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.

Art of Saying Hello

One of the most overwhelming psychological problems facing homeless people is isolation. Think of yourself as homeless for a moment. You have no family that wants you around, no home, no address. You spend today day trying to make it to tomorrow.

Most people do not want to talk to you, they give you some change to make you go away. People fear you, people make you invisible. No one gives a crap if you are around tomorrow or not. Now imagine that is your life, and you are walking down the street, and you say hello to a passing stranger in an attempt to reach out and make a connection, however small. You may as well have said hello to a tree.

If you were alive in 1614, saying hello would not be an issue. You would seldom venture more than a short walk from your home, especially alone. You would be born, grow old, and die with people who live close to you. Once you walked more than a short way from your house, you were a stranger, either someone to leave alone, someone to rob, or worse.

Because you are alive in 2014, quite a bit has changed. You are safer now than in any time in history. You do not have to worry about war and plunder arriving in your neighborhood. You can walk down the street without being robbed. You can drive across town or across country without fear of being raped, robbed, murdered, or captured for slavery. Sure it happens, but let’s be real for a minute, it is not something likely to happen to you. There are easier targets for those people who prey on others.

We now know the bogyman is a fable. Dirty old men are very hard to find. Your neighbor or the person walking towards you is probably not a psychopath concealing a bloody knife they are about to use on you.

Don’t be afraid to say hello to a passing stranger, homeless person, adult or child you do not know. You never know how much one word may mean to another. Saying hello costs nothing, and has the ability to change both your worlds. Unfortunately in extremely rare instances, your saying hello may be the last word you ever say to another human being, or the last word they ever hear.

No longer do you need to be frightened of strangers. All fear does is lead to isolation and loneliness. The greatest love stories, the strongest relationships, and the greatest people you have ever met or read about practice the art of saying hello.

Saying, “Hello” is more than good manners. When you say hello, you acknowledge the other persons existence and worthiness. You let them know they are alive and they are somebody. You may be the only person the other person will see today, and you connected with them in a small insignificant way.

Stress Relief You Will Actually Use

I know two stress relievers so profound I try to keep them in mind throughout my day. We should repeat them several times a day, every day.

The first stress reliever may have originated in the Christian bible, possibly from Paul’s writings.

This second thought is a suggestion I learned from Burt Goldman, American Guru, in several of his videos. You can find Burt on you-tube. These two thoughts we need to add to our lives and our day starting as we wake up, during the day, and before going to sleep. They will change your life for the better!

‘I have everything I need within me to not only manage every problem in my life, but to solve every problem in my life. All I need to do is use the tools I have learned, and think before acting’.

And from Burt Goldman, ‘I am getting better and better and better every day in every way’.

…On a side note…If you haven’t heard it yet, an awesome feel good song you need to hear is: Meghan Trainor – All About That Bass. Check it out!…

These two thought help me relieve daily stress. They will help you too. Remember the mustard seed parable? The song is awesome, thank you Meghan Trainor.

The Hustle, The Hard Sell

Door bell rings with excitement, dong-dong, dong-dong, dong-dong. Man at the door looks like a cross between your average Joe, and acts like he is my favorite puppy, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. “Hi, I’m Jim, how are you?”

Almost without waiting for an answer, “Hey we were in your neighborhood, going to drop off a purchase for a customer who’s not at home. We sell _____, interested? Just come out and look, no buy, no foul.”

I do not mention I saw them around the neighborhood last week too….

“Hey, its cold out here, you might want to put on a jacket, you don’t want to get cold. We would rather sell off the purchase than haul it back to the warehouse.”

“John is over at a house across the street, he will be back in a second. Small pause. Here he is” in an upbeat voice.

“John this is Michael, he wants to take a look at what we have.”

John opens the door to the van. John, “Do you have any interest in _____, ______, or ____?”

Michael, “No, about all we use is _____.” John is not impressed, “Sure you don’t have any interest in ____ (much more expensive)?”

“No thanks, ____ is about it. Rarely use anything else.”

John, “What’s your name again?”

My best buddy Jim says forcefully, “His name is Michael. Are you losing your mind?”

John acting in a very professional manner inside the van takes out a large carton and proceeds to open it. Jim is continuing to do a ‘my favorite puppy’ imitation on my left.  John removes the product and explains to me why it is superior to what I can buy at the store. Jim stands still and remains quiet.

John, “We normally sell on-line”, and pulls out a brochure showing me their choices. “This is our asking price”, showing me the price below the product he has displayed. “Because we don’t want to drive it back, we can let it go for $xxx.xx (which is almost thirty five percent off brochure price).” “Am I anywhere close in price?”

