The Bee Eaters

Tonight.. I had a won­der­ful expe­ri­ence. Made me won­der if it was ‘meant to be’. The ‘why’ of it, I’ll never know. But the con­nect­ed­ness of the whole thing is just wierd. A few days ago, for some rea­son I thought of the Clar­ridge kids and I won­dered how they were doing. Just a pass­ing thought. No big deal.
Tonight, Diane gets off the bus and excited tells me about a band who stopped by her school and did a per­for­mance for them. She was very impressed with their fid­dling and cello skill. “They are called ‘The Bee Eaters” mom and I really want to see them tonight. They are giv­ing a show at school for every­one. I ho’d and I hum’d around and really was try­ing to think of a way to NOT go because we really can’t afford it.
But, I also want my kid to be as amazed and touched by music as much as I have been in my life. It’s some­thing we can share. So, Clyde & I talked and we decided that I would take her to her show. She got all gussied up too cause the boy who asked her out for the date might just be there. LOL
We got there, and I listened…and I admit I couldn’t stop from tap­ping my toes and keep­ing time with the music. It’s just who I am. It dawned on me that the ‘brother & sis­ter’ play­ing in front of me looked totally famil­iar to me. Soon, I asked myself, are they the Clar­ridge kids?? NO WAY!!!!! And I let the thought go.…
Diane wanted a CD. I counted my remain­ing money to make sure I had enough, and I told her to pick out one. She brought back “her” CD to show it to me, and I started read­ing the sleeve… and there on the sleeve where the names Tashina Clar­ridge, and Tris­tan Clar­ridge. I had been right, it was the Clar­ridge Kids.…
The Clar­ridges met me, but there was no rea­son for them to remem­ber me. I was the ‘lady’ who entered their scores in the ‘com­puter room’ after their per­for­mance at the Old Time Fid­dle Con­test in Cloverdale, Cal­i­for­nia. Dur­ing my breaks, and after my job was done, I’d go and lis­ten to them and oth­ers jam. This was prob­a­bly a time that was dur­ing the apex of my careers—volunteer and paid… the two loves of my life came together here– I love his­tory, and The Old Time Fid­dle Con­test was spon­sered by the Cloverdale His­tor­i­cal Soci­ety of which I was a mem­ber, a docent, and I sat on the board. Very active.… I loved music, and I loved mix­ing music and his­tory.
Other mem­bers would come by to keep me com­pany and help me to do my job back in the ‘com­puter room’. We could hear the music very clearly back where we were. And we would sit in total amaze­ment when these kids played. We talked about how far in life they might go with their musi­cal skills.
Tonight, I came home and pulled out the 2002 pro­gram from the fid­dle con­test. I have a stack of them because I was the lay out artist on the pro­gram. I showed my daugh­ter their names, and mine in the pro­gram.
I went to my stack of CD’s, and pulled out their CD “My Lily” from the year 2000. And showed it to my daugh­ter. I looked at her and said that I had to move to Ore­gon to see what they have become as adults. The world became an incred­i­bly small place tonight. And she looked at me and said, “Look mom, he had long hair back then too!!” LOL– It was a good night!!!

 

www​.beeeaters​.com

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This will not stand… Scott Miller

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Why We Live In Douglas County (Oregon)

Note: Orig­i­nally pub­lished in the News-Review, Decem­ber 2011, Page B6
(Rose­burg, Oregon)

My hus­band and I orig­i­nally came to Dou­glas County in 2005 because his new job gave him the choice to live on the I-5 Cor­ri­dor between Rose­burg and Grants Pass.  With this infor­ma­tion the search and research began. We choose Myr­tle Creek because there was a Dis­ci­ples of Christ Church here, and that is my denom­i­na­tion.  We choose it because I have fam­ily his­tory here–my great grand­fa­ther had a gold mine out on North Myr­tle Creek in the later years of his life.  And, I have cousins around me here so I knew I’d not be 100% all alone when we started our new life.

