Everything You Need to Know About Your Dust Bunny Collection

List or numbers posts are getting silly. A blog post used to be an article about one general idea. Until some bright SEO driven marketer, wanting to drive more traffic to their site came up with topic titles using lists.

“How to improve your Dust Bunny Collection” would have been a popular post title in the past.

This type of post could be hashed and rehashed into several different follow-up posts, all focused on collection, care, and maintenance of Dust Bunny Collections.

MadBunnyAmbitious Bloggers or web site owners focused on marketing decided they needed to one up single topic posts. They started producing posts with thought provoking titles such as:

“Two ways to improve your Dust Bunny Collection”

Of course this was the beginning of the numbers trend in post titles for web content. Everyone was producing content with their post titles starting with numbers. One way to… Two slick ways to… Three unbelievable ways to…rehash Dust Bunny Collections.

Eventually numbers two and three in a post title became passé. Those sharp marketing guru’s out on the bleeding edge decided to up the ante:

“Five great ways to improve your Dust Bunny Collection” became the new norm. If you couldn’t come up with at least five creative ways to improve someones Dust Bunny Collection, you were behind the power curve in the SEO marketing world. It was probably time to throw your keyboard away.

If you have a garden variety reading interest like I do, you may notice that five ways is being supplanted by six or seven ways. Those marketers out on the leading edge of going one better seem to have skipped a few numbers.

The newest numbers trend I am reading on the web these days is:

“Ten ways to improve your Dust Bunny Collection”

Soon ten ways will not be enough. Maybe a dozen or more ways to improve your Dust Bunny Collection is more fitting? Create e-books maybe? I can hardly wait.

Has content fallen to quantity? Content no longer seems as important as quantity. Content is stolen, filtered and reposted almost as fast as it appears.

It is all about the numbers now, both post titles and web traffic. You the reader are ebing cheated. What happens if I am curious about one specific item about my Dust Bunny collection? What if I want to know whether I should spray each of my precious bunnies with hair spray to help them last longer?

Do I need to read repetitive clone posts containing a dozen or more ways to maintain my Dust Bunny Collection when I want advice on one specific item? How did we ever manage before marketing and post titles by the numbers became so popular?

There are times where a number of points are better to cover a topic, or make a point. These times are limited however. Do I really wish to read 11 points I already know about looking for one great insight to put my Dust Bunny Collection over the top? Why waste my time in this manner, reading  watered content. I bet you do not want to waste your time reading rehash either.

I find myself skipping articles I may be interested in when the title starts off with numbers. I would rather read a post about what I want to know rather than waste my time on an article I have to wade through looking for something, which may not even be there.

Shame on me for wasting your time. Excessive reading about Dust Bunny Collections, and what did you learn? I suppose this post is really lacking in quality, though it is filled to the brim with quantity.

New Sheriff in Town

I think the website OSnews is  fishing for comments or missed the mark completely on this article. The article makes a point that a 2003 post which states if Linux is to dominate the world of computers Linux needs to have one and only one desktop.

While the thought has some merit, it has too many fallacies to be treated as anything but noise. Anyone care to drive one specific model of car, sleep in the same brand name bed, eat the same meals as the rest of the world? I think not.

We live in a world filled with choices. Linux is one of the best OS choices for many. Some Linux users obviously feel it is important that Linux as an Operating System rule the world, and dominate Microsoft and Apple. For myself, I need to use all three Operating Systems, and as far as I can see into the future, no single OS has an edge on the other.

NewSheriffinTownI would think we (as in the whole world) have had enough of world domination attempts to know they do not work, and why they are not good for all people. Linux, Microsoft, and Apple are no exception to this idea of domination.. If Linux were to become the worlds OS of choice, Linux would be seen as another Microsoft or Apple, only worse, and a new OS would rise from the trenches and become the favorite of those who are able to make their own choices.

As for OSnews, I hope they achieved their objective, whatever it is.

Fearful or Fearless Living

Do you find or have you noticed how fear based we live? I mean really. If you have children or remember your childhood, who was always lurking, waiting to get you when you least expected it?

Do you know how many predators are on the Internet waiting to get into your head? Is your credit card, checking, bank account safe? How about your credit score, is someone in this instant stealing your identity?

Does your computer have a virus? Are the locks on your doors good enough? DO you have insurance if everything you own is stolen? How about your life? Can you afford a long hospital stay if you are hurt. Can you afford to have yourself buried?

