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Posted by Cyn | Posted in Civil Rights, Health, NaBloPoMo | Posted on 05-03-2012

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When some­one asks, “Is (X place) acces­si­ble?” the answer is “no” if there are any stairs involved in get­ting there. It doesn’t mat­ter if every­thing inside X is on one lev­el but there are three “lit­tle” steps at the front door, or “just one flight of stairs out front.” Those “lit­tle” steps aren’t so lit­tle for those using scoot­er and wheel­chairs. The answer is also “no” if there is no whol­ly acces­si­ble bath­room near the main area.

Just once, I’d like to arrive some­where to find a place tru­ly acces­si­ble instead of hav­ing some­one who’d claimed acces­si­bil­i­ty say, “Oh, I didn’t think about those lit­tle steps!” or “But that’s just one flight of stairs!” or some such stu­pid thing. Even though I hap­pen to be able to walk most of the time, if I’m using my scoot­er, there’s a rea­son for it. If I were to get off of it to walk up those few steps, where am I to store the scoot­er? 1 Plen­ty of oth­er peo­ple can­not walk up those steps.

Why choose an inac­ces­si­ble place of busi­ness, any­way? Why are builders con­tin­u­ing to build inac­ces­si­ble res­i­dences? It isn’t expen­sive to build in acces­si­bil­i­ty in the first place, com­pared to ren­o­vat­ing for acces­si­bil­i­ty. Has all the talk of the aging of Amer­i­ca meant noth­ing with regards to home design?

Every­one is just tem­porar­i­ly abled in the long run, any­way. If you buy or build a house, it pays to go ahead and con­sid­er whether or not it would still suit you if you were injured in some man­ner. Could you get around on crutch­es or in a chair? If (shock­ing thought) you were to want to enter­tain some­one who uses mobil­i­ty devices to get around, could that per­son even get in your front door? Any door? I’ve lived in places where the answer would be a resound­ing “No!” and even if we got the poor soul in through, say, the garage, she couldn’t get up to the liv­ing areas.


1 A sig­nif­i­cant invest­ment.

Who do you trust with your children?

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family, News, Parenting | Posted on 26-06-2011

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I keep see­ing news sto­ries about kids dying in day­care or at the hands of oth­er peo­ple to whom their par­ents have entrust­ed them, and every time there is so much shock and rage as if peo­ple can’t believe it’s hap­pen­ing. I am so tired of it. Pay atten­tion!

How many of the peo­ple in these cen­ters did the par­ents actu­al­ly meet before leav­ing their chil­dren there? Did they meet any­one? Did they spend any time there?

If you leave your chil­dren with child­care providers, how did you choose them? How well did you vet them? How often do you drop by unex­pect­ed­ly?

Would you trust every sin­gle per­son in that facil­i­ty with your car keys? Just hand them over and let any of them dri­ve your brand new ride away, no ques­tions asked?

How about your wal­let? Just give it over, tell them your ATM or cred­it card PINs, give them carte blanche?

If the answer to both of the ques­tions isn’t yes, why are you leav­ing your chil­dren with them?

County Blah

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 22-07-2008

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Why do we have a reverse-911 sys­tem, if the coun­ty won’t use it to tell us things like, “Hey, we had a water main break and you need to boil your water before using it.”

We’ve had so many water main breaks in the last year that I’m glad we don’t drink tap water, any­way (even with boil­ing, it tastes nasty to me). We do cook with it, though.

Oh – I guess since we don’t have (or want) a land line, they wouldn’t call us any­way, would they? It seems to me that cell phones should be includ­ed some­how, based on the address on the account or where you are when an alert goes out, or some­thing. Since more and more peo­ple don’t both­er with land lines, that’s a sig­nif­i­cant issue.

So, yeah, boil­ing water ’til Wednes­day after­noon at the very least. I’m glad I looked at the local newspaper’s web site!

And That’s the Week

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family, Health, Home, Love | Posted on 10-05-2008

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I con­sid­er Sun­day the first day of the week, rather than the last.

