…..this morning is this unusual commercial from one of Germany’s largest chain of supermarkets:
A few months ago, I cleared my desk of my large 24 inch Samsung monitor, as using it while wearing progressive bifocals just doesn’t work and as a result, I hadn’t used it in ages.
I’ve been doing a lot of intense PC work lately, much of which forces me to do a lot of clicking between windows which is annoying and slows me down considerably.
So, I decided to get the 24-inch monitor out of the basement and use it as a second monitor. This was surprisingly easy on my linux system. It worked “out of the box”, actually. I just plugged it into the laptop and there it was, no configuration necessary, linux detected the monitor and its resolution. I moved one of the running applications on the laptop to the second (larger) monitor with a right click, and there it was. My workspace is now spread over two monitors, and I’ve got to say, that is a really cool way to work and increase productivity.
Currently, I’ve got firefox and about 20 open tabs on the big monitor, and my e-mail and open office on the laptop monitor.
The only disadvantage is that I can’t read the big monitor at all with the progressive bifocals. Nor with just the bare eyes, even though the text is pretty large. Not really with the reading glasses, unless I sit so close to my desk that the front edge of it is practically pushed into my stomach.
I may have to break down and get a pair of computer glasses after all.
It’s hard to believe that 12 years ago I was able to read anything and everything without any glasses.
C’est la vie.
It’s just a normal Thursday here, but to all of those celebrating with a wonderful roast turkey meal, have a great Thanksgiving!
For those having Boef Bourgoignon, happy cooking and let me know how it turned out!
…in weather it has been. Last week, it was almost warm enough to have lunch outside in the garden, now, we have snow and last night we had temps of 21F. That’s quite an adjustment.
My love-hate relationship with my spine-friendly office chair continues.
It’s by far the best chair I have ever owned. The base of it is a tire (I think I need to reinflate it just a tad) and the idea is that when you sit on it, you should be tipping and swiveling, keeping your spine from being in one position all day. Ever since I got it about a year ago, I’ve had hardly any back problems. So, yes, I love it.
But I miss slouching. I miss it a lot.
But don’t you just love the color? Reminds me of that green apple shampoo I was so crazy about as a kid.
Favorite sentence learned in a foreign language this week:
Je suis relativement sûr.
I love the sound of it.
….kitchen window this morning was, well, see for yourself.
I knew it was coming, it was in the forecast, but I guess I hadn’t expected it to accumulate yet.
While September and most of October were too cold, this month has been way above average in terms of temperature. El Nino saying hello, I guess.
With the snow now falling, it’s more easy to believe that Christmas is just a month away, though I seem to have mislaid that Christmas spirit and I don’t think I’ll find it in time this year.
There is some hypocracy in celebrating Christmas this year I think. At least for those people who want to give Muslims special ID cards (am I the only one reminded of a yellow star by this?) and those politicians everywhere, Europe and America, who want to refuse war refugees entry.
If Bethlehem had been republican ruled, or by Donald Trump, or Victor Orban, etc., I guess Jesus would have been born elsewhere.
You’ve been my companion for so long. You are so loyal, so obedient, so intelligent, so wonderfully thickheaded and so affectionate.
A wild and stray cat that wouldn’t let anyone within 20 feet of her became one of your best friends, due mostly to your gentleness, patience and the trustworthiness that your body language conveyed to her. I remember as if it were yesterday how you defended little Miez from the big old male cat that wanted to beat her up. You made me proud. You still do.
You’ve been fishing, have gone out on the lake with us in the row boat, you’ve strode the sidewalks of downtown Munich, rode in elevators, and stopped a policeman running through the yard in the middle of the night dead in his tracks when you were barely 8 months old.
We took you in the car to see the mountains that we were always enjoying on our motorcycles, and you appeared fascinated.
You’ve also traveled across the lake on a steamer, but you didn’t fancy that much. (We won’t repeat that one).
You’re the best, Tobi. Truly.
…I forgot how to make a decent cup of black tea.
I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately, having discovered some awesome tasting organic chai tea varieties, but now and then I get the urge for a cup of good old black tea with milk and sweetener.
My grandma C. got me into tea when I was in my teens. I can’t recall ever seeing grandma C. without a cup of tea, I might be wrong, as memories can fool a person after so many years, but that’s how I remember it. Rose tea was the brand, I think. Or something with the name “Rose” in the brand.
Grandma C. is also responsible for my love of yarn and creating things with it. She was always working on at least one afghan for someone in the family and made many beautiful things.
Anyhow, my tea is turning out too weak, too strong, too much milk, I don’t know. The big questions in life. One bag or two, for a large cup? Let it seep long? Maybe not? I’ll just keep practicing.
And pour the failed experiments down the drain.
Three blondes are sitting by the side of a river holding fishing poles with the lines in the water. A Game Warden comes up behind them, taps them on the shoulder and says, “Excuse me, ladies, I’d like to see your fishing licenses.”
“We don’t have any,” replied the first blonde.
“Well, if you’re going to fish, you need fishing licenses,” said the Game Warden.
“But officer,” replied the second blonde, “we aren’t fishing. We all have magnets at the end of our lines and we’re collecting debris off the bottom of the river.”
The Game Warden lifted up all the lines and, sure enough, there were horseshoe magnets tied on the end of each line. “Well, I know of no law against it,” said the Game Warden. “Take all the debris you want.” And with that, he left.
As soon as the Game Warden was out of sight, the three blondes started laughing hysterically. “What a dumb Fish Cop,” the second blonde said to the other two. “Doesn’t he know that there are steelhead trout in this river?”
There are lots of useful tools on the internet, I use many of them.
One of my favorites is Google Translate, which lets you translate text from and to any language you’d like. It doesn’t do perfect translations, but it’s helpful when you have text in a foreign language from which you need to glean some understanding.
Like all online tools, however, it should be used with care, as detailed in this article at presse-citron.net:
Un festival culinaire devient le « festival du clitoris » à cause d’un bug de Google Translate http://www.presse-citron.net/un-festival-culinaire-devient-le-festival-du-clitoris-a-cause-dun-bug-de-google-translate/
And if you don’t understand enough french to be able to read the article, well, paste the text into Google Translate.
(Though personally, I think the title is self-explanatory).