I refuse to live in a fear based world, and live a fear based life. I am on a one way trip, and if I have to be here, I want to enjoy myself. I want to live a full life. I accept risk is a part of living.
I like people most days. I talk to strangers frequently, even when they do not respond or reply. I talk with homeless people. I occasionally pick up hitchhikers. I don’t pretend to be on my cell phone when someone is walking down the street towards me. I also try not to be stupid.

I like to take walks in different places. Sometimes I take those walks at night down dimly lit streets in strange cities, when I have no idea if I am in a safe part of town or not.

I started hitchhiking when I was eight. I was still hitchhiking at 26 in a foreign country. I walked the streets of a city in Korea alone. I walked in Jerusalem and enjoyed myself. I found myself lost in the wrong part of town in Gary, Indiana. I walked the streets in the bad part of town in South Chicago.

Only once, did I have a gun pointed in my face. I thought I could walk down the barrel of that pistol with my arms spread wide and not touch the sides of the barrel. Guess what? It was my own fault. I was young and stupid, and shot my mouth off to the wrong people. I was in a part of Minneapolis, where gangs were a way of life at that time. I lived in a town of six square miles at the time. I was ignorant.

It was 01:40 in the morning when I clicked on Yahoo. Below are some of the headlines. In one way or another, these headlines are meant to arouse fear in you. If you feel no fear, the headlines want to introduce the possibility of fear. Suggesting you are doing, not doing, know or do not know something you should. Some of the fears are personal, others are national, and some are vague. These are all fear based headlines in one way or another.

Of the Moment: Brazilian Wax in Crisis: A Report

Make this monster pay a price: Why we needed to hear from Dick Cheney one last time

7 Things the Middle Class Can’t Afford Anymore

Supreme Court Says Ignorance Of The Law Is An Excuse — If You’re A Cop

‘Melting Away,’ Camille Seaman’s photographs of fragile Arctic icebergs

Police: Utah man tried to kidnap child actress

Beers Americans No Longer Drink

What would happen if the Yellowstone supervolcano actually erupted?

What You Need to Watch on Netflix Before It Expires in January

Lost in the Fog with Alzheimer’s

‘The View’s’ Whoopi Goldberg Questions Beverly Johnson Over Bill Cosby Allegedly Attacking Her (Video)

40 Incorrectly Used Words That Can Make You Look Dumb

Russia to Retaliate Against the US Over Sanctions, Troops and Warheads Ready

The Truth About Bananas

The Scary Thing One Couple Did For 365 Days Straight To Save Their Marriage

America: Australia’s Dangerous Ally”

So you lost a shoe

Life is for living and having fun

You may not even realize you live in fear. Think about what you take for granted. Chester the Molester does not live next door to you. Monsters are not under your bed. Strangers are not people to be scared of. Mexicans and other illegals are not living the high life while you struggle to make ends meet. The world is probably not going to end next week.

If you are a Parent raising children in a fear based environment, think about what you are doing to your children, banishing them to a fear based life too.

Santa Clause, and not God rewards good children, and occasionally punishes bad children. Your child’s bedroom floor does not become alive with snakes when the lights go out. Tens of thousands of people died today, and tens of thousands of people will die tomorrow many of hunger, whether your children eat all their food or not.

Sure, horrible things happen to good people. Every day there are reports about bad things happening to good people. People are kidnapped, raped, and killed on a daily basis. You are still here, and you are safe.

People are also doing good things every day, trying to make a difference. Helping those who need food, clothing, or shelter. Reading books to children in the school library. Taking the time to open the door, carry groceries, or help in any number of ways. Every day tens of thousands of people are volunteering, helping where help is needed.

Each of us has one life. We can spend it living in fear, or we can spend it knowing that for the most part, every person we see tomorrow may be a better person than we are.

Living a fear based life keeps you small, doing the least you can do. The only change is change for the worse. Living in reality, and accepting something could happen to you, but probably never will, opens the door to the life you really want to live.

On Earth, as it is in Heaven

If you have watched the movie, “Heaven is for real”, you can relate to this post. Or maybe if you have watched this movie recently. Myself, I think I have watched it four or so times this month. The movie may have really reached out and grabbed me. Or maybe there was nothing else I wanted to watch in the moment. Maybe it was planned that way just for me.

Not so much the little boy and his visit to heaven, but some of the ideas in the movie reached out and caught my attention. One of these ideas I find fascinating. The part where the Dad comes back to the church to preach again.

He has a few words written on a sheet of paper. He doesn’t seem to have any real idea what he is going to say to fill in the rest of his talk. I won’t do any quoting as I probably have it out of context, but two ideas from this scene really made an impression on me.

The first thought is, if we were all in heaven, would we be doing anything differently than we are right now? This is something many people (I think) have not given any serious thought to, other than perhaps when we say our prayers, if that is something we do, or we go to church services.