It was a week full of appoint­ments for the girl, and get­ting paper­work shuf­fled to var­i­ous bureau­cra­cies. Sam and I had love­ly dates Wednes­day and tonight, although both of us were so exhaust­ed Wednes­day that we turned in much ear­li­er than usu­al.

Stoopid School!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in College | Posted on 04-04-2008

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I just found out that DeVry didn’t “pack­age” my finan­cial aid for this semes­ter. Huh? I reg­is­tered the day reg­is­tra­tion opened, or near­ly so, as I recall. I wasn’t sched­uled to grad­u­ate. I did every­thing I’m sup­posed to do, in fact. Some­body there just dropped the ball.

Why isn’t that sort of thing auto­mat­ed so that doesn’t hap­pen? It isn’t as if the place spe­cial­ized in, oh, tech­ni­cal degrees or any­thing like that, right?

Then they inform me that because of their mis­take, my stu­dent loans are also screwed up, and I’m going to end up owing them over $4k for the semes­ter! What?!

Yes, I’m fight­ing this. That school has screwed up some­thing every sin­gle semes­ter I’ve attend­ed it! Unfor­tu­nate­ly, so did SPSU. Is this just a giv­en with col­leges? They only hire the incom­pe­tent, or they don’t hon­or com­pe­tence, or what? I know that schools usu­al­ly pay less than oth­er employ­ers, so maybe they can’t com­pete and don’t care to try?

For your sakes, I will not upload a record­ing of the bel­low of inar­tic­u­late rage this crap pro­voked. I think it would have bro­ken my micro­phone, any­way.

Some people

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 11-01-2008

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What is it that dri­ves some peo­ple to con­stant­ly seek argu­ments? It doesn’t mat­ter what you say, they have to pick at it. I tru­ly think, on one mail­ing list, that I could just post, “Oh, I total­ly agree with you” and a few peo­ple there would still find a rea­son to bitch.

I have to won­der what they’re like in real life. Scratch that, I know what they’re like. You say, “What a great day! Every­thing smells so clean right after it rains!” and they respond with, “I hate all the mud” or “Damned coun­ty still won’t let me water my grass” or some­thing else that’s neg­a­tive, in a tone that indi­cates they sus­pect you to be per­son­al­ly respon­si­ble for the rain, and maybe the drought, too. If it hadn’t rained, they’d gripe about that, too.

Disappointed!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Reading | Posted on 06-01-2008

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(I’m hear­ing Gary Old­man in The Fifth Ele­ment when I read the sub­ject there. Yes, I prob­a­bly could have found a sound clip and includ­ed it, but I’m count­ing on your imag­i­na­tions and mem­o­ries here.)

Well, I final­ly got around to read­ing the rest of Fledg­ling, the Liaden Uni­verse nov­el pub­lished by seri­al­ly by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller in 2007 using the storyteller’s bowl con­cept.1 Sam has record­ed the final chap­ters for pod­cast­ing and is edit­ing the record­ing this week.

Posts Finally Working!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Blogging, Geekery | Posted on 13-11-2007

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Last night I real­ized that some­thing was Wrong with this blog. Sev­er­al days of posts hadn’t, and I couldn’t even leave a com­ment on an old post. The error mes­sage I was get­ting (data­base access denied) made no sense.

The MySQL infor­ma­tion hadn’t changed. I tried chang­ing the data­base pass­word and updat­ing the set­tings — nope, no good. I could view the db in php­myad­min, and it was just fine. I could back up the data­base there, and change things, and I was using the same login infor­ma­tion. So why couldn’t Word­Press do any­thing?

We’ve been using 1&1 for at least a year or so now, I think, and haven’t had any real com­plaints. I hate call­ing anybody’s tech sup­port, but they’re usu­al­ly bet­ter than most, as they haven’t out­sourced that to India. Reluc­tant­ly, I final­ly called.