I have expe­ri­enced the “Go back to Cal­i­for­nia where you belong” syn­drome.  I’d like “Ore­go­ni­ans” to know that it really hurts my feel­ings.  My mater­nal great great great grand par­ents came to Ore­gon in 1853 via the Ore­gon Trail(Macey Train). Their daugh­ter, my great great grand­mother, Mary VanAtta walked from Illi­nois to Ore­gon!  Her hus­band, Esalum M. Hall came to Ore­gon in 1849.

My pater­nal great great grand­par­ents, orig­i­nally from Maine, came to Ore­gon in the late 1890s.  They are con­sid­ered pio­neers in the Eugene area.  Their home in Eugene is on the National Reg­is­ter of His­toric Places. They came via California(think Apple­gate trail) late to the gold rush era, but for gold orig­i­nally just the same. When gold didn’t pan out, up to Ore­gon they came and set­tled.  Their son, the one with the gold mine on North Myr­tle mar­ried a Dan­ish girl whose par­ents came from Den­mark and set­tled in Eugene also in the late 1890’s.

My hus­band also has a sim­i­lar story, his mater­nal ances­tors came from Nor­way in the 1890’s. First they went to Wis­con­sin, then on to South Dakota, finally set­tling in Eugene.  You can find peo­ple with the Hal­dor­son sur­name there to this day!  In fact, he and I both have ances­tors buried in the Lau­rel Hill Ceme­tery in Eugene.

So, Why come to Ore­gon? Because it has always been “home” for me.  I’ve spent more than 1/2 my life here mostly dur­ing vaca­tions.  This is where my fam­ily is.  Because the job was here and we wanted to get out of the over pop­u­lated areas that we lived in.

Why Dou­glas County?? We drove down our street when we were look­ing for a house and we saw all the kids and we were over­joyed about the prospects of our kids hav­ing friends to play with.  We went to Crater Lake and rev­eled in the beauty and wanted to be close to the views. We saw the Umpqua and South Umpqua and knew it was ‘our’ water­way, and we have played in, around, and about it!  We are sur­rounded by BLM land, America’s FREE play ground!! We take our jeep out and explore the roads to our hearts con­tent, we camp, we have pic­nics, and good times galore. Dou­glas Coun­ty­with it’s beau­ti­ful beaches on the west­side and strik­ing moun­tains on the east and all the bab­bling water­ways in between has got to be one of the most beau­ti­ful places on Earth.  This is why we moved to Dou­glas County.  Because here, we are in the heart every­thing that mat­ters to us… we are in the heart of it all!!

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One of My All Time Favorite Quotes!

From my front yard to you!

“If you have built cas­tles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foun­da­tions under them.”

~Henry David Thoreau

This quote got me through col­lege. It helped me to place my dreams which seemed afar up close, and moti­vated me to fight to reach them.  Sim­ple words, that remind us that dreams is where we all start.  It’s ok to be a dreamer, now make those dreams come true!

xox­oxo, Mom

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Battle Pirates as a Social Experiment

 

Sec­tor Wars” Sec­tors 276 & 275 go at it!

Let me start off by say­ing that I only have an AS degree (Santa Rosa Junior Col­lege) and that part of my hob­bies in my life has been the on/off study of psy­chol­ogy. I am a 49 year old woman who has always loved watch­ing ‘folks’ and has spent far too much time puz­zling over human behav­ior and what makes peo­ple tick.

Hav­ing said this– I’ve run into a game on Face­book. My hus­band begged me to play it. At first I refused. Mostly because I don’t see myself as a ‘pirate’ type. I did decide to play after I found out that my older kids were play­ing. I then saw it as a way to have some fun time “together” over a distance.

This game, of course is set in a two dimen­sional set­ting. It is a pirate game. There are basi­cally no rules to the game. I am find­ing it very inter­est­ing that folks are mak­ing groups to help them advance their cause, and to secure their ‘sec­tors’ and even to pro­voke ‘sec­tor wars’. There are clans of every sort: Fam­ily, Friends, bud­dies, etc. There is a real time chat there so folks can, if they wish, col­lab­o­rate, or  get to know oth­ers. This also allows folks to move these game based ‘rela­tion­ships’ beyond the game and into real or poten­tially real ‘world’ via Face­book com­mu­ni­ca­tion & friendships.