What would we be doing different if we were in heaven? I really do not see many of us competing with the angels in the singing department. Nor do I see many of us in a church setting for most of our waking day, every day.

SwingingSomething that really stuck out for me was the phrase, ‘On earth as it is in heaven’. This, I thought, is something I never really gave any thought to. If we are average people trying to do the right thing, is what we do and how we manage our day akin to what we would be doing in heaven?

Would we have a family we love to be with, work of some type we want to do. Places to go and people to see? What would we be doing if we were in heaven right now? Would we be friendlier, more caring, more responsible? Better yet, what are people we think are in heaven doing right now if that is where they are?

Does technology exist in heaven? Computers, telephones, Internet, cars, television, radio? Are the musicians out of work in heaven? What about those of us who may barely squeezed past the gates? Are we better people in heaven, having insight not available to us on earth? Would we have sex, love, and rock and roll, an expensive car to drive, gourmet meals every day if we choose them?

Is it our responsibility to bring heaven down to earth? If it is, we could do better. We have our moments, some of us have our days, months, years, and decades, but they are isolated pockets in our day to day world.

Maybe that is why the idea is brought up in the movie about there being no time in heaven. Maybe we are bringing heaven to earth, but it is a very, very slow process?

Our lives and health are better than they have ever been. Maybe as we live longer, we grow wiser, make better decisions, and do better at making our life here as it is in heaven. I would like to think so. If we are living healthier, longer lives, and all we are doing is existing, living day to day, focused on ourselves, is that enough?

What do you think about us here on earth, and heaven being some place else? What is the earth, heaven relationship?

Your Linux Desktop Choice

There is such a wide choice in Linux Desktops one has a difficult time deciding which desktop is the right desktop? Search engines are my friend, I open up my browser and do a search for Linux Desktop.

The search result is more than I expected. There are more Desktops than would fit in ten articles. Being the literate computer user I am, I narrow my search and find some interesting comparisons.

It seems that the correct Linux Desktop for me is not how I prefer to do things. What? Exactly the best Linux Desktop for me as recommended by several experts is defined by the age of my computer.

If I own a new computer, I should be using Unity, Gnome, Cinnamon, KDE of course, and maybe XFCE.

If my computer is older, as in three years old or more, I should think about using: LXDE, LXQT, Mate, Openbox, LXLE. If my computer is ancient, I should think about using, Open Box or rat poison which does not use a mouse.

This advice is all a little slanted. Of course if your computer is older, you may not enjoy for a high graphic desktop like KDE to go through the motions of loading your menu. But that is common sense, not written in stone rules of computing in Linux.

What if you have a new computer and you are mouse adverse for any number of reasons? Should you get rid of your new computer by putting it in a closet until it is an old computer. Buy an old computer that is memory and graphics challenged to install Rat Poison desktop on?

Of course not. Linux is about choice, not about the age of your computer. If you enjoy high quality graphics, like dressing up your desktop, and clicking through more programs than you may possibly use, go with a desktop built for this purpose.

If you mainly compute through your web browser or office suite, you may not care for a lot bling on your desktop. Perhaps XFCE or Openbox better suites how you relate to your desktop.

Arriving at a place where your computer works the way you want it to and not the way a web article tells you it should is where you really want to be. From glitz to practical, to minimal, don’t be fooled into a desktop that does not work for you.

Linux is for the most part Linux. There are not several authors putting out their own versions of a program. Take time to be a little selective. You do not always need a repository with 20,000 plus programs. Possibly the default choices work just fine.

Murdering Black Men

I feel compelled to write about murdering black men. Even is really no point in this conversation, as you have made up your mind, and I have made up mine. The list of black men being murdered over the past decade does not seem to be random at all. Especially when they are killed by policemen.

I saw a dead young boy laying on the street many years ago. According to the news he was fourteen. When the boy’s mother showed up, she fell on her son, sobbing, crying he was a good boy, he was her son and he was not a gang member. My heart went out for the mother. What was truly sad was the boys hat, t-shirt, and do rag hanging out of his back pocket told another story.

He was his mother’s son, and he was a good boy. He was good with his brother and sister. He treated his parents, aunts and uncles with respect. He was also a gang member. He chose to wear his colors at an intersection where two gang boundaries meet.

He was a good boy, he was of the opinion as all young boys that the rules of life did not apply to him, and being killed is something that happens to other people.

A few months before Rodney King was beaten, I had a co-worker with whom I worked closely together a little over two years. One day he said to me that we not only worked together, but we are close friends. I agreed. He then told me, “You know, when we are alone, you don’t have to call me by name, you can call me, Nigger. Don’t call me that when my friends are around though because they won’t understand, and they will want to fight with you.”

