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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 19, 2017 5:33:39 GMT
I didn't think you had any ruined ones! If it's any consolation, it's only boring, not difficult. I kind of do it the way I do ironing -- as many posts as I can reasonably bear at a time, be it one or five. Eventually the thread gets fixed.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 19, 2017 5:51:36 GMT
Mine aren't ruined yet, but I think that the photos will expire on November 30th.
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Post by bixaorellana on Nov 27, 2017 6:44:20 GMT
Never commented on your little thing, Whatagain, but sounds like a sign of maturity on her part. My thing that means a lot ~ real internet connection!
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Post by rikita on Nov 27, 2017 10:24:44 GMT
when i climb onto agnes' bed before going to bed myself, to give her a good night kiss, and she turns a bit in her sleep, wrapping herself around my arm. almost a shame to extract my arm again and go to bed ...
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Post by questa on Nov 27, 2017 13:56:38 GMT
Bixa, I feel so regretful that I have not rescued my kidnapped threads. I tried but things kept going wrong for me and I only managed to save 3 or 4 pics and it was taking so long. I would remember the Central Asia, Iran and Tibet threads that had scores of images and realized they would never get done.
Does anyone know if the texts will stay after the pics go? I have the original pics so could just re-post using new pics with old texts and comments and using postimages as host. Is this feasible?
Is it possible to C&P text to a document and apply it to new posts as I re-post them?
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Post by patricklondon on Nov 27, 2017 14:30:44 GMT
Is it possible to C&P text to a document and apply it to new posts as I re-post them? I don't see why not. I've done that when converting blog posts into a thread for here. Two things I would say: - paste the text into a simple text-only editor to avoid transferring over any redundant formatting code - you might have problems remembering which photo you meant to put where. I don't know for how long after creating a post you can edit it, to avoid having the old version of the thread to wade through before the corrected version, though. If you can edit, you wouldn't need to C&P, of course.
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Post by bixaorellana on Nov 27, 2017 14:53:46 GMT
Thanks, Patrick! Questa, Patrick's tips are excellent, but do think long and hard about his comment re: remembering which photo went where. Because I've tried so many hosting sites, I've lost pictures in a thread when the host went belly-up. Even though I had the pictures saved on the computer, it is way harder and more time-consuming than you can imagine to match them to their original locations on a thread. I returned late last night from a two-week trip, so my brain is not in top form at the moment. If you give me time to recuperate, I will work up a step-by-step tutorial about putting the images back into an existing thread. I'll put it in Image Bank so people can ask questions and add their own experiences and knowledge to it. I don't know for how long after creating a post you can edit it ... I've edited posts from back in 2009, so there may be no limit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 17:58:11 GMT
While I was on holiday in Florida the following incident occurred with the follow up I feel compelled to share. I had just returned to Miami Beach after visiting my childhood friend in West Palm Beach. My hostess was out of town on a work assignment so I had her condo to myself. It was an ungodly hot day, a Sunday, and I needed to cool off so I took a bike ride to go to the ocean for a dip. It was late afternoon and the beach was packed with people. more than I had seen since my arrival. People were leaving the beach in droves and yet still, when I went to my usual spot, there remained a very crowded beach. I took a long swim and decided to leave as the large parties of people there were noisy, with all manner of music blaring from all directions. (As it turns out, weekends in the off season attract a lot of South American folks who take advantage of the lower hotel rates and an opportunity to take a family holiday). As I was going to leave the beach toward the parking lot where the bike was locked, a very beautiful young girl, approximately 6 years old approached me in tears with a terrified look in her eyes. She tugged my arm and asked me if I would help her as she was lost and could not find her parents. Her English was tinged with a Hispanic accent but she was very articulate. I asked her where had she last seen her parents and she turned around gazing at the beach crowded with people and told me didn't know. I then asked her if her parents had a cell phone and she said yes. She knew the phone number so I called it and it immediately went to voice mail. By this time she was trembling and sobbing. I left a message identifying myself and that I was with their daughter and to please call me back. I tried 2or 3 more times and still no answer. At this point, it was getting late and I left a message that we would be on 5th Street at the lifeguard stand. The little girl wanted to wander around seeking her parents but, I tried to assure her that if we stayed in one spot there was a better chance of finding them. (The lifeguard was long gone and it was nearing dusk). Finally, after about an hour as we sat there, the girl begging me not to leave, (which I assured her I wouldn't), she leaped up and ran toward a woman who was her mother. Greatly relieved, the mother who spoke very little English thanked me as I went to leave. This morning, I received a phone call from the same area code which is around the Atlanta, GA area and I assumed it was my girlfriend who works in Atlanta. It was the mother of the girl, (Anna Maria) and she said her daughter had been begging her to call the "nice lady" who found her on the beach and she apologized for not having been more responsive on the day the event occurred. Anna Maria came on the phone and proceeded to tell me how frightened she had been that day and how she says a prayer for me every night. I was(am) very moved by this. Maybe there is some hope yet. Always "rely on the kindness of strangers", I guess being the operative reaction... I got a call on my cell phone this afternoon from the little lost girl and her mother (they apparently still had it in her phone), and she asked for my address to send me a Christmas card. I can't begin to tell you how moved I was by this gesture. I just received a parcel from my little friend today. The communication between us has been sporadic over the past 3 years since I first met met her but I anticipated that would happen as time went on. She apologized for not having contacted me in awhile but went on to say how she has never forgotten me. The parcel contained a lovely silver necklace with a heart medallion and a small picture frame with a photo of her. I am still reeling from this and have to jump on it and get my act together to go and buy a gift for her.