But, what I am find­ing is that there is some blur­ring between the ‘game’ and ‘real life’, prob­a­bly by those who play way too much!

But, I also have other con­cerns, as the anon­im­ity of the game allows peo­ple to ‘dehu­man­ize’ peo­ple in other sec­tors and label them ‘bad’ folks nearly imme­di­ately. I might add, that I find myself not so inno­cent, as I quickly jumped into label­ing play­ers ‘friends’ or ‘foes’, and failed to take into con­sid­er­a­tion that they were real peo­ple with real play­ing preferences.

I found it inter­est­ing that when peo­ple did ‘friend’ each other on the Face­book level, thereby hav­ing per­sonal infor­ma­tion avail­able that han­dles (play names) were thrown to the wind within the game in an effort to bring in just enough real­ity to get some­one to con­form to the desired behav­ior (i.e. “Peggy,” (vs. SFF_TigerEyes)“if you’d just shut your mouth then the bully wouldn’t bully you”).

Some clans of peo­ple, will des­ig­nate them­selves enforcers of behav­ior within their sec­tor (The num­ber one rule seems to be no ‘hit­ting’ inside the sec­tor, but it’s ok to go out­side the sec­tor and “hit” other peo­ple there). I kind of see them as the Sec­tor Dons; The God­Fa­thers. Depend­ing on their own char­ac­ter (their per­sonal ‘real’ moral char­ac­ter) They may break their own rules, but oth­ers may not. If oth­ers do, not only are they attacked relent­lessly (i.e. bul­lied) on the play­ground (bash­ing of base, and min­ing fleets attacked) but, also in chat they are per­son­ally attacked. And, it gets in the way of real life friend­ships, and poten­tial friend­ships —because peo­ple use the ‘it’s just a game’ to jus­tify the bul­ly­ing, and to excuse the bul­ly­ing. (At this point, I will won­der, only because I have NO clue if I’m right, but does this reek of addic­tion??  When it gets in the way of REAL relationships?)

Alliances are formed between groups, much like alliances between coun­tries in the real world.  Alliances allow the God­fa­thers to con­tinue to dom­i­nate the game and enforce their rules (good or bad).  These alliances also give them a sense of cor­rect­ness because their peers are back­ing up what­ever stand they are tak­ing at the moment; right, wrong, or indif­fer­ent.  As in the real world, an alliance can be good, evil, or any­where in between.

I have told my two old­est daugh­ters, that I don’t see this as a game any­more. I’m sure they think I’m totally nuts. (Also note, the peo­ple within the game stated that I’m nuts.) Instead, I see it as a kind of test tube. A small slice of human behav­ior con­tained in a vir­tual world where behav­ior seems to be run ala “Lord of the Flies” style.

I know that I’m only touch­ing on the basics and not even all of that. I see behav­ior within the game as a mir­ror of the greater soci­ety, and I admit that I find the rela­tion­ships fas­ci­nat­ing. At this point, I play not to spend time with the kids, because my big mouth (I’m a very ver­bal girl, remem­ber this is how women got the right to vote!), and other’s bul­ly­ing has caused my hus­band and I to move to a dif­fer­ent sec­tor from my chil­dren. Instead I am there, read­ing the chat, and get­ting to know the folks so that I can under­stand what ever will hap­pen in this new sec­tor. Though, I’d ven­ture to say that prob­a­bly in the end, the same thing will hap­pen here as in the last one, and the last one. Bul­lies have a ten­dency to take over. Or at least peo­ple that I see as ‘bul­lies.’  Please, keep in mind, that these peo­ple are in fact, folks that oth­ers will vouch are fine peo­ple in real life.

Part of what caught my atten­tion to this ‘behav­ior study’ is that it brought up ‘old stuff’ for me.  My ex hus­band beat me nearly every night in our early mar­ried years.  Every night I ended up in tears, one night I ended up with a bro­ken tooth!  Everynight, I’d ask him he felt big­ger because of what he did, because yes, I got angry.  Everynight, he’d look at me like I was an idiot, and pro­claim his inno­cence.  “I’m just play­ing, what’s the mat­ter with you?”  Ques­tion: How many bruises did I recieve inside and out??  Answer: More than I’d ever want to count.

