THis product, U-verse, has great potential. Unfortunately , the tech are only trained in MS products. For Thunderbird users do this to get it working.
Go to "View Settings for this account"
Copy your from address to the reply-to address
Change the from address to the at&t.net address
Go to the SMTP outgoing mail settings and set it up for 465 SSL
Be sure to check the name and password, and put in your at&t.net address
Mail should go through fine.
Good luck,
John
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
To my mom, str8 from my dome
Sometimes there are no last words. There were never any I ever heard, from either my father, who passed in 1996 or my mother who passed today. No last words. It just doesn't happen like that. Where you're there and listening to the jewel that is supposed to be the ultimate nugget of truth that will haunt , terrify , inebriate or release you. Maybe, all of the feelings at once. But there is no last word.
The last words, I made happen with my Grandmother. A woman who I was immensely close to. I think she felt the same of me. Her actions dictated so. One week before her passing I asked her, "Is there anything you can say? Anything I need to know Grandma?" So regal and composed yet so frail, she replied "First you're here then you're gone. Do everything in life you want to, because there is no reason not to do everything and anything you want." Those were her last words to me. And with them the last barriers of myself were torn down. I could be myself, there was nothing holding me back. People who know me would say I never hold back, my wife knows another story. Just like my mother, she knew my other stories. She knew it all.
She died today. I didn't like how she died, but it happened, and there were no last words. We had a final conversation, which by definition is the last time I spoke with her. We talked about her treatment, the diagnosis, and how she was a little tired. She went into the hospital and did not come back. The cancer came back though, and it came back with a vengeance. This Range was not going to be 91. She would be short by 20 years, because she died today.
Machines with new and old replacement parts, kept her alive. Breathing, eating through her nose. Infernal machines and the miracles of technology never cease in their cold effort to do their job, and they did. The would probably work better with machines instead of organic beings, but we haven't figured that out yet. The best healer is us, we humans. Part of that healing are the final words, which I did not get. I never get them. Did anyone? Does anyone? I hope someone does. The machines are for the living. They do the will of others when you have no will to do of your own. They execute with precision their function, which is the projected desire of others. They forestall any hope of a last word. After all, you can't talk with a tube in your mouth.
And you can't deliver final words, last words. The healing words.
Too many movies maybe, but it is an expectation. Nobody wants to be on the other side of the planet, but commerce has driven us a far away from our old neighborhoods. We've made new neighborhoods now, and words final or otherwise are given over the phone, either attached to a wire or through the air. The words are digitized then reformed, repackaged, re-routed, delivered, confirmed. It almost sounds like they are right next to you, but they aren't. They can't hold up a phone or dial out, they are sleeping. Waiting for more sleep.
She loved to sleep. Sleep and eat were my mom's favorite hobbies. That an pining over my fatter, who she loved till today, and who she will love right now. I think they are hugging, and hoping we do the right thing. Who am I kidding. That *I* do the right thing. I wish I knew what that was, because there is my heart and my head. Who rules? Why now? Where are my last words.
We had words all the time she and I. We would parry , dodge and curse. Hurl insults, and hurl laughter at each other as if we were married or even something deeper, like we had known each other for so long it was too long. Somehow I think , she has always been there. So familiar, yet so distant. She and I made that happen. She sought refuge in derivatives of drugs, I sought a way out. We both got our wish. I loved her, even if it was hard for me to admit it. It hurt too much.
I am happy I didn't have last words. she probably would have angered me then I'd not only have to live with no last words, but yet another regret package that would never go away. Funny, how you get those as you grow older. You don't want them, but they come with the package of life. Regrets are free at least, and you have ultimate control for the most part of creating new regrets. Thankfully I had no new ones with my mom. I loved her. I loved making her laugh, and I loved arguing with her. I loved telling her I loved her, no matter that my brain thought that it was a bad idea. But my heart, which is my mom, I loved.
All the love in the world wont give me last words. But then again, I find, I didn't need them in the first place. Her first words to me were the last ones; "I love you!".
