Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Genius

Sat in the chilly Lindy RV/Studio for awhile this morning trying to get my iTunes music library transferred to a second computer that lives in the house and is easier to access. Not much luck. I found a little program (recommended by the iPod website) called Yami (Free). It worked slick as a whistle although I have lots of music and it took awhile this evening. This was all in aid of trying to develop some playlists for possible dances in the pavillion at John Prince Park. I downloaded the latest incarnation of iTunes - 8, I believe. It has a new feature called "Genius." While connected to the Internet, you select a song from your collection, push the Genius button and it loads a playlist with "go-withs." I am pretty impressed with it. DJ'ing by Apple.

Called and have a Doctor's appointment for next Friday at 9:00 a.m. My doc is kind of old-fashioned. She seems to think she needs to see me before she writes annual prescriptions.
Of course there was a new receptionist and office. This receptionist sounds like a good egg.

The Collins have put some cattle in the pasture across the road which is an attractive nuisance for Honey. When I got ready to go to town, Buster loaded right up. Honey started to chase the cows so I chased her and was increasingly irate. She finally scooted for the van. It wasn't until I brought them treats from the deli at Wally World that I discovered-no Buster. Though I have never hit him, he decided if I was irate he had better leave the van and got left at home. I felt terrible for him. He lives to go for rides.

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