Peo­ple in the pirate game are basi­cally doing the same thing.  There are peo­ple who actu­ally prefeer to play in a peace­ful man­ner and once they voice that, they become a tar­get, and once they stand up for it, well, they are chided even in the chat! And yes, it’s a game, and one can quit. But, what if one’s fam­ily is there play­ing?? Then it becomes less a game, and more per­sonal, some­thing worth fight­ing for! Les­son learned: Keep big trap zipped!

This whole expe­ri­ence with this game, still ongo­ing, has taught me that when the “bul­lies” in the game got really per­sonal, and peo­ple started defriend­ing folks on the ‘real’ side, i.e. Face­book friend­ships out­side of the game. [note: I became the ‘inde­pen­dant’ i.e. the one who had to be forced to con­form; per­haps the ‘loose canon.’] this all just  really reminded me of THE Prison Exper­i­ment (1971, Philip Zim­bardo, Ph.D., San­ford University).

It’s not the same thing, but, oh it is.  And that is a sad state­ment for humans and the effect of gam­ing on human rela­tion­ships in gen­eral for this has affected could-have-been beau­ti­ful poten­tial friend­ships, and estab­lished fam­ily relationships.

For exam­ple, it was fasi­nat­ing to watch some­one who felt he’d be run out from the pre­vi­ous sec­tor by bul­lies turn on a woman who felt bul­lied and was try­ing to play by her con­scious. Not only did he side with the bul­lies, but he ‘attacked’ her as well, and defriended her on the Face­book side as well.  I can tell you, the woman was, incred­i­bly hurt by what felt like a betrayal, and by the loss of a poten­tial ‘beau­ti­ful’ friend. She holds her friend­ships dear to her heart.

And yet, there are won­der­ful peo­ple play­ing there as well.  Peo­ple who play peace­fully, and who are capa­ble of treat­ing their neigh­bor with cour­tesy and kind­ness. Civil­ity does not fall through all the cracks, or through all the cracked ones.

The chem­istry for me is just cap­ti­vat­ing, and yet too painful in real life to go back and try to talk to these peo­ple to under­stand their actions.  Instead, I’d love to take a researcher’s seat– to stand back and watch what is going on, and stay in the back­seat and watch as per­sonal rela­tion­ships grow and fall apart, because of rules in a ‘vir­tual world’ reign supreme even in real life relationships.

I’d like to thank Cpt­nDead­eye, and Green­bay for their kind­ness.  Thank you to Cap­tain­Death, DavidK, Pit­bull, WPD_Barry, Scor, Sir­Fer­ret, Paul_D, KillerD (for not hit­ting me back) and oth­ers for help­ing me to under­stand myself a lit­tle more.  Some of us were par­tic­u­larly kind.  Some of us were very unkind, and some of us were sim­ply try­ing to stand up for what was right, even in a ‘vir­tual world.’

Legit­imi non carborundum”

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Meet My Bunch #1

 

 

A Short Remem­brance
of the Stu­arts
of Roger Mills County, OK.

 http://​pegrowe​.com/​?​p​a​g​e​_​i​d​=​1​722

 

Remem­ber to click these small images to see the big­ger pic­ture. In the pic­ture left to right: George Stu­art (man sit­ting), Woman on right, Eme­line Mur­phy Stu­art. Authors Great Grand­mother is the lit­tle girl sit­ting between George and Eme­line. The lit­tle boy between them is Lewis Bryan Stu­art. Ca: 1899.


 

 

 

 

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Dear Mom…

Dear Mom…

Ya, you the woman I don’t know any­more.  Some­one I’ve not had any kind of mean­ing­ful con­ver­sa­tion with in twenty years.  TWENTY YEARS!!!  I can date the date! I still have the let­ter you wrote me.  It would take me two min­utes to dig it out of my lock box, May 1991!  You can for­give, but you’ll NEVER for­get.  Ya, I guess we wrote each other off.