I love you mom. I love you Myrna Lee. Rest In Peace.
-John
The last words, I made happen with my Grandmother. A woman who I was immensely close to. I think she felt the same of me. Her actions dictated so. One week before her passing I asked her, "Is there anything you can say? Anything I need to know Grandma?" So regal and composed yet so frail, she replied "First you're here then you're gone. Do everything in life you want to, because there is no reason not to do everything and anything you want." Those were her last words to me. And with them the last barriers of myself were torn down. I could be myself, there was nothing holding me back. People who know me would say I never hold back, my wife knows another story. Just like my mother, she knew my other stories. She knew it all.
She died today. I didn't like how she died, but it happened, and there were no last words. We had a final conversation, which by definition is the last time I spoke with her. We talked about her treatment, the diagnosis, and how she was a little tired. She went into the hospital and did not come back. The cancer came back though, and it came back with a vengeance. This Range was not going to be 91. She would be short by 20 years, because she died today.
Machines with new and old replacement parts, kept her alive. Breathing, eating through her nose. Infernal machines and the miracles of technology never cease in their cold effort to do their job, and they did. The would probably work better with machines instead of organic beings, but we haven't figured that out yet. The best healer is us, we humans. Part of that healing are the final words, which I did not get. I never get them. Did anyone? Does anyone? I hope someone does. The machines are for the living. They do the will of others when you have no will to do of your own. They execute with precision their function, which is the projected desire of others. They forestall any hope of a last word. After all, you can't talk with a tube in your mouth.
And you can't deliver final words, last words. The healing words.
Too many movies maybe, but it is an expectation. Nobody wants to be on the other side of the planet, but commerce has driven us a far away from our old neighborhoods. We've made new neighborhoods now, and words final or otherwise are given over the phone, either attached to a wire or through the air. The words are digitized then reformed, repackaged, re-routed, delivered, confirmed. It almost sounds like they are right next to you, but they aren't. They can't hold up a phone or dial out, they are sleeping. Waiting for more sleep.
She loved to sleep. Sleep and eat were my mom's favorite hobbies. That an pining over my fatter, who she loved till today, and who she will love right now. I think they are hugging, and hoping we do the right thing. Who am I kidding. That *I* do the right thing. I wish I knew what that was, because there is my heart and my head. Who rules? Why now? Where are my last words.
We had words all the time she and I. We would parry , dodge and curse. Hurl insults, and hurl laughter at each other as if we were married or even something deeper, like we had known each other for so long it was too long. Somehow I think , she has always been there. So familiar, yet so distant. She and I made that happen. She sought refuge in derivatives of drugs, I sought a way out. We both got our wish. I loved her, even if it was hard for me to admit it. It hurt too much.
I am happy I didn't have last words. she probably would have angered me then I'd not only have to live with no last words, but yet another regret package that would never go away. Funny, how you get those as you grow older. You don't want them, but they come with the package of life. Regrets are free at least, and you have ultimate control for the most part of creating new regrets. Thankfully I had no new ones with my mom. I loved her. I loved making her laugh, and I loved arguing with her. I loved telling her I loved her, no matter that my brain thought that it was a bad idea. But my heart, which is my mom, I loved.
All the love in the world wont give me last words. But then again, I find, I didn't need them in the first place. Her first words to me were the last ones; "I love you!".
I love you mom. I love you Myrna Lee. Rest In Peace.
-John
Sunday, June 14, 2009
VC funding, it does a business good!
I've heard the nightmare stories about VC funding. Here is a "feel good" video to lighten the mood around the masters of funding. I assume the moral of this VC fantasy is have heart, be persistent, don't give up and most of all believe in yourself.
http://www.nvca.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=180:ventureality&catid=41:press-center
Now, if I could only find *my* angel. They can come with or without glasses btw!
http://www.nvca.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=180:ventureality&catid=41:press-center
Now, if I could only find *my* angel. They can come with or without glasses btw!
