other chapters can be written. It is easy to lose sight of the fact that we are the author and that what we write influences what comes next. Back in 1997 I wrote this poem that addresses the issue, I think.

The second point in my dream that seemed significant to me was that I was giving the "book" away for free. Though it's true that we (Vernine and Associates) charged for our services to the companies for whom we worked, we shared our perspective with the participants in our group freely in the hope that somehow our way of seeing things might make a difference in their lives. Some people acknowledged even at the time that their point of view was affected by our presentation. I recall one particular supervisory training group at Oklahoma Gas and Electric where my contact warned me that one of the participants was extremely reluctant to come to the session and that I was probably going to have problems with him during the session. I suggested that I would be aware of that but that we'd just have to see how things turned out. At the close of the session that individual voluntarily asked to make a point as we were wrapping up. He said he wished he had had the training many years earlier in his career because he felt that the point of view that we had shared made more sense than any other training he had ever received as a supervisor. As the Persian farmer said, "You never know."
Saturday, August 03, 2002
 

Cousins

On Tuesday, July 30th, my cousin, Henry Baxter Googer, died at the age of 76. Baxter, as he was known, was an only son as I am. He was also one of many cousins I have. My motther had eleven members in her family, and my father had one sister. The children of all those brothers and sisters are, of course, my cousins.

Baxter was a unique man. He served in the military during World War II but he did not see battle. He was drafted in 1945 and eventually saw garrison duty in Germany. Upon his return to his native Stone Mountain, Georgia, he became one of the local fixtures. He worked for years in the insurance industry, underwriting, in neighboring Atlanta, but he became most known in his home town because toward the end of his life he owned and operated a unique gifts emporium. He would collect fine antiques and porcelain pieces and resell them through his small shop. In an atmosphere that enouraged browsing and chatting, he enjoyed meeting the people who came in and interacting with them as they looked around in his shop. He was a man of class who enjoyed having fine things around him.

Every time I see a perfectly decorated Christmas tree, I have for years thought of Baxter because each year he enjoyed "going to the trouble" for Christmas. He would make sure every ornament in his considerable collection was perfectly positioned on the branches of a large and symetrical fir tree. He would wrap the packages with beautiful paper and ribbon so that the sight of his living room where the tree stood looked like a Normal Rockwell painting.

On Friday, I served with his two sons, Hank and Patrick, and three other friends as a pallbearer at his funeral. I was honored to have been asked to do so and grateful that I could. Given Baxter's love of beauty and his willingness to go out his way to docorate things exactly as they should be, it was not surprising at all that he was burried in his tuxedo.

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