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Post by questa on Dec 8, 2017 22:37:08 GMT
That is not a "little thing". That is a "big thing". It takes a lot of compassion and courage to do what you did and the good karma will last for years. Maybe the child will help others, following your example.
Of course in Bali it would have been a scam right from the start.
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Post by rikita on Dec 9, 2017 0:45:02 GMT
it is a very nice story and so good you were there to help her ... and good she knew to ask you for help - i sometimes wonder how to teach that, that on the one hand you want kids to be careful about people they don't know, but at the same time, you also want them to ask for help should they need it ... and hopefully develop a certain instinct on who to ask ...
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Post by whatagain on Dec 9, 2017 4:13:35 GMT
A beautiful story.
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Post by mossie on Dec 9, 2017 9:44:46 GMT
Very well done Casi
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 14:03:03 GMT
Thanks good people.
I remember one time when we spoke long after the incident I asked her why did she ask me for help. She said it was because I looked like a nice lady. That's a pretty powerful statement coming from a young child and that alone meant a lot.
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 19, 2017 6:24:57 GMT
I just finished reading through all 56 pages of the What Are You Reading thread. I did it over a period of three nights and it was time very well spent.
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Post by rikita on Dec 19, 2017 9:20:56 GMT
a little nap would mean a lot just now ... but i have no time ...
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Post by Kimby on Dec 19, 2017 13:42:51 GMT
I just finished reading through all 56 pages of the What Are You Reading thread. I did it over a period of three nights and it was time very well spent. Did you take notes? It would mean a lot if you shared them. (But that’s not a “little thing”)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 13:52:08 GMT
I did something similar recently with reference to the same thread only I culled through @ 8-10 pages. I did take notes and with an unused gift certificate to a local used bookstore from 2010 I found three of the books that piqued my interest. I can no longer rely on my memory.
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 19, 2017 17:20:39 GMT
Kimby, the only notes were the names of some books. That's because my original reason for visiting the thread was for ideas for gift book buying. But when I started reading, I realized the thread itself is very worthy -- not only for people who like to read, but as an enjoyable insight into the thinking, humor, etc. of our fellow anyporters. I can no longer rely on my memory. Oh Casimira! I was appalled at how many of my own positive reviews were for books I don't even remember reading.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 19:28:53 GMT
Well, I wish I could console you Bixa but, in some respects I guess you, I, we , were not meant to remember all of the vast thoughts and whatever knowledge we may have garnered over the years. I like to think that we refresh ourselves in whatever way we can with memories,past experiences along with a growing wisdom about what is important and what is not through sharing and other ways we find along the way.
I've had a most conflicted morning thus far. One very impacting exchange with an old friend, seemingly out of nowhere and am still processing and trying to not act impulsively regarding the gentleman's recent state of mind. Moments later, I encounter a woman from our immediate neighborhood who at one point in time some 20 plus years ago set her grandson to our house threatening to poison our then dog (PoBoy) lest he piss on one of her shrubs again. Just imagine having your grandson personally appear at your house with this message.
Years later, I encounter an envelope on the "neutral ground" while walking and inside was 50.00USD cash meant for a donation to the local church. I recognized the name and walked over to this woman's house to return the envelope. Since then, she has been a trusted beloved sharing woman (not just due to this incident). But, today, not long after my acrimonious exchange with the aforementioned friend, I encounter her and she divulges that her 2 month old grandson died yesterday. She was seeking solace as she is a loner of sorts. We spoke for some time and I will check in later and bring her some lemons as she loves to bake.