If you ever call 1&1 and “Grace” answers, just hang up and try again. Bet­ter yet, keep her tied up on the phone and try from anoth­er line, just to be sure you’ll get some­one else. She sim­ply can’t under­stand Eng­lish well enough to func­tion in any job that requires tele­phone inter­ac­tion, and her tech­ni­cal skills seem to be abysmal (it was hard to tell, con­sid­er­ing the lan­guage issue). I was on the phone for more than 90 min­utes, and couldn’t get any­where. I kept ask­ing to speak to her super­vi­sor, and she kept being obstruc­tion­ist.

She asked me to spell the name of the affect­ed domain (tech​nomom​.com) over and over and over again. I did so, very slow­ly and clear­ly, at least five times. What did she do? Inform me that gbn​com​.com was work­ing just fine, and ask me what error mes­sage I was get­ting!

Oth­er than the fact that the end in .com, do you find any sim­i­lar­i­ty in those names?

I final­ly got her to this site, where the errors were clear­ly vis­i­ble to every vis­i­tor. Then, final­ly, she start­ed talk­ing about esca­lat­ing the prob­lem to some­one else. She wasn’t sure who, though, and claimed that nobody there can make out­bound calls, so she couldn’t have that per­son (or her super­vi­sor) call me back. More hold­ing. Thanks God­dess for unlim­it­ed cell min­utes! I real­ly, real­ly need to get a head­set, though, as I was in more and more pain from sim­ply hold­ing the tele­phone.

At near­ly 5, “Glen” final­ly got on the phone. He said he has no input regard­ing the hir­ing of “advi­sors” like “Grace.” If the sup­posed super­vi­sor doesn’t, who does? In any case, he final­ly pin­point­ed the prob­lem: the data­base was full. To be accu­rate, it was more than full, 47mb over the size lim­it!

Hon­est­ly, I hadn’t checked that. But how could that hap­pen? And wouldn’t I get some kind of notice or warn­ing? Well, no, they don’t have any­thing in place to warn users when data­bas­es are get­ting too big. That seems like a ridicu­lous­ly easy thing to put in place, but appar­ent­ly it isn’t impor­tant to them.

I was aware of the 100mb lim­it 1&1 places on MySQL data­bas­es on our plan, but every time I’d looked at the usage, every data­base had 97mb free, or more! Blogs are most­ly text! The images I do post aren’t even stored in MySQL!

After get­ting off the phone, I looked at the size of all each table. The cul­prit was the cache for the Joe Tan/​Silas Part­ners Flickr pho­to album plu­g­in. I didn’t notice, when I installed an upgrade to the plu­g­in, that it defaults to show­ing all of the Flickr groups you’re in. There’s no way that I can see to dis­able caching, either, and it seems that some­body browsed a lot of group pho­tos at some point over the week­end. Clear­ing that cache took me back to being way, way below the data­base size lim­it. If you use that plu­g­in (which is great, BTW), check the set­tings!

So that’s why you’re see­ing my blog posts appear late. It’s bet­ter than “the dog ate my blog posts,” at least. Isn’t it?

Teen Assaults Teacher, Activist Worries About Teen?

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Civil Rights, News | Posted on 09-11-2007

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A 17-year-old run­ning back assaults a high school teacher for doing her job.1 He toss­es her around and breaks her fin­ger.

Who would you wor­ry about? The attack­er, or the vic­tim?

Um, no, that isn’t what the password is “sposed to be”

Posted by Cyn | Posted in College, Geekery | Posted on 17-11-2006

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My school “upgrad­ed” its Ora­cle-based stu­dent records man­age­ment sys­tem weeks ago. I know that it is Ora­cle based because ever since the “upgrade,” every time I try to access my “stu­dent por­tal” (my pri­ma­ry means of inter­act­ing with the school, as an online stu­dent), I get an “Ora­cle Site Builder” page.

Since the actu­al class­es are done on anoth­er site and I could still log in there, I kept wait­ing for the promised fix. The tra­di­tion­al “screwed up the finan­cial aid” prob­lem has got­ten to the point where I real­ly need­ed to get in to see what they’ve done so far, though, so I pushed fur­ther today than I have before and final­ly pushed a “help” (I use the term very loose­ly) desk per­son to actu­al­ly help me.

