A Well Snapped Chicken Butt...
Today I was sitting here in the living room of the coding house that the software venture has rented. I was at my desk working on my new MacBook Air. The front door was open to allow a cross breeze through the house. Right beside the front door is a bag with about 20-30 empty beer bottles. I suppose that one day we'll be sufficiently organized to take them to the store for a return credit.
I was the only one in the living room. The other two guys were in their own rooms.
Suddenly I heard the sound of bottles moving against each other. After a moment I got up and walked to the bag and saw that something was inside and moving. Very curious, I opened the bag and looked.
A chicken had walked into the house, climbed into the bag, and apparently was trying to nest ... perhaps to lay an egg or something.
There have been occasions when one or more chickens have come inside the house, but I've always been immediately aware of their presence and chased them outside. I've no idea how long this particular hen had been inside the house.
Yesterday I bought a MacBook Air. The power supply to my cooling fan on my five year old Dell Latitude finally gave out. I can still use it ... if I put the PC on top of something frozen to keep it sufficiently cool.
I spent my first evening updating the software and operating system on the MacBook Air. It took hours.
Today I've been figuring out how to transfer data from the PC hard drive to my MacBook. Migration Assistant did nothing. The Mac did not recognize my PC.
I spent a good part of the afternoon figuring out how to move my Thunderbird profile. Identifying its location was not hard in Windows. But identifying the profile location in Mac took a good two or three hours to find.
After much searching, I discovered a set of commands: CMD + SHIFT + G will let you look for particular files. Thunderbird profiles in Mac are located here: ~/Library/Thunderbird/
Then it is a matter of copying the Thunderbird profile from the PC to the Profile folder in Mac. Also had to copy over profiles.ini.
Once I did this, I opened Thunderbird. All my e-mails were there!
Opening a New MacBook Air
I am dependent up on a chiropractor largely due to being beat up many years ago. I'd been living in Milwaukee volunteering with a Christian ministry. I was waiting for a city bus at the corner of 27th and Fon du Lac in early May 1992 which was at that time a pretty bad part of town—and may yet be for all I know.
This was about two weeks after the Rodney King riots in Los Angeles. I latter found out that blacks had rioted in sections of Milwaukee, but the media kept that information under wraps. I found out about this from a friend of mine who owned a Motorola two-way radio franchise and who also did videography. He filmed some of the riots and social unrest in Milwaukee’s ghettos.
I was minding my own business, looking up the street for the first indication of the bus. Suddenly I felt my legs buckle, and I began sinking to the ground.
I was being punched, kicked, and viciously assaulted by two young black males in their early twenties. The first punch had been thrown at my right jaw. It completely stunned me. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. I stumbled to my feet and ran. I dodged in and out of four lanes of traffic crossing the street. The guys came after me, so I ran back again to the other side. They followed. . . . Read More
Photo: Kibera, Nairobi's Notorious Slum
I've been in Nairobi for a little over one month.
Yesterday I took a walking tour in Kibera, Nairobi's infamous slum. My guide was Sue, a young twenty something woman who has lived in the slum her entire life. According to NGOs that work in Kibera,
The Kenyan Government has done nothing for Kibera. There are no title deeds, no sewage, no water, no roads, no government schools and hospitals and no services of any kind. — Advance Africa
Most houses here are wooden shacks with a mud floor and a tin roof — no toilets or running water.
There are no sewered toilets in Kibera and most of the households have traditional pit latrines. These are inadequate and fill up quickly. Limited access to exhauster services has rendered about 30 percent of latrines unusable. — Kenya Water for Health Organisation
On the face of it, Kibera is pretty bad. In places, the stench of human waste and rotting garbage is enough to make you hold your breath and continue walking until you've moved on a good twenty meters or so.
The dirt roads are compacted dirt, trash, sewage, and more dirt. Kids run and play on this filth. . . . Read More