This past week, my hus­band fin­ished a fish pond for me.  There is still land­scap­ing to do around the whole project. Back­fill­ing and dig­ging out of a drainage ditch.  The good news is that the fish are safe in their new home, the water is being pumped and kept oxye­nated, and when all is said and done, we’ll have a quiet, and peace­ful place to sit and med­i­tate in the evenings.  We watch fish, we watch the birds, we talk to each other, we enjoy our sur­round­ings– we enjoy our life.

The Golden Idol

The lit­tle golden statue from Uncle Tom’s place now resides inside my pond. Bou­quet by Viki Ann Snyder.

I’ve already placed some water plants in the ‘upper’ pond on a shelf that he cre­ated in the mid­dle for me.  In the Corkscrew Rush that I had kept alive inside a cement mix­ing tub for a year prior, as I waited for this fish pond to become.… I placed a golden idol. This lit­tle statue is prob­a­bly a garage sale spe­cial, a Hindu God or God­dess. It sits in the typ­i­cal lotus med­i­ta­tion pose.  It once sat in my Uncle Tom’s front yard.  Once he passed,  I took it.  When  I made the deci­sion to take it, my mother asked, “What are you going to do with that?”  A sim­ple ques­tion that was asked in a tone of voice that I still rec­og­nize even after twenty years of not talk­ing.  There was a judge­ment state­ment mixed into that ques­tion. I choose to ignore it at the time, but I hear her voice when I look at that lit­tle statue. Some­thing that should remind me to lis­ten for the silence between my thoughts is instead set­ting off feel­ings of hurt, because she still doesn’t under­stand. Some­thing that should remind me of the love of my uncle, instead reminds me of the small mind­ed­ness of my mother, and oth­ers like her. Instead of remind­ing me that ALL IS DIVINE, I am hear­ing the record­ing of her voice.  For some rea­son, the past few days I can’t shake it.  And so I write.…

When I was grow­ing up, my mom was an athe­ist.  My assump­tion is that she is still is.  I know she has heard that I attend church, and am a mem­ber even.  I was raised athe­ist by her.  Dad was raised a Sev­enth Day Adven­tist.  His mother did not believe, his father did. My father believed. He stated so, though he did not attend church.  In this spir­i­tual mess, I have had to find my own way.  I was not taken to church even once as a child, my lessons came from a Catholic neigh­bor girl who told me I’d go to hell if I wasn’t baptized.

My guess is that my mother pic­tures me a small minded per­son.  It’s all I can think fits that judge­ment in her voice.  She must pic­ture me a South­ern Bap­tist, or a mem­ber of some other fun­da­men­tal­ist Chris­t­ian Sect.   I feel a pro­jec­tion of her­self falls onto me, I must be a fol­lower who reads direc­tions and gets a good result, but doesn’t think beyond the result or it’s con­se­quences as I move along through life.

Note to mom:  The gal you gave birth to is actu­ally a very deep thinker who does a LOT of research before she set­tles into much of any­thing.  I look at a lot of sources of infor­ma­tion before I make a com­mit­ment.  This is MY spir­i­tual quest.

By the late 1980’s I’d already shopped around for churches.  I’d owned a con­cor­dance, a bible, and had taken sev­eral bible study courses.  I knew all about Jesus, the Trin­ity, proph­esy, Daniel, the Rev­e­la­tions, etc. etc. etc.  I so wanted to be a Sev­enth Day Adven­tist like my father.  I did try out a South­ern Bap­tist Church.  But, I could not buy into their idea of GOD.  Depend­ing on whom you talked to there was  a judge­ment on the books of hell and damna­tion for most of human kind.  What was the point of even try­ing if that was the ulti­mate out­come??  And the flip side of that was that GOD loved(s) us like a father (i.e. a par­ent) loves his child.  If this is the case, how could he doom most of the the human race to hell?  It didn’t make sense to me.

