SOPA Opera

I'm not one for boycotts or petitions to try to sway congresscritters who are not my own. I spent too much time covering state legislatures to be deluded into thinking anyone except big money supporters can influence a politician from outside his/her own constituency.

Both my US Senators as well as my Congressional rep have been against SOPA/PIPA from day one, as well as the two Congressfolk both north and south of my district. It's effing Silicon Valley, folks. If California's senators had been Republicans, it would be an entirely different story.

I have nothing to be worried about. All the content on my journal and web site is my own, or is there with permission of the copyright holder, or is in the public domain. Everything I cross-post on FB falls firmly under the fair use clause, and/or had been placed in the public domain by the creators.

I don't steal content via file sharing sites. There is no noble reason behind this, I mostly don't think there is anything out there worth waiting for days to download.

For those of you who live in the US and are unfortunate enough to be represented by proponents of these bills, email them, phone them, snailmail them and let them know you contribute to the campaigns of candidates who oppose them and the bills.

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Meanwhile, Diane Feinstein turns 79 in June. One wonders if she is considering retirement.

Another Freezing Day In Paradise

It was 30 degrees outside when I woke up this morning. It was also 7 am, and I had been fast asleep. This is a Good Thing, since it is two days in a row of actual deep sleep. My wake-up is a combination of my radio coming on fairly loudly on the local sports channel, plus the two bedroom lamps lighting up. One is a bright natural light lamp, which is amazingly effective.

Last night I took the last of the amoxillin. Back of the throat is still irritated, and my attempt to sing along with the Showboat soundtrack was only marginally successful. Old Man River is definitely in a higher key than the version I sing for auditions. Makes sense -- while in the original 1936 movie (which my music is from) it was sung by basso profundo Paul Robeson, in  this 1951 remake baritone William Warfield does the honors.

Took my time getting to work. Ran up against a couple of tests which refused to let me set them up. Lunchtime there was a small package to pick up at the apartment office, then lunch at Sizzler. For a change I had one of their senior meals, tri-tip in mushroom burgundy sauce. It was pretty good, but the beef had more gristle than one would expect. Back at work, more tests which did not cooperate.

1-on-1 with boss, he showed me a way to find some more tests I could run. Maybe.

Started on one which tested whether subtitles from a program continued to play when interrupted by a commercial. When I thought I was about done I looked at the time, it was 6:20, well past time to leave. Slogged through San Thomas traffic to the corner Starbucks, and have been here enjoying  a chai latte and eye candy for a while now.

Signed up for a photo shoot for Sunday late afternoon. Green-eyed model, should be good portrait work.I may use the 60mm macro.

Plans for tomorrow:
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