Michael, “It’s a great price, but more than I want to spend.”

John, “What is your price?” “A lot less than that.” “Can we get close on price” “I would like too, but it is just too much to spend.” “You don’t have to pay cash”, John say’s showing me the brochure again with all major credit cards on the bottom of the back page.

“Sorry, it’s too much for me…”

John turns his back on me and starts packing up the goods.

In this moment, I feel rejected, which is what was intended. Here are a couple of guys on quietly excited, and the other acting professionally, and I turned down their offer.

I back up and look at Jim, the human puppy. He is looking dejected, like I scolded him for peeing on the floor.

“Thanks for the offer Jim, wish I could afford it.” John is still putting the offers away, and refuses to acknowledge me – more rejection in the making.

I walk away and Jim continues to look like a lost puppy who lost his best friend.

What a hustle! These two men deserve an award! As smoothly as they played it out, I was feeling rejected, and I expected to be put in a situation. I am curious how many people after feeling rejected, decide to be a do-good take the offer. After all, all’s well, that ends well.

Why Some Waiters Make Bigger Tips Than You

I stiffed a waiter today, leaving no tip, and suggesting the other people with me also not tip. If you wait tables and this is has happened to you, you may want to read on as my tipping standards are very liberal, at times up to twenty-five percent for exceptional service.

1. You work for me while I am seated in your section. Your boss pays you you something, but your real income should come from your tips. I am your customers and make or break your paycheck. Sounds brutal, but that is how it is.

2. Doing a three second drive by after the meal has been delivered is not enough. I do not sit at the table thinking if I would like a refill, clean fork, or another napkin.

I am talking with whomever I am with, and focusing on the conversation. I don’t appreciate your pausing two or three seconds to interrupt, ask a question, and answer it yourself as you walk off. As you are walking away there is usually something someone at the table wants, but you are gone.

3. Instead of seeing how efficiently plates can be removed, look for what you can do.  Check the drinks on the table. Refills should not be something one has to ask for. An almost empty glass is a good indication someone will likely want a refill.

For example, I like my coffee. For what I pay, I expect more coffee than the first cup. Same with soft drinks and water.

4. Performing a drop off the check drive by, assuring me you will be be back is a waste of your breath, and my time. You rarely come back until I am standing up to leave. Do you really think I am going to ask for something at this point and sit down again?

If you say you will be back, I really expect to see you before I am ready to leave. Otherwise do not bother to tell me to take my time, and you will be back to check on me.

5. It may not be obvious to you but you are in the people business, not the food serving business. I can serve myself at home for less money no matter where I am eating or what time it is. Make it an expectation of yourself to visit your customers and use proper manners.

Look over the table and see what you can bring that does not need to be asked for. Otherwise wait until there is a break in the conversation, before asking if anyone at the table needs anything. Wait a few seconds for people to shift from conversation to their wants and needs.

6. Whenever you get stiffed, and it is more often than occasionally, it is usually something you are not doing. Telling me, “Thanks a lot”, in a cynical tone, when you do not see a tip does not improve your skill set. It may however spark a fire in me to speak with the manager about your slovenly performance in taking care of us.

Usually I am a very good tipper, having worked in food service myself, and knowing how hard and unrewarding it is. For me not to leave some kind of tip, well, you really blew it.

When you have a customer, they are not generally their to visit a feeding trough. They are their to eat and leave the world outside the door. They may not want anything from you, and they will let you know. They may have a five a five dollar bill for a ten dollar meal, that you may never see because you think throwing plates around is doing doing enough.

Memories of Sixty Years of Changes

I brought up some life changes that have happened over my life in a conversation yesterday. I thought they are kind of interesting, and thought I would share them with you. I grew up in rural Minnesota, so the experiences of others may be different. Below are memories I remembered off hand.

1. Telephone lines were shared between different families in the same neighborhood. You knew of the call was for your family by the ring. They were called party lines, and your neighbors could listen in on your conversation if they were quiet and sneaky. Children were rarely allowed to talk on phones as they mostly for the adults in the house.

2. Dancing was much tamer than it is today. I remember my sister telling me that during school dances when a slow song was played, there had to be at least a three inch gap between the couple. Chaperone’s were responsible for couples maintaining the proper distance. In the seventies, people would be kicked out of dance halls for performing a too suggestive version of the song Locomotion as an example.

3. Music had a much different meaning than it does today. Most songs were love songs with the exception of the blues and jazz which was off limits to most people who were not raised in the south. Fats Domino songs, Twist, and Blueberry hill were on the edge of what were acceptable songs.

