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This message has been coming up on Cheryl's computer lately. Usually if you shut down the computer and restart it, the system will load and things will go okay for a while, but then this error message pops up again. Any ideas what it is or what may be causing it? For the record, this is an Windows XP Pro system. Thanks.
Read Isaac Mao's open letter to Google.
An Open Letter to Google Founders--- to save Google in China and save Internet in China
GFW stands for "Great Firewall" [of China].
The photo above was created using a cool tool courtesy of Zhang Erning: www.sbfun.org/einstein/index.php
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On March 3, 2012 my dear friend Marybeth passed away after a battle with cancer. Losing someone you love is always difficult, losing a friend is something that I never had to do before.
A loss of a friend has never meant death in my lifetime. Losing friends means that you moved away, they moved away, you had a disagreement, you were too involved and didn't have enough time to get together and drifted apart, but death is different. When losing a friend is not because of death, there is still opportunity to talk with them, to visit, to have a facebook relationship, to kiss and make up.
Death has always been sad, but sad for those left behind. The person that has passed has gone somewhere better? I don't know about this, but they are not here to tell us. I will not tell you what I think. I will not tell you about God, heaven or whether I believe this or I believe you close your eyes and life turns off like a light switch. I still have many questions. A lifetime of questions.
What I do know is that I miss Marybeth terribly. I think of her daily. I never believed that cancer was going to take her until the day before she passed. I went to see her. I spent my final time with her, listening to her family members, but not talking with her because she was too weak to speak. I spent my final moment with her whispering silly things to her along with I love you because I was in shock that all this time we had known she had cancer, I was too naive to realize the end result. I didn't know what to say to her. I don't know what knowing would have done, I don't know what it would have changed or if it would have made things worse, but I do know that it took me a year to talk about this.
March 3, 2013 I went out with a friend. We decided to write messages to Marybeth. We each brought a rose with us. We wrote messages on the petals and threw them in the river. I do not know what my friend wrote and my friend did not know what I wrote, but we stood side by side writing on each petal and tossing them into the river which took them away. I wrote words about how I feel, questions I wanted to know, song lyrics, her name, I drew her pictures and I cried. It was a peaceful day for me because I finally figured out in that year that had passed what I wanted to say to her on that last day.
I have not received any answers and I really did not expect to. I still miss her terribly. I am glad that I spent my day, a year later, doing something and trying to still talk with her, see her, visit with her. I love you Mb.
A message to all:
Until yesterday I had been absent from flickr for about six weeks due to a health situation.
In early February at my annual medical check-up, my doctor noticed something amiss on my blood work report and sent me to a Urologist for further tests. After the tests I was informed that I had early-stage, but extremely aggressive, Prostate Cancer.
On February 25 I had my prostate removed via a robotic surgery procedure. The pathology report indicated good news, the cancer had not spread elsewhere. It appears that I dodged the bullet however it still makes my skin crawl when I think about all the times in the past that I used some lame excuse to delay or totally skip my annual check-up. If I had done that this year it might have been a fatal mistake.
I urge all of you, especially those over 40, to get your annual medical check-up on time, every time. Modern medical science can do some amazing things, but without early detection your chances can rapidly diminish.
-Rod
From The Independent:
The Governor's press secretary, Aaron McLear, insisted yesterday that it was simply a "weird coincidence" that the email had acrostically spelled out an obscenity. He claimed that the sheer volume of the vetoes that Mr Schwarzenegger has been forced to pass in recent years meant "something like this was bound to happen". ...
But the claim met with a healthy dose of scepticism: the words cited by McLear are four letters long, a length relatively likely to crop up at random. The mathematical probability of the seven-letter phrase ... doing the same is 26 to the power of seven – or about 8,031,810,176 – to one.
Farewell messages written by employees of the North American Division (NAD) to Church employees in the World Headquarters prior to NAD moving to its new office building. NAD physically relocated September 2017.
[Photos: Mylon Medley/ANN]
I took an old toolbox I had, painted it and used stain glass, glass beads,mirror,tempered glass -- to spell--Art Makes You Smart--words that mean much to me--I will use this box when I do installations on the streets.
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since yesterday, although nothing particularly got to me, i feel that whenever somebody leaves me a comment, i'm unsure on how to take it. i have had various comments since the misunderstanding with miss emily whoever, but i read most of them in a way which stands to me as sarcastic or just not constructive. i would say recently, even before the incident that i have begun to retire from flickr, much because of the majority of people on here. all my contacts are great, and i really appreciate the support they have given me through my projects and have helped me build the confidence to experiment with different things. one project i am considering ending is my "postsecret", not only due to me not uploading one in a fair while, but because of what miss "right" said yesterday, complaining that i do too much typography, which would have been correct, if she wasn't pointing out my "postsecret" (which obviously, has to include text).
thanks.
Some stranger with clumbsy thumbs tried to send out a message on my phone, even sending D'Arcy's profile (?). I caught the culprit (looked in the mirror) a pocket messager.