While attend­ing col­lege at Santa Rose Junior Col­lege, I took a com­par­a­tive mythol­ogy class, and Native Amer­i­can Art Classes. It is amaz­ing how much spir­i­tu­al­ism is tied up in human art­work. I also took psy­chol­ogy classes.  I read, I read, I read. I read stud­ies and found out that one way or another the human brain is struc­tured to believe and the brain is health­ier when it BELIEVES.  All of this was to add to knowl­edge I’d already got­ten on my own from sources such as Alan Watts, and Joseph Camp­bell, etc.,  etc.  In it’s most sim­plis­tic form, reli­gion is in a way, human kind’s way of explain­ing their envi­ro­ment and exis­tence.   But, it is not that cut and dried.  Dur­ing this time, while in the process of a divorce, I also entered AA and Alanon, not because I was an alco­holic but because I was attracted to them and I saw it as a way to edu­cate myself.  I worked the 12-steps.  At this point, I was tak­ing my very first baby-steps to belief in the Divine.

In 1998, I started attend­ing a Dis­ci­ples of Christ Church in Gey­serville, CA.  My ini­tial moti­va­tion was my son.  I was try­ing to instill some “good stuff.” In the begin­ning, because I was so shy, and because I have had bad expe­ri­ences with judg­men­tal fundi­men­tal­ists, I went in, sat there politely, and ran out when the ser­vice was over.   Yes, over the long run it was there I met peo­ple who became my fam­ily, and a pas­tor who could finally explain things to me in a way that I under­stood, and could accept. Dis­ci­ples of Christ is an “OPEN AND AFFIRMING” church and way of life.  I could not have found a more lov­ing home.

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Just a lit­tle side note here:
No, I do not believe that civ­i­liza­tion was built in seven lit­eral days.  Yes, I believe in metaphor for the sake of teach­ing.
To para­phrase, “Open thy mind, & heart & all will be yours…”

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In my process of find­ing GOD, I have learned that there is DIVINE in every­thing.  Divin­ity is within us, as we were made in It’s image.  The fact that we breath at all is Divine, because at the very least we can cel­e­brate each day the fact that we ARE ALIVE.  No mat­ter what YOU call GOD, be it Shiva, Bud­dha, Mohammed, Jesus, the Eter­nal, the Blessed, The Word –no mat­ter what you choose to call it, the bot­tom line is LOVE and Accep­tance.  The mes­sage of most of the world’s reli­gions (or myths as some believe) all share that com­mon mes­sage that all is DIVINE and LOVE is the answer.

The con­clu­sion of all these expe­ri­ences is that I have found that the Divine resides in and around all things.  How sim­ple is it to take that thought and look at a lit­tle golden Hindu statue , and know that it sym­bol­izes someone’s idea of The Divine?  Know­ing this, could I not use it to remind myself to keep seek­ing a peace­ful life, a peace­ful mind, and a peace­ful and lov­ing spirit?   How could look­ing at that lit­tle statue not remind me of my uncle’s love which was so gen­er­ously pro­vided — and indeed, one of the more beau­ti­ful and lov­ing expe­ri­ences of my life.

I’m very happy feel­ing peace­ful, know­ing that what­ever GOD is, in soul and spirit that It’s bot­tom line is Love, and Accep­tance.  And that this God is big enough to real­ize that humans need to see him/her in many dif­fer­ent forms, and fol­low on many dif­fer­ent paths.  Dif­fer­ent but not wrong.  Your path is dif­fer­ent from mine, but it does not ele­vate you over me.

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Rogue Security Programs

Spring has sprung in South­ern Oregon.

Had a client come to me and tell me he had a bad prob­lem with his com­puter.  It was an easy diag­no­sis.  It was a “rogue” secu­rity pro­gram.  A pro­gram that installs itself from var­i­ous web­sites and soft­ware and then runs itself, takes over your com­puter, and swears you have a virus and other var­i­ous prob­lems.  Prob­lem is, he didn’t have a prob­lem until this pro­gram came along.

This par­tic­u­lar client did not want his machine for­mat­ted and the sys­tem software(s) rein­stalled.  Which is ashame.  It’s the fastest and most cost effi­cient way to han­dle it.  In my (not) so hum­ble opin­ion the only proper way to han­dle the problem.

