Going through remnants and reminders

One of the (buddhist) benefits of having to start a life from scratch in another country is that you learn to separate yourself from your worldly goods. I have slimmed and shaved my existance in the U.S. to nothing more than a few boxes (and the majority of these boxes is books).
So when i decided to come over here (at that time temporarily) in 1999 i really cut down on what i needed. anyway i'm getting off track; the moral of this story is that on this rather boring sunday night i was going through my desk. Leafing through some of the only old 'archeological' belongings i have. You know, the things when you touch them take you just a minute to zap back to the present. I have spent the last couple of hours reading my old travel journal and diary, and ruffling through my old phone book (who still actually has one of these?) and ripping out pages (of people i can't remember or that i know i'll never ever never see again-more buddhist purging per se) and seeing what i had stuffed in the end pockets. This is the little treasure that i found. I remember carefully putting it in my phone book and thinking 'this is something i need to keep'.

For those of you that knew me before 1999, maybe you remember me mentioning "the horoscope". In 1998, a year before i was to finish at NIU, i had heard about the "assistantship" in France. so i planned after i graduated to work and live the supremely bohemean artist life in France for eight months. A couple months before graduation i prepared the information sheets, application form, essay and lettre de motvation for an assistantship: somewhere, anywhere in France. Then i kissed it good luck and put it in the mail.
Here is where destiny decided to send me a monumentally huge sign in an itty bitty piece of newspaper. Only a few days after I had kissed it good luck (and weeks before i would recieve the confirmation letter) this was my horoscope.

Never in the history of horoscopes or planetal alignments has a horoscope been as acurate as a perfectly solved mathmatical equation.

I don't believe in coincidence.

still no internet......

hiya,

still no internet. and this time no turning-off then turning-on will do the trick. I'm learning though. Aparently the firewall that comes with Windows XP is every I.T. person's nightmare. All the computer people out there are aware of its crapness. so crap indeed that windows XP is going off the market next year because the firewall problem is only one of a few.
Laughs and giggles for those poor helpless clueless technology fools (of course me being one), i tell ya.

so, i'm still waiting for an I.T. friend to help me.

so, i'm still in search of the perfect word from Merriam-Webster.com that means "sick and tired of being helpless", because untill I find it, that word for the moment is "Leila"

Again Shakespeare shapes our lovely language

slugabed • \SLUG-uh-bed\ • noun
: a person who stays in bed after the usual or proper time to get up; broadly : sluggard

Example sentence:
Rather than be a slugabed for her entire vacation, Jeanne made it a goal to rise at 6:00 AM and go for a jog every morning.

Did you know?
The first known usage of "slugabed" in English can be found in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (1592), when Juliet's nurse attempts to rouse the young heroine by chiding, "Why, lamb! why, lady! Fie, you slug-abed!" The first half of the word, "slug," is a now-rare verb once used in English to mean "to be lazy or inert" or "to move slowly." Experts believe this word to be of Scandinavian origin, and the same thing can be said of the noun "slug," which can mean "sluggard" or "lazy person" as well as refer to the slow-moving gastropod. The second half of our featured word, "abed," is a word still used in English today to mean "in bed."

found on m-w.com
this is the word of the day for April 6th

So sick of everything being so freakin complicated

hi,

it's me.
yuh, huh. my internet access isn't working. AGAIN. i tried the various three or four things i know how to do and of course...... nothing.

i'm sick of being dependant on other people to fix my i.t. snags. and this little snich came just after (because of?) the fact that i had another problem on -get this- on April first.

here's a word of advice for those of you who were wondering how to maneuvre around the anti-virus world of protection.
If you change anti-viruses you must FIRST un-install the one you have. only AFTER can you install the other. More than one anti-virus is too much 'whatever' for a computer to handle. and apparently Norton is the most difficult in several aspects.

so the mortal mistake i made was to try to install my new one before i had taken out the old. I even de-activated it so there wouldn't be conflict.
There was conflict anyway.
An afternoon later, after being in the hands of the IT specialist at one of the schools I work at and the final conculusion? Apparently Norton AND the one I tried to install are un-removable. He emptied the files, so there is nothing in there but the computer really doesnt want to let go. nostalgia maybe;
and after, just like that! with no warning -to prepare myself mentally- my internet connection wasn't working. AGAIN.
the most frustrating part is that i'm half way there. the network display shows that i'm connected, the counter is turning, the seconds and minutes that indicate i'm "connected" are steadily rolling on.
But can i open an internet page?
oh of course not dahhhlink.

So, as the helpless-lost-in-the-forest-of-technology-princess searches for the light of day (and the portal to the window of the world - i have no internet.

i just have to ask, WHY is this so ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ complicated! i would so love to not be dependant on the magicians who touch here, click there, open and close various boxes and squares and then say
"oh it was a little scribble blabble hubsupple radoupple. so i jruggmed it, then swehommled it. and there you go!"