I felt like I ran into a brick wall. I was being allowed into some secret society privilege I was unaware existed. That word had not left my mouth since I was about eight, and a black boy a few years older than me told me what a bad word it was, when he heard me use it. I told him I was sorry, and I would not use it again. I kep my word all through the years.

I grew up in a rural area in Minnesota. If racism existed, I was not aware of it. I never heard the words people use to label other people to make them something less. We had three or four black boys in our school over the years. Total population of our school kindergarten to graduation was a less than one-thousand kids. Pretty small by todays standards.

I tried to be friends with these new arrivals, as they were new to our little town and did not have any friends. I was a one boy welcome wagon, I suppose. Two of the boys were friendly and one was not. I never thought much of it. That’s how we are.

My mother and her sister worked as maids at a hotel for a few years during my grade school life. She and my aunt would talk with other adults about odd things they found in the rooms that should not have been there.

It was a pretty divided conversation. In white mens rooms they would sometimes find beer or booze in the toilet tanks. They clinked as they cleaned and flushed the toilets. In the rooms of black men when making the beds, they occasionally found a knife or pistol placed between the mattresses. The discovered knives and guns were frequent and scared them. When people checked out, they usually left the beer or liquor out for the maids.

They never found a left behind knife or pistol. I was naive as I mentioned, and did not understand that there was/is a difference in the thinking of black men and white men. Which brings me back to murdering black men.

In some circles brain viruses are thought to be present in the population. Brain viruses seem to be ideas that are accepted as the norm, and certain people start believing them, accepting them as fact. I am sure you and I have been subject to brain viruses from time to time. Brain viruses are hard to shake off, as it means stepping out from the herd.

Here in Albuquerque we have a murder by police rate so high the federal government has stepped in to investigate. In some cases the police have been found in the wrong, especially when it comes to dealing with someone who is mentally deficient. They have gone overboard in their response.

We also have cases where policemen have been murdered with their guns still in their holsters. If they were reaching to pull their guns to defend themselves they never made it. It’s tough being a police officer, I would not want to do their job and wonder if ever time they respond, this will be the time they will be forced to make a life or death decision. You know they won’t decide to let themselves be killed.

I do not walk down the middle of the street, blatantly ignoring local law, and disrespecting people driving. At least I do not do things like this intentionally.

Behavior like this serves no purpose. It would put me in in harms way. I have no need to talk back to the police, challenge their authority, or make them question their safety.

During the execution of their duty, for the most part Police officers have been more than civil, and respectful to me. For the two times when I felt I was being singled out, and treated with less than equal respect, I have let it go until the next day.

I did not feel the middle of a police encounter was the time to make an issue of the situation. As already the encounter was too serious for the occasion. The next day however, I have contacted, the mayor, chief of police, and the commander in charge of the area where the incident occurred, expressing my feelings and concerns about how I was treated.

I never felt the need to challenge an officer’s authority when he/she stopped me, saw a need to be belligerent, or otherwise complicate the situation. Taking those actions would only make things worse for me, and certainly more physically dangerous.

Maybe the way I act when challenged by police is a brain virus too. Maybe it is common sense, and my will to survive, directing the way I act. All I know is the man confronting me has a gun, and if he were to feel he needs to shoot me because I present a real or imagined threat to his/her safety and well being, I will not be around to tell my side of the story if I am shot.

There are bad police who are looking to shoot someone, no one denies this. There are also right and wrong ways to conduct yourself when confronted by police. Escalating the situation with poor choices is not protecting your person from bodily harm.

It may be simplistic, but if you want to be a tough guy, join the Marines, and ask to be sent to the middle east. There are a number of tough guys waiting for you and they are more than happy to dance with you.

When I have been stopped by the police anywhere across the country, I listen to their direction and try to follow it as closely as I am able. Only once have I had a police pistol pointed at my direction. The police were looking for a car involved in a shooting and robbery that looked just like mine. Once it was understood a mistake had been made, the police officer did not apologize. Thankfully he calmed down when he realized I wasn’t the person(s) he was looking for. No harm, no foul. Glad I am not him.

If you do find yourself with a policeman’s weapon aimed at you, drop your pride and emotions, and listen very carefully. You can take up whatever wrongs done to you later, or tomorrow when you are out of your situation.

When you run with a rough crowd, expect rough play. If you want to be a gangster do not expect people, except maybe your family to like you. If you feel the police are out to get you, you may be right. Be smart. Do not give anyone a reason to make a mistake that costs you your life.