How­ever, yes, I was able to rid the machine of the soft­ware. It took many hours, lot’s of scan­ning, and then some ser­vices needed to be turned back on, and cor­rupted files needed to be rebuilt. Lit­er­ally, four days worth of work.

Why this “rouge” secu­rity pro­gram is not clas­si­fied as a virus is beyond me. It installs tro­jans, takes over the machine, and basi­cally strong-arms the PC user into pay­ing for ser­vices that were not needed until it came along.  My client was most cer­tainly will­ing to pay, as a lot of folks are, to just get his com­puter back.  Prob­lem is, after you pay, things don’t usu­ally go back to being nor­mal.  You still pay some­one like me to get rid of the dirt!

There are sev­eral ways to help keep this “rouge” (Vista Anti­spy­ware 2007, was the name, though it has many) from vis­it­ing you.  Keep in mind that, good habits can help lessen the damage.

1. Back up, Back up, Back up.  Regard­less of any­thing that hap­pens along the way,  if you back up your files to a drive that it not attached to the machine (exter­nal, thumb, flash, etc.) then at least you’ve got those saved and you won’t worry so much about loos­ing data.

2. When check­ing email only open attach­ments from some­one or a com­pany that YOU KNOW and TRUST.

3.  Always run an Anti-virus pro­gram. There are a few good FREE ones out there avail­able. Microsoft Secu­rity Essen­tials is FREE! (down­load here)

4. Run a pro­gram called Mal­ware­bytes (an anti-malware pro­gram) on a reg­u­lar basis.  Depend­ing on your usuage, per­haps at least once per week.  There is really no excuse, there is a FREE ver­sion.  (down­load here)

5. NEVER use TORRENT (or other peer to peer net­work­ing)  pro­grams.  Look the truth is, if you are using this pro­gram there is a really, really GOOD chance you are down­load­ing ille­gal soft­ware, music, or pho­tos.  It is a per­fect way to get a virus.  If you want a virus, just keep using it. If what you are doing is actu­ally legal, then only down­load from known, & trusted peo­ple.  Per­son­ally, I NEVER use them.

6. Only down­load soft­ware from known and trusted sources. I use CNET (down​load​.com), Tucows, and a cou­ple other places.  Or I don’t down­load.  Games are noto­ri­ous for con­tain­ing viruses and mal­ware.  Think twice, and think about buy­ing the game off the shelf where it is more than 99.9% change it is virus free!

Be pre­pared, that in the case this virus does catch up with you, that you are ready to have your hard drive wiped and all soft­ware rein­stalled.  If you are not ready for that, then you are not ready to have a virus.

Have a great day!! Peg

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ooo, he found my website!

Got a phone call from the ex a few hours ago. He found my web­site…  ‘course he’s not try­ing to cause trouble.

He could have called his mother to get his daughter’s (who is NOT his daugh­ter any­more) phone num­ber. Then he could have called the daugh­ter directly and relayed the message.

So, Mr. Ex— Mr. Denial him­self.  Ok, you found my web­site, and you have a phone num­ber that doesn’t come to my house. Thankfully!

By find­ing my web­site, you prob­a­bly know I prob­a­bly live in Dou­glas County, Ore­gon.  You might even have fig­ured out I’m in it’s south­ern end.

Here’s my mes­sage to you!!!  You don’t need to call me, not even to give a mes­sage to a kid.  Your mes­sage today was much less a mes­sage about Pam, as it was a mes­sage to let me know you found me. WooooHOOOOOOOOOOO!  Obvi­ously, you’ve not changed.

I’ve got news for you, I’m happy, I’m healthy, I’m hap­pily mar­ried to a man who doesn’t beat me up nightly and then tell me he’s just “play­ing” and that it’s “wrestling”… He’s never bruised me and no more of my teeth have been cracked, chipped, or bro­ken. I’ve never cried, and through my tears asked him if he felt big because of the way he treated me.

Leave me alone. Stay away from me. We are NOT friends. Far as I could tell, our mar­riage was a sham from the beginning–you never took the time to ‘know’ me, or love me…  I was prop­erty, I was used and abused.