On my way home,feeling drained, I encounter a former client of mine from my years working in psychiatry. I see his mother on occasion and we always have a heartfelt exchange. It was one of my last cases and fraught with bureaucratic bullshit but, I and another social worker prevailed and to this day I can say I did something that made a difference. I see him occasionally when he comes into town and it's always a pleasure. He works in the Bronx, NY as an internist GP.
All I got, forgive my rambling....
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 19, 2017 19:32:25 GMT
Good grief, Casimira. Yes, I can see why some of that was draining. Really, some of it -- the threat and finding the envelope -- could have come out of a Paul Auster novel.
So kind of you to follow up with the neighbor in her grief and lovely that you got the reward of being pleasantly reminded of a an excellent work triumph.
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 21, 2017 16:57:57 GMT
Every year at this time the vendors in the markets give their regular customers gifts to thank them for their custom. Just got my first for this year ~ my sweet pork lady gave me a gorgeous raspberry colored woven straw bag and a nice deep shoulder bag of the kind that supermarkets sell to be reused.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Dec 21, 2017 18:28:33 GMT
My beloved found my Bach and Vivaldi CDs so I've been listening to concertos all afternoon...brilliant.
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 27, 2017 21:40:12 GMT
Received a Christmas card from my younger nephew, first one ever, illustrated with family photos. When did he go bald? When did he grow a beard? I guess that shows hom much contact we have. But it was nice to hear from him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 22:06:02 GMT
All of these gestures are so heartwarming.
My lovely neighbor and friend of many years has a major shoe fetish if that's the right terminology. Anyway, over the years she has given me some of the most wonderful, practical, gently worn and expensive shoes. (Mephisto's, Merrill's, Unisa...) We wear the exact same size and these shoes are way out of my price range. Today she delivered me four pairs of fabulous footwear. What a generous dear friend.
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 27, 2017 22:46:21 GMT
Yes, all so lovely and generous! My nice thing was yesterday ~ I went to the book store, which was having a buy one - get half off another one sale. I picked out four books and when I went to pay for them the owner said, "It's Christmas, so I'm going to give you two of these books."
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 29, 2017 22:12:10 GMT
The postcards that I sent from Havana to Europe five weeks ago have begun to arrive, so there is hope for the ones that I sent to the Western Hemisphere.
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Post by lagatta on Dec 30, 2017 0:50:27 GMT
casimira, a sensible shoe fetish? I've occasionally found Mephistos and Merrells, as well as Josef Seibels and others, at deep discount, but not nearly often enough. I have foot problems (nothing grave, just because of arthritis) and often can't afford the very pricy shoes I need, or I wear them to death. And I love soft leather and pretty colours...
I've found that the shoe fetishists I've known have such a fetish for almost unwearable shoes...
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Post by bjd on Dec 30, 2017 7:05:39 GMT
casimira, a sensible shoe fetish? I've occasionally found Mephistos and Merrells, as well as Josef Seibels and others, at deep discount, but not nearly often enough. I have foot problems (nothing grave, just because of arthritis) and often can't afford the very pricy shoes I need, or I wear them to death. And I love soft leather and pretty colours... I've found that the shoe fetishists I've known have such a fetish for almost unwearable shoes... I really like shoes too and have lots of them, even though I usually wear the same ones. But my sister has that kind of shoe fetish - she has gorgeous shoes in wonderful colours but indeed most of them are totally unwearable, with high heels. We have the same size feet but I can barely stand in them, let alone walk. Actually, I suspect that she doesn't wear them either. More like decorative items that wearable footwear.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 7:17:44 GMT
Oh I wholeheartedly agree Lagatta and BJD that most of the shoe fetish variety (of whom I have designated my own personal phrase for more along the "shoe wh**e" line of fashionistas). That's what makes this friends generosity mean a whole lot.
I always note when I have occasion to see a podiatrist the high fashion magazines he has in the waiting area. When I jokingly remarked on how all of them have advertisements and features with the most ungodly impractical footwear he smiled and said those are the clients who keep him in business. One certainly cannot argue that. My ankles would snap were I to try and wear the vast majority of those shoes.
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Post by rikita on Dec 31, 2017 1:36:00 GMT
bit sick today. agnes gave me one of her toy animals (a small duck) in the morning, to keep with me so it can help me get better.
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