I'm home, lost my job...
These days it seems the bad news keep on rolling in. First you get laid off , in some company's effort to save money. The torrent of feelings range from confused, since your employer will never disclose how they came to choose you over others, to sheer anger - why you?
It doesn't stop there. The anxiety is compounded by a job market which has hundreds of people applying for admin assistant jobs. The competition is fierce and it is an employers market. This is not the 90's, that's for sure.
So you bunker down, send out resumes, put on the positive spin, positive attitude and redo your resume to stand out. Remember to take your address off your resume less people make up your mind for you that a job is too far away. Stir and wait for 5 months for two responses after sending out nearly a hundred resumes. Simmer, and stir again...
Screw this! If you got laid off, the time is now. You and your other unemployed friends need to take your little goodbye packages and DO SOMETHING. What exactly? Only you can answer that. But you need to understand some truths about yourself first:
1. Someone, for some period of time, made money from your efforts and brainpower.
2. Someone who hired you thought you were a good risk, and you benefited from that trust.
3. In this job market there is no king. Everyone is blind.
So, become your own King. You've had an idea? Go for it! You've nothing to lose. And looking for work, when there is simply little hiring is not a good use of time. Think outside the box. Yeah it's cliche but it works. Don't believe me? Try some of these ideas on for size:
1. If you provided a service in your company, do that same service on the outside as a consultant. It's easy to create an LLC so look up, or post or network to find people who may have used your prior companies services and offer to consult (i.e. work) for them. This is especially good if you have IT infrastructure skills.
2. Come up with an idea and try to sell it. Create a prototype, get a demo, create buzz attracted a few customers, sell to the highest bidder.
3. Services, services, services is where it is at. That is where money is made. Don't believe me? Ask an attorney. That is what they do and do well, provide professional services. It is a great way to make money.
4. Don't focus on a product, focus on the services that can be provided around a product. You will find there are may opportunities around established businesses in providing services to those businesses.
5. Keep your head up. And if you have a good idea, work it until it either works or fails.
Have faith in yourself. Others did, why shouldn't you?
Good luck!
It doesn't stop there. The anxiety is compounded by a job market which has hundreds of people applying for admin assistant jobs. The competition is fierce and it is an employers market. This is not the 90's, that's for sure.
So you bunker down, send out resumes, put on the positive spin, positive attitude and redo your resume to stand out. Remember to take your address off your resume less people make up your mind for you that a job is too far away. Stir and wait for 5 months for two responses after sending out nearly a hundred resumes. Simmer, and stir again...
Screw this! If you got laid off, the time is now. You and your other unemployed friends need to take your little goodbye packages and DO SOMETHING. What exactly? Only you can answer that. But you need to understand some truths about yourself first:
1. Someone, for some period of time, made money from your efforts and brainpower.
2. Someone who hired you thought you were a good risk, and you benefited from that trust.
3. In this job market there is no king. Everyone is blind.
So, become your own King. You've had an idea? Go for it! You've nothing to lose. And looking for work, when there is simply little hiring is not a good use of time. Think outside the box. Yeah it's cliche but it works. Don't believe me? Try some of these ideas on for size:
1. If you provided a service in your company, do that same service on the outside as a consultant. It's easy to create an LLC so look up, or post or network to find people who may have used your prior companies services and offer to consult (i.e. work) for them. This is especially good if you have IT infrastructure skills.
2. Come up with an idea and try to sell it. Create a prototype, get a demo, create buzz attracted a few customers, sell to the highest bidder.
3. Services, services, services is where it is at. That is where money is made. Don't believe me? Ask an attorney. That is what they do and do well, provide professional services. It is a great way to make money.
4. Don't focus on a product, focus on the services that can be provided around a product. You will find there are may opportunities around established businesses in providing services to those businesses.
5. Keep your head up. And if you have a good idea, work it until it either works or fails.
Have faith in yourself. Others did, why shouldn't you?
Good luck!
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