He took down all my infor­ma­tion and said that he’d have to go to his boss, but he’d call me back Real Soon Now. I had oth­er irons in the fire, as well as his (rather unique) name, so I con­sent­ed.

Odd­ly enough, my phone rang again in about five min­utes.

“We nee­da ver’fy your info­mashun.” (I’ll have to drop the attempt to repro­duce the child’s mush­mouth here. My spellcheck­er is hurt­ing too much.)

Ok — we went over my stu­dent num­ber and so on again.

Boy: “You don’t have an account.”

Me: “You mean my account has been delet­ed in your upgrade?”

Boy: “No, that can’t hap­pen. You ain’t nev­er had an account.”

Me: “That’s non­sense. I can log in and get the Ora­cle Site Builder page, there­fore I have an account.”

Boy: “We can’t log in, so you don’t have an account.”

Me: “Why are you try­ing to use my log-in? You’re sup­posed to be try­ing to fix my account, as an admin­is­tra­tor.”

Boy: “We have to be sure you’re real­ly hav­ing a prob­lem.”

Me: “You mean that you assume I’m lying before you’ll do any­thing.”

Boy: “No, we just have to be sure you’re not doing it wrong.”

Me: “Well, obvi­ous­ly, you’re ‘doing it wrong’ because I’m sit­ting here look­ing at the Ora­cle Site Builder while you can’t log in. Do you want me to e-mail you a screen print as proof?”

Boy: “What pass­word you using?”

Me: “What kind of ques­tion is that? I don’t give peo­ple my pass­word. Don’t be stu­pid.”

Boy: “The pass­word don’t work.”

Me: “That’s because you don’t know my pass­word.”

Boy: “It’s sup­posed to be (stan­dard default pass­word).”

Me: “No, it should NEVER be (stan­dard default pass­word) after a user’s first log-in. In fact, if your sys­tem were set up prop­er­ly, it would force users to change the pass­word after the first log-in, and at least once every 30 days after that.”

Boy: “No, it’s sup­posed to be (stan­dard default pass­word).”

Me: “Are you an IT major?”

Boy: “Yes, and the pass­word is sup­posed to be (stan­dard default pass­word). If it ain’t, we can’t log in to people’s accounts.”

Silent­ly think­ing “and that’s the point, dolt,” I went in and changed the pass­word to (stan­dard default pass­word), since that’s just about all I could do.

Me: “Ok, just to make you hap­py, I changed it. Try to log in now.’

Boy: “Now it’s right.”

Me: “So you can fix it?”

Boy: “I have to call you back.”

Me: “I don’t think so. I’ll just stick with you. That way if you find any­thing you don’t under­stand in my records, we can work on it togeth­er.”

Boy: “You have to call (num­ber for por­tal help desk). They have to fix it for you.”

Me: “Why didn’t you send me to them in the first place?”

Boy: “I had to see if you real­ly had a prob­lem.”

I changed the pass­word while he was giv­ing me the 800 num­ber, of course.

Boy: “What did you do?”

Me: “What­ev­er do you mean?”

Boy: “The sys­tem says I have to log in again.”

Me: “Well, sure­ly as soon as you saw that I real­ly had a prob­lem, you logged out, since you had no fur­ther rea­son to be logged in as me. Nor do you need to log in as me again. I changed the pass­word again.”

Boy: “You can’t do that. It’s sup­posed to be (stan­dard default pass­word).”

Me: “Have your sysad­min give me a call if he has a prob­lem with it, but so far you’re the only one who ever has. Buh bye!”

I haven’t found any­thing he changed in my records. Not yet. I just don’t trust the lit­tle bas­tard. It also fright­ens the hell out of me to real­ize just how many stu­dents must not ever change their orig­i­nal pass­words, since he’s accus­tomed to blithe­ly log­ging in to everybody’s accounts, and it’s appar­ent­ly a stan­dard prac­tice in the depart­ment!