4. There were no movie ratings. Parents generally had to call the theater to see if it was okay for their kids to go to a movie. It was big event and caused lots of discussion between my parents when the beach movie, “The Ghost in the Tiger Striped Bikini” came to town. My folks thought it may be too adult for kids to see.

I walked out of the movie, “Last House on the Left”, as it took violence to a level that made me sick to my stomach. Some people actually threw up before they managed to leave the theater.

No one who saw the movie, “The Exorcist”, went home and had a good nights sleep for a number of days.  The Exorcist took the Devil out of church and put him in daily life. I knew a man who committed suicide because he was supposedly told he was possessed by a priest, when really he was mentally ill.

Sidelining, speaking of mental illness, my Sister after marrying and leaving home, told my Mother, the walls were talking to her. My Mother told my Sister that was taboo subject in so many words, and she did not want to talk about it. My Sister by that time had read, “Valley of the Dolls”, learning how to quiet the voices on her own, along with most of who she was.

5. There were no skateboards. The closest to a skateboard was taking steel roller skate wheels or cart wheels off and screwing them unto a board. Neither option worked too well.

6. When I saw my first calculator which was only rumored to be in a store, it cost around $360.00. Of course we weren’t allowed to actually touch it, as the four function (+ – * /) calculator was locked behind a glass case.

7. It was every kids dream to have their very own transistor radio. They were about the size of a cell phone, only thicker, worked on a 9 volt battery, and if you lived in a big city, had something called FM radio which was thought to be better than AM radio.

8. We did not have a television until I was about six years old. We did not have a television channel that stayed on morning until midnight until I was ten. We didn’t have a color television until I was about thirteen. The movie, “Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, was about as racy as it got in those days. Of course cartoons and westerns were full of extreme violence, but that was okay for the time.

9. Our milk came from a daily farmer. It was milked from the cow, chilled and bottled in gallon root beer bottles we brought from home. The cream would float on the top, and the bottle would have to be shaken before being poured out. When the Farmer and his family  got sick with the flu in winter, all his customers usually did too.

10. Tea, Milk, and Bread Men were common when I was little. The Tea man sold tea, hygiene products, hair and tooth brushes, and of course cheap little toys for toddlers that were not old enough for school.

11. Abuse in the home was much more common that it is today. Spanking, and beating (both children and wives) was not uncommon. Children were to be seen and not heard. Never questioned the authority of an adult, and kept out of sight unless it was meal time. I remember a friend of mine went to baby-sit three young boys, and one was proud to show off a hole in a the wall that his Dad made when he threw the boy into the wall. One boy in my class was discovered by our teacher (who touched his shoulder) to have black and green welts on his back from his mother beating him with a rubber garden hose. I also had an eleven year old alcoholic friend whose father never noticed the missing liquor.

12. Skate boards as we know them today did not exist. Bicycles were made of iron, and at the slightest grade you generally got off and walked it up the hill. Back packs were only for hiking and camping. Bumper Tennis shoes were the rage, Hoods had Duck Tails, and wore blue jeans and black tee shirts with engineering boots if they could afford them. We voted on whether or not girls would be allowed to wear slacks to school.

13. The Pill, otherwise known as birth control pills. Sex was a rare event, believe it or not except among the high risk taking group. Parents frequently slept in separate beds. To be intimate and risk having sex was dangerous at best, because the chance of pregnancy was very high compared to life today. The Pill started the sexual revolution of the sixties, giving Women more power and control in their lives than any time previous in the worlds history.

Straights and Flushes are Greyhound Buses

Low Limit Holdem, the game that refuses to die is one of the most unbeatable games in the poker world. One of the truest quotes or mantra’s I have ever hear at a Low Limit Holdem table goes like this:

“Straights and Flushes are Greyhound Buses”

Six simple words that define the world of Low Limit Holdem. Rarely in Low Limit Holdem is there such a thing as a tight game unless it is Monday morning, you are over sixty, and you are the youngest player at the table.

If you are playing at a different time, the game is loose preflop and variable for the rest of the hand. Low Limit Holdem is a game of see the flop and decide whether you want to play on or not. There are always odds to see the flop and beyond with about any hand in any position.

Many players who try to win at Low Limit Holdem go about it the wrong way. They end up either getting broke from being too loose or go broke from being too tight. Low Limit Holdem is not a game you should set your sights on for any kind of sustainable profit. It should be a game you are playing for fun.