There is a major league fence around my prop­erty. With “NO TRESPASSING” all over it. There have been talks with local law offi­cials about how legal our set up is in terms of tres­passers and prosecution.

Do not step on to my prop­erty. DO NOT enter my door.

Let’s just say if you do, I know how to pro­tect myself, and I WILL!!

We might run into each other, maybe at child’s wed­ding, but my guess is that the more time goes on the less chance there is even of that hap­pen­ing.  If we do, we can be peace­ful. I won’t acknowl­edge you because I don’t have to. The adop­tion of my chil­dren and the removal of YOU on their birth cer­tifi­cates means I can totally deny your exisi­tance.  Do not walk up to me and expect con­ver­sa­tion.  Our ideas of ‘real­ity’ are too far apart to ever rec­on­cile.  This why I FILED FOR DIVORCE!

If this isn’t a strong enough mes­sage than noth­ing ever will be.
Just don’t call me again, & stay away too!

Thank you

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VOIP (Voice over internet protocol) Phones

A dis­cus­sion is on-going on Face­book this morn­ing between myself and a friend and her friends.

It’s about some­thing which I have a lit­tle bit of expe­ri­ence with.  I’ve used VOIP phones for nearly six years now. Basi­cally since the begin­ning of the tech­nol­ogy.  I’ve spent most of my time with Von­age.  But, have expe­ri­ence with Mag­ic­Jack and NetTalk Duo.

Cur­rently, I am using the NetTalk Duo at home.  I let Von­age go when I dis­cov­ered NetTalk while look­ing for a way  to keep costs down at home. (Oh yes, this econ­omy has hit us PC gurus, too) Von­age, in my opin­ion, while  a great ser­vice have priced them­selves right out of the ball game for a techo­log­i­cal guru like me.  I like to exper­i­ment with new tech­nol­ogy but I also like to spend my money on things I want not on things I need. ha!

Von­age is far supe­rior in ser­vices ren­dered.  It’s just that the other two are much cheaper.  NetTalk is a young com­pany that will no doubt expand their ser­vices as they grow.  So, my money is bank­ing on NetTalk. I’ll take my money and run, thank you!

The fol­low­ing is a copy & paste from the con­ver­sa­tion and include high­lights, and com­par­isons between Mag­ic­Jack & NetTalk Duo:

“…the magic jack does NOT sup­port 911!! And they are now charg­ing yearly fees of around 40 dol­lars per year. We have some­thing called NetTalk Duo. It has an ini­tial cost of $70. You get a phone num­ber, voice mail, and all that plus it sup­ports 911. With kids, I’d think you’d want that. They have also now insti­tuted a yearly fee of $29. Free calls w/in US & Canada.”  (In this house­hold there is one child, and two middle-aged par­ents both with heart health issues.  We MUST have 911 here).

When using VOIP devices, “…most the time when calls are messed up it’s over issues that can be cor­rected– the device itself needs reset, or devices (wire­less, etc) are phys­i­cally too close to one another and need to spaced out bet­ter. Mag­ic­Jack requires a PC to work, period. NetTalk requires a router (which you prob­a­bly have). I do sug­gest that you have at min­i­mum DSL, and cable inter­net works best with these devices. Hav­ing said that, it’s worth it. We have NO monthly phone bill. We also can­celled our cable TV, we bought a Roku box and get TV via that. We have opted for Net­flix, $7 a mo. option. Our sav­ings jus­ti­fies keep­ing cable inter­net turned on.”

“…DSL & cable inter­net are always on. In gen­eral the router is always turned on. It’s the PC that would be turned on/off. So, if you go with Mag­ic­Jack then you’d have to leave your PC on 100% of the time to have a phone always avail­able. There are other devices out there besides these two. These two are just the ones I am fami­lar with. We know some­one who swears by another brand all together. I didn’t choose it because (at the time the deci­sion was made) it also didn’t sup­port 911. NetTalk & the other device are avail­able via Inter­net & Walmart.”

My 2 cents worth.  ~Peggy, God­dess of Geek, or GOG for short! :)

http://​www​.nettalk​.com

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