Time to replace the old camera.

Josh, I know you had words to say about my photos. So, this might make you happy. See, my old camera– a Fuji 280 Finepix– has finally bought the farm. It won’t turn on reliably, you have to fuss with it repeatedly and in general its day has come. So, today I headed out to the store to do some shopping, got a new camera to replace the old one. This one is a Nikon Coolpix S3600. I still haven’t set it up so at this time I don’t yet know what I’m facing with it, but— it’s different.

 

First, like the old one it’s a basic point-and-shoot with zoom functions, and probably some built-in editing features to help you take better photos. After that though, big differences. My old Fuji was a 2 megapixel camera. These days you get cell phone cameras that have more megapixels than that. The new one is 20 megapixels. Now, I’m not sure because I haven’t put it through its paces yet, but I have a suspicion 20 megapixels gobble up a lot of hard-drive real estate. Also, too big probably to just post on the Internet without serious running through your editor for size. A 2-megapixel photo will drive many forums crazy, a 20-meg photo probably could be pasted on the side of a building. So, I have a suspicion I’ll be doing some editing before I can post anything done with this camera.

I note that prices have dropped dramatically. Back in the day I bought the Fuji, it cost nearly 200 for a camera that at the time was already being phased out. Today, I barely spent 125 for the camera and a 16 gigabyte memory clip for it. 16 gigabytes– my God. My old camera has a 16 megabyte chip in it, and that was considered huge back in the day. Things change. Well, I guess it’s time to put the battery on charge and see how this new toy is gonna work.

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You Too Can Sleep in a Storm!

I follow this fellow, here you can see why. Not much I can add here, it stands by itself.

Vincent Egoro

A man seeks employment on a farm. He hands his letter of recommendation to his new employer. It reads simply, ‘He sleeps in a storm.’ The owner is desperate for help, so he hires the man. Several weeks pass, and suddenly, in the middle of the night, a powerful storm rips through the valley.

Awakened by the swirling rain and howling wind, the owner leaps out of bed. He calls for his new hired hand, but the man is sleeping soundly.

So he dashes off to the barn. He sees, to his amazement, that the animals are secure with plenty of feed. He runs out to the field. He sees the bales of wheat have been bound and are wrapped in tarpaulins. He races to the silo. The doors are latched, and the grain is dry. And then he understands. ‘He sleeps in a storm.’

My friends, if we tend…

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Can of worms #2.

two divorces are plenty

From “Bizarro Comics.com

 

So, today I thought just maybe it’s time to add a little something to this line of thought. Like the guy in the cartoon above, I’ve been through 2 divorces, with the second one being by far the worse one. So these days I’m just a trifle jaded. Also, I’ve had a chance to investigate mgtow land, and while I agree with much of what they say I have to disagree with them quite a bit as well.

First, let me state here that I am not young anymore. I’m swiftly approaching 60 years on this planet, so interest in finding a woman to bear children for me— not exactly high on the list these days. Also, since I do live the way I do, I can safely say I’m not looking for someone to clean house, cook, make me a sandwich (why in God’s name that has to be even mentioned is a wonder) and so on. Small apartments are just not that hard to keep clean when you’re on your own, and I can manage well enough in the kitchen, so those “wifely” duties are just not an issue.

So, that leaves the companionship issues. The things that, try as I might, I can’t just do by myself for myself– I must have help to make that happen. The reason why, supposedly, God took a rib out of Adam’s side and made a woman for him. Unfortunately, today it seems to be precisely there that the whole thing falls apart most miserably.

Today we find people slowly forming into armed camps, the feminists on one side and the mgtows and MRAs on the other– and in between a no-man’s land where only the very brave or very foolish dare venture. Divorce records are at alarming rates even within the Church, and one common complain these days in mgtow land is how very unfair the “family courts” tend to be when divorce happens.

 

A special note: Divorce has always been bad. Always. The truth is, somebody always gets hurt, there’s no getting around that. It hurt women for the longest time across the generations, a woman so divorced was essentially without any means to sustain herself and could ultimately only turn to marrying another man— at which time, she might be accused of adultery. That is less true today here in the States, a woman can get a job and support herself well enough if she so chooses. Today’s mgtows complain that the laws make them pay unreasonable amounts of alimony and child support if divorced. That happens to be true to a degree, however let it be said that if you bring a child into the world you are responsible to see to it that the child is fed, has a place to live, is educated and so on. Alimony is another issue, and here I sort of side with mgtow– today’s modern liberated woman is capable of getting a better job than her husband had in many cases, and if she refuses to do so it’s not because the possibilities aren’t out there for her.

About my own situation: I got divorced 5 years ago. She had seen too many court-tv shows and thought she could get rich by suing people, and also thought she would have a permanent slave (namely me) compelled by the court to work 3 jobs to support her in the life to which she would like to become accustomed while I lived in an abandoned car. Illinois family law doesn’t quite work that way, especially in 2-year-old marriages between broke people. $250.00 a month for 6 months is not a lot, and no going back to get more– so by April of 2010 she had the last of the alimony she would get. She had it in her head to try to sue me for other things but two things stopped that. No evidence, and no lawyer who would take a case trying to sue somebody who is broke (you don’t get rich by suing broke people). So that idea stopped. Lawsuits against others went nowhere as well. Problem with going to court to get rich is that it doesn’t always work.

So— today, I live the bachelor lifestyle. Not much money– hotshot freight just doesn’t pay much– but on the other hand I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, clothes on my back, a van which at least runs (Thank you, God, for that) and a job which if it doesn’t pay much is at least enjoyable. I won’t be marrying again, in fact I haven’t dated since way back then, so– no woman in my life these days. Some reasons might be mgtow-related, and some reasons are church-related (the adultery issue seems to come up any time you mention divorced people remarrying) and just that I’m plain tired of what I see these days as a charade– pretending that your marriage is til death do you part when really it’s a question whether you’ll still be together when the ink on the marriage license dries.

 

Special note, I know you’re going to ask: mgtow is “Men Going Their Own Way”, these guys have either been through the mill as I have or have seen other men go through it and they therefore reject marriage and even most dealings with women. The divorce laws in this nation are near murderous, and serve to make many men swear off ever getting married— too much to lose for too little– if any– reward. MRA is Men’s Rights Activist, they’re pretty much the flip-side of the Feminist coin. Some MRAs are just as radical anti-woman as the most man-hating Feminazi can be the other way. I haven’t mentioned PUAs up to now because PUAs aren’t worth the bother– essentially, the PUA (Pick Up Artist) is the male version of the trashy slut. Thinks he’s really something, he’s really just a jerk. Not worth the bother.

 

I’m gonna park this subject for a bit. Stirs up memories that are best left alone, for one thing, and since I personally have no intention of dating or marrying again anyway– why keep raking this up? Next post will be about something else, I promise. I needed to air this out a bit now, but having done that– in a rather disjointed way I admit– it’s time to let it be again.

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