There are a very few players who actually win over time at Low Limit Holdem. They make a little extra money, but not enough to live on. Low Limit Holdem games are games many poker players play while waiting for the game they want to play.

What does any of this have to do with Greyhound Buses? Everything and nothing. If you sit around and wait for premium hands, paired tens Through Aces, raise preflop, raise the flop, call the turn and river, you are going to go broke.

If you play every straight and flush starting hand you are dealt, you are going broke, or your standard deviation will be so high it would make most people sick to their stomachs with swings of hundreds of dollars to turn a profit at the end of a session. Most people and most games will not support this kind of play.

If you want to limit your losses, and allow the possibility of making a profit playing Low Limit Holdem you have to modify your game by doing the following:

1. Play your hands in position. Straight and Flush starting hands are very position sensitive.

2. Forget raising preflop with big pairs. You should have two pair or trips on the flop to continue playing past the flop in most rounds of play.

3. Flopping a Straight or Flush does not mean you flopped the highest Straight or Flush. Flopping three of a kind does not mean you flopped the best hand. Flopping two pair is barely over a half the time winning hand.

4. Making your hand and winning the pot are two different animals. Making a Straight and losing to a bigger straight or a river card flush is not winning play.

Most players at Low Limit Holdem do not expect to win. They are there to have fun and enjoy themselves. They also are not stupid. There is a fine line to follow when playing Low Limit Holdem.

If you do not give action, do not expect other players to give you action. Do not get married to your hands. Rarely chase because you will get broke more often than you win.

Low Limit Holdem is a lot of fun. You can play a long time on very little money. You can also lose a rack an hour chasing Straights and Flushes and building pots with your Big Pairs. You have almost none of the tools available to you the bigger games have.

Never stop thinking, require odds + 1 to chase, and do not get pulled into, “build a pot” thinking. If you follow these thoughts, you have a chance of breaking even and maybe even winning. If you want to have fun, you can have a great time, though do not think great time and winning go hand in hand at Low Limit Holdem, the game that refuses to die is one of the most unbeatable games in the poker world. One of the truest quotes or mantra’s I have ever hear at a Low Limit Holdem table goes like this:

“Straights and Flushes are Greyhound Buses”

Six simple words that define the world of Low Limit Holdem. Rarely in Low Limit Holdem is there such a thing as a tight game unless it is Monday morning, you are over sixty, and you are the youngest player at the table.

If you are playing at a different time, the game is loose preflop and variable for the rest of the hand. Low Limit Holdem is a game of see the flop and decide whether you want to play on or not. There are always odds to see the flop and beyond with about any hand in any position.

Many players who try to win at Low Limit Holdem go about it the wrong way. They end up either getting broke from being too loose or go broke from being too tight. Low Limit Holdem is not a game you should set your sights on for any kind of sustainable profit. It should be a game you are playing for fun.

There are a very few players who actually win over time at Low Limit Holdem. They make a little extra money, but not enough to live on. Low Limit Holdem games are games many poker players play while waiting for the game they want to play.

What does any of this have to do with Greyhound Buses? Everything and nothing. If you sit around and wait for premium hands, paired tens Through Aces, raise preflop, raise the flop, call the turn and river, you are going to go broke.

If you play every straight and flush starting hand you are dealt, you are going broke, or your standard deviation will be so high it would make most people sick to their stomachs with swings of hundreds of dollars to turn a profit at the end of a session. Most people and most games will not support this kind of play.

If you want to limit your losses, and allow the possibility of making a profit playing Low Limit Holdem you have to modify your game by doing the following:

1. Play your hands in position. Straight and Flush starting hands are very position sensitive.

2. Forget raising preflop with big pairs. You should have two pair or trips on the flop to continue playing past the flop in most rounds of play.

3. Flopping a Straight or Flush does not mean you flopped the highest Straight or Flush. Flopping three of a kind does not mean you flopped the best hand. Flopping two pair is barely over a half the time winning hand.

4. Making your hand and winning the pot are two different animals. Making a Straight and losing to a bigger straight or a river card flush is not winning play.

Most players at Low Limit Holdem do not expect to win. They are there to have fun and enjoy themselves. They also are not stupid. There is a fine line to follow when playing Low Limit Holdem.

If you do not give action, do not expect other players to give you action. Do not get married to your hands. Rarely chase because you will get broke more often than you win.

Low Limit Holdem is a lot of fun. You can play a long time on very little money. You can also lose a rack an hour chasing Straights and Flushes and building pots with your Big Pairs. You have almost none of the tools available to you the bigger games have.

