“When I lost my job I lost my insurance. That isn’t how it was supposed to work, but due to an ongoing series of Kafkaesque entanglements, my employer decided I didn’t want the COBRA insurance offered. (I am still trying to get this straightened out, so I won’t go into more detail than that.) Because of this, in fairly short order my prescriptions all ran out, and I was unable to get more because my doctors’ won’t see patients who don’t have insurance. “
“For a class assignment we were instructed to write our own obituary, and encouraged to lie. Wow, thinking about death and making things up — two of my favorite activities!”
“You see, any kind of on-line “poll” is inherently a popularity contest, open to manipulation with trivial effort. The technology supporting these voting systems is as secure as a paper door. Most people already have multiple e-mail addresses, and if you don’t then Google, Yahoo, and Microsoft will set you up in moments. I know a few people who have admitted they log in to these polls from all their addresses in order to pad their vote counts, and plenty of others just use browser tricks to vote several times a day.”
I’m taking a couple of writing classes at Miami Dade College while I wait for something to click. (“Something to click” is my way of politely saying “someone to start buying my writing.”)
Life is strange, isn’t it? One day you are minding your own business, getting over being laid off and trying to find enough work to stay alive, and the next you are reading a tiny bit of your story for a commentary on NPR’s Morning Edition.