Never stop thinking, require odds + 1 to chase, and do not get pulled into, “build a pot” thinking. If you follow these thoughts, you have a chance of breaking even and maybe even winning. If you want to have fun, you can have a great time, though do not think great time and winning go hand in hand at Low Limit Holdem

Fire Home Care Worker Because You Are Jealous?

An interesting discussion tonight where I seemed to be on the minority side. I thought it was a thought provoking subject, and really cuts to the quick of how much we each would be willing to do for our dying spouse.

Here is the capsule version of the discussion that occurred. The couple are both over sixty-five years old. The husband has several serious health issues including cancer, and will probably die of cancer within a few years.

The husband is bed ridden. The wife is unable to take care of his basic needs as she is physically smaller than the husband. The wife is hires a home care worker. However, home care workers one and two do not work out. One is possibly stealing and may be a thief. The second is personality poison for the wife and the sick man. They are unhappy having her in their home as she is so negative about everything. Both home care workers have been let go.

Home care worker number three is hired. She is about thirty years old, attractive, but not overly so, well endowed on top, and typically wears low top clothing. The husband if he wishes can gaze down her top at least once daily as she goes about her home care duties of tending to him. These duties include bathing the husband.

The wife becomes uncomfortable with the way health care worker three acts around the sick husband. She leans over too much in the wife’s opinion, showing both her well endowed breasts and her (shapely per the wife) bottom. The sick husband claims ignorance.

As a matter of what appears to be coincidence, with home care worker number three on the scene, the husband is either having a remission or is recovering from some of his afflictions. His tests are improved, and his cancer appears to be in remission.

The husband is no longer confined to the bed, and can walk, albeit slowly following the walls. The wife decides the home care worker and her husbands relationship is a little too intimate, and she tells home care worker number three her services are no longer required. The wife admits she is jealous of the relationship, and is worried the thirty something year old home care worker is after her husband.

This was the setting of the discussion.

I felt the wife needs help of a therapist. If it were my spouse who was that sick and a male home care worker was a person who liked to touch (appropriately), shows off his muscles, makes a fuss over my wife, and does a good job of taking care of her, it is all fine with me.

If I were in this situation, and the attention apparently made my wife feel better, I am all for it. I can not imagine in my wildest dreams a healthy thirty year old having any romantic interest in an old woman. I certainly can not imagine my wife being taken in by the attentions of a male health care worker half her age.

I might even chip in an extra tip now and then to show my appreciation. I would want my wife to spend her last months as happy as possible, and if a little harmless flirting was involved, I would be okay with it.

I was a minority opinion.The opinion was divided four ways. With my apparently overly  liberal views, to standing up for the wife firing the overly friendly health care worker.

Do you care to share your thoughts or experiences? What would you do?

Ebola: You, Me, and the CDC part 2

Americans are over reacting to Ebola according to a report on CBS evening news October 18.

“Public health professor Andrew Noymer studies infectious diseases at University of California, Irvine. He says people do not need to be afraid of Ebola in the U.S.

“I would say the panic is harder to contain than the spread of the disease itself,” he said. “People are focusing on that it’s a scary disease from far away, and they see scary images of people caring for sick people with protective gear, and it looks frightening.””

Professor Noymer went on to say he would not be scared to get on a plane knowing someone on the plane had Ebola. I say good for Professor Noymer.

Ebola is something to be scared of if you are a normally adjusted person, with a normal sense of responsibility to those around you. Just because someone says the sky is falling does not mean it is. Just because Ebola is allegedly difficult to contract does not mean you are immune to Ebola.

What is terrifying about Ebola, is if someone contracts Ebola, the most likely people to contract Ebola are the people closest to the infected person. Dying from an infectious disease is one thing, dying from an infectious disease knowing you may have infected your family and friends is something else entirely.

Along the Ebola lines, the three week infection cycle is a little misleading from what I read yesterday. The formally identified infection cycle pertains to about 95 to 96 percent of those infected showing symptoms, not 100 percent of those infected showing symptoms within the time period.

As with any statistic this is an average. Taken beyond the extreme, this means the quarantined nurse on the cruise ship, and some of the passengers they have come into contact with one the cruise ship could be on the extreme end, and not show any symptoms of Ebola for a period thought to be up to forty days.

Ebola is not something we need accept as a part of life. Ebola does not need to be in the United States. It doesn’t matter if you live in town a sixteen people in the middle of Montana if an epidemic of Ebola breaks out in America.

As Andy Grove was quoted as saying, “Just because you are paranoid, doesn